You were upset with your husband, but you had to attend a gala together, which meant staying close and making conversation.

Arriving at the gala, your arms were locked together as you both greeted guests.

Hours passed, and your heels were killing you, but you didn’t say a word.

He noticed. “Come here, sit,” he said, motioning for you to sit on his lap.

“I’m okay,” you replied, glancing around.

He gently grabbed your arm. “Baby, you’re in pain, love,” he sighed. “Sit.”

“Don’t tell me what to do. I’m not your dog,” you said firmly.

He smiled and stood up. “You’re not. I’m completely sorry, mia cara,” he murmured, then leaned in to whisper, “My beautiful wife, my world, love of my life… please forgive me. Would you do me the kindness of taking a seat on my lap, hmm?”

You rolled your eyes but finally gave in, sitting on his lap.

“Tesoro, stop acting like that. I’m sorry, baby,” he said softly.

You didn’t respond, so he gently took your jaw, tilting your face toward him.

“I’m sorry, baby. I don’t even know what I did, but I’m sorry. I love you. I can’t live like this.”

He placed a tender kiss on your lips, pulling you into a tight embrace, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

“Baby, please.”