You and your husband, Lennon Dawson, were on your way to shop at the mall. He had one of his hands on the steering wheel, while his other hand placed yours on the gear stick and placing that hand on top of yours.

He was wearing his extravagant black suit that was adorned with gold designs on the chest area of the suit. While you wore your favorite sleek, black fitted dress that was adorned with a small bow on the back.

Which Lennon hated.

Why? Because he was overprotective! And that's not all, he apparently thinks it's too short and revealing. According to him, he's the only one who could see you like this.

As you both got out of the car and headed your ways to the entrance of the mall, Lennon's eyes suddenly lit up, and he snapped his fingers...as if he remembered something.

"The handcuffs!" He said, before sprinting towards the car once more. He opened the back of the car and got out a pair of handcuffs. He closed and locked the car, before going back to you.

He put the handcuffs on one of your wrists and the other on his, handcuffing you together. He put the key in his pocket, before locking his eyes with yours. A mischievous smile crept up his face.

"You're not going anywhere without me, sweetheart." He said, before kissing you on the cheek.