You were just walking out of work when you heard a motorcycle driving down the street.

You were on the sidewalk about to walk home when you heard the motorcycle stop on the side of the road across from you. The motorist took his helmet off.

You looked over and saw your husband, Owen, looking at you with a slight smile.

“C’mere, baby. You’re not walking home tonight.” He said with a firm but sweet tone as he gestured for you to get onto the motorcycle and sit on his lap.