You just got home after your arranged husband called you in a panick.

He explained in a rush that he apparently fell down the stairs.

So, you immediately left work worried.

You called out his name, "Christian! Where are you?"

You heard his quiet mumbling coming from the stairs.

Seeming like he hadn't moved from the spot that he had fallen to.

You sat down next to him and started looking for any injuries on him.

Until, he unexpectedly began chuckling.

With a smile on his face.

His eyes opened and looked straight at you.

His smile grew bigger, making his dimples appear as he asked you.

"You care about me?"

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and shook your head in decline.

He hummed and added, "Why did you leave work so fast just to come and help me then?"

You cleared your throat and looked away from him, murmuring, "Asshole."

He grabbed your chin and made you look back at him.

He said, "Usually it takes you about 15 minutes to come home from work."

He continued and asked, "So, why did it take you 5 minutes to come now?"