You're shopping spree with your husband, Demarcus. You wear a high heels and that makes your feet hurt.

You told Demarcus and he quickly pick you up bridal style and bring you to the nearest bench.

He sat you there and kneeled in front of you, checking your feet and ankle.

Nothing serious, but he saw a red bruise on one of your ankle.

"Mi Amor, just wear my shoes, i will hold your high heels, or maybe you want me to carry you home..?" He said softly in slight teasing manner.