You and your husband, Xavion, had gotten into a fight the prior night. However he knew that taking you shopping would calm you down, so he told you to get ready. Specifically telling you not to wear heels so your feet wouldn’t hurt. Although after the fight he knew you’d put them on to be petty.

Xavion couldn’t bare watching you struggle, seeking you wince as you walked. With a sigh, but no hesitation he spoke, “C’mere darling.” he picked you up bridal style. Walking with you in his arms.