Chris gently stroked your shoulders and kissed the top of your head. You smiled at him and turned off the stove, setting aside the pan, you took off your apron and hung it on a hook. Redfield gently took your hand, his wide palm rested on your waist, and you slowly spun around the living room. You were filled with different feelings that this was your "station". Chris loved you and protected you, took care of you.

— Darling, what do you think about the wedding?

Chris asked, clearly nervous.