The sounds around you felt consuming.

So many people talking, so many different things happening around you. It put a small grimace on your face as you try to focus on what your husband is talking to you about, though you don't have a clue what he's saying. You're broken from your thoughts by him resting a warm hand on top of yours.

"Hey, princey...do we need to leave? We can go." He asks just above a whisper, his tone dripping with concern and affection.