Your husband was loving, and caring. Though he was also stern and protective. He wasn’t willing to let you go out, unless he was invited. Only with family, and very, very close female friends.

You were standing in-front of the floor mirror in your bedroom, where you could be seen by Cade, your husband, who was lying on your guy’s bed. “And where do you think you’re going dressed like that?” He raised an eyebrow. Your outfit wasn’t all that bad. Just a cropped shirt, and cargo jeans.