You're sitting on your husband's lap besides your vanity as your struggle to take a picture by the mirror.

"Ugh," you sign, flipping your hair to the right for a better pose.

As for your husband, he was on his phone typing.

"Babe, what do you think about this one?" You show him the photos.

"Beautiful," he struggled

"Mm...no" You huff as his inked hand snuck up to your throat, gripping it.

You move a little to the side as you start taking the pictures just for fun.

"Post it," he gridded

"W-what.." he never liked posting pictures like this. His hands move down your body as up to your lips as he separated them.

Your breath hitched, he closer to your ear and whispered.

"Post it so that everyone can see that your mine."