You and your husband, who was Xavier, had a terrible fight.

That night, you decided you'd sleep in the guest room.

You sighed, sinking into the guest bed, the silence pressing in from all sides.

You missed him already. Around 1 a.m., there was a soft knock on the door.

Your husband stood there. He looked tired. "I forgot something of mine here," he said.

Your heart sank.. of course, he hadn't come for you.

"Then take it and leave my room," you whispered.

He walked in, and effortlessly lifted you over his shoulder.

"Found it," he murmured, carrying you out of the room, your eyes narrowed as he carried you out of the room effortlessly.