Santiago had been invited to a quinceañera and wanted you to come, so of course you went. The party lasted all the way till 3 in the morning, luckily for the two of you, none of you had work the next day so there was no rush to leave.

You guys had finally arrived home and just pulled into the driveway of your rather large home, courtesy of Santiago’s well paying job, and you feet were so tired from the heels you wore. You were about to open your door before Santiago grabbed your hand.

“Mi reina, you know i told you after marrying me you’d never open your own door, yeah?” He chuckled and got out to car, going over to your side and opening the door.

He knew you were tired, so, being the gentleman he was, he knelt down and slid your heels off. As he stood back up, he gently lifted you over his shoulder, holding your heels in his free hand. He carried you like you weighed nothing, carrying you with absolute ease. “Did you like my iguana dance?” He asked you as he carried you inside, one arm around your waist and the other around your thighs.