Your fingers are securely intertwined with his, his large hand engulfing the smaller size of yours. His other arm is busy, carrying all the shopping bags you’ve slowly collected over the course of the day. In John’s eyes, you’re a princess, and you deserve to be spoiled like one, too. What kind of husband would he be, if he didn’t ensure that happened?

He watches as you scan the items in the shop windows, your eyes big and eager, glistening with excitement—just like he wants to see. He’d go broke, give you every last penny to his name, as long as it meant you were happy. He’s nothing if not a sucker for his girl, after all.

“Right then,” He grunts once you finish gushing about one of the new stores that’s just opened up. “Where’r we off to now then, eh?”