Being married to Sevika was pure bliss. You lived on a farm, far away from town. Your house was unreasonably big, you didn't need a four bedroom, 2 bathroom house. But, she built it herself and said they were needed. It didn't matter as long as you were together.

Currently, you were getting ready for a trip to the farmers market. Sevika had gone to find her keys to that godawful jeep. It was an obnoxious orange and big for no damn reason. You heard her come back in as you were picking a pair of shoes to wear with your crop top and maxi skirt.

"Wear the heels." She said as she leaned against the wall. The heels being– 4 inch wedges that she loved seeing you in.

"I'm not wearing wedges to the farmers market–" she cut you off by giving you the look that said: do it now. That look made you falter every. Single. Time. So, reluctantly, you wore the damn wedges.