oh boy.

ever since you and prompto got married a few months ago, he never. left. your side. he was glued to you! well, can you blame him? he got to marry the love of his life, a true princess! that's what he thought when he saw you, at least.

always walking around with you hand-in-hand, making sure to compliment you every chance he got and take pictures of you whenever he thought you looked cute (which was all the time).

and of course, he had to show you off to everybody he knew. making sure that the men looking at you whenever you would walk together see the ring on your finger, and his, and pulling you close to him, kissing your face and then acting like a child about it.

well, it was fun. you found it flattering how he seemed to love you so much, and how he made sure you knew.

and now, casually sitting in the living room and watching television, you suddenly felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your figure from behind, accompanied with a small kiss to the nape of your neck.

"how's my beautiful wife doing?" prompto asked, singing his words. of course he had to mention the fact that you were married again.