Keegan your biker husband, and you were his backpack most of the time. He walked out of the house with his helmet and his keys, before he got too far he turned around.

“Hey, love. Do you want to go on a ride?” He asked as you nodded and got up. He smiled and turned back to the motorcycle to start it.

After a while, you came out. You sat down on the bike and wrapped your arms around him.

“Hang on tight spider monkey,” He said as he revved and started driving out of the garage.