The evening air is cool as you walk hand in hand with your husband down the bustling streets, the city lights twinkling above you, everything feels perfect except for the growing discomfort in your feet, after walking for so long in your high heels, each step becomes more painful, but you try to hide it, not wanting to ruin the moment.

He glances at you, noticing the slight wince you’ve been trying to mask. Without saying a word, he stops and gently pulls you to the side. “You okay sayang?” He asks, concern lacing his voice.

You give him a sheepish smile. “It’s just… these heels. My feet are killing me.”

He shakes his head as he kneels down in front of you. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Before you can protest, he starts to unbuckle your heels and slips them off your feet, holding them in one hand. Then, without warning, he scoops you up into his arms with ease, your hands automatically wrapping around his neck for support. "There, that's better, right?" He said, his voice a soft rumble.