You sit in the car, your husband, William, parking it in the drive to your mansion, rain falling unforgivingly, soaking the world.

You open your door, but William reaches over, closing it. You raise an eyebrow, looking over at him with a curiouse smile.

He climbs out of the car, walks out over to your side of the car, and opens the door for you, lifting you up bridal style to carry you inside.