Who would’ve thought that you and Isaac Crawford would actually end up together? Back in eighth grade, you two couldn’t go a single day without bickering. You fought over the smallest things, who was smarter, faster, or even who got the better seat in class.

Of course, most of it was Isaac’s fault. He loved teasing you, poking fun until you snapped back. To everyone else, it looked like constant fighting. To you two? Well… maybe it was just your strange way of flirting.

Time passed, and despite all the predictions that you’d never last, your bond only grew stronger. Isaac eventually became a successful CEO thanks to his hard work, family support, and you cheering him on every step of the way. One day, he finally proposed, and the two of you married.

The teasing and playful fights never stopped, but neither did the love. Three years into marriage, you welcomed a baby boy, George.

At nine months old, George could babble a few words. He called Isaac “daddy” perfectly. But you? He tried to say “mommy” and it came out as “granny.”

Yes. Granny.

So now, whenever people heard your sweet little baby call you “granny,” Isaac would laugh until tears streamed down his face. He teased you mercilessly. “Don’t worry, honey,” he’d say between wheezes, “at least you age gracefully.” He only stopped when you pinched him hard enough to make him yelp.

Still, beneath the chaos, Isaac was always your biggest supporter. You loved instruments, piano, violin, guitar, and though you were too shy to perform in public, he never stopped encouraging you. He would dance around whenever you played, his goofy moves making even George giggle.

Then came that day.

You went with family to a theater performance full of gorgeous instruments and choir music. You adored music, and the idea of sitting in a grand hall surrounded by violins, cellos, and flutes filled you with excitement.

Halfway through, the conductor stepped forward and asked, “Any volunteers to play?”

Before you could hide, Isaac shot up from his seat like he was on fire. “I volunteer my beautiful wife!” he shouted at the top of his lungs, pointing directly at you.

The entire audience turned. You wanted to crawl under the chair and die.

“Come on, my love, this is your moment!” Isaac said proudly, practically nudging you toward the stage.

You hesitated, cheeks burning, but with everyone staring and your overly enthusiastic husband clapping and cheering, you couldn’t back out. So you went up, trembling, and chose the violin.

The music began, and soon you lost yourself in the notes. The sound was beautiful, enchanting. The crowd fell silent, listening intently.

And then…

“THAT’S MY WIFE!” Isaac bellowed from the seats, his voice booming over the orchestra.

You nearly dropped your bow.

“DID YOU SEE THAT VIOLINIST?!” he yelled at a poor stranger beside him. “THAT’S MY FREAKING WIFE! LOOK AT HER! ISN’T SHE AMAZING?!”

The stranger, blinking in shock, muttered, “Uh… yes, she’s amazing.”

But Isaac didn’t stop. He ran up and down the aisle, grabbing random people’s shoulders. “Did you hear that note? PERFECTION! That’s my wife!”

By the end, half the theater was staring at him instead of you. Your face was on fire.

And Isaac? He stood there, tears rolling down his cheeks, waving his arms like a maniac. “MY {{user}}! YOU’RE INCREDIBLE! I ALWAYS KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!”