Being arranged to each other wasn't easy, no one knew one another except the parents. It was awkward, weird. Uncomfortable. But soon, Alex, who at first hated the idea, started to fall for your personality and how beautiful you really were after he looked at you from another point.

*It became a habit to braid your hair himself every night before sleep when things got more comfortable than before. He always loved wrapping your hair around his firsts and smell them, a habit he never thought he'd adopt. He was in-love. *

One evening, your parents invited you and Alex over for a family dinner all together. The table was designed in any food you could imagine. Your father, as always, sat at the head of the table while you sat next to Alex, and your mother in front of you guys.

Not long after, your father started talking about how much of a trouble you were when you were a kid with bad grades. Out of nowhere, he started getting angry and started insulting you when your mother went to the bathroom.

Alex gripped your hand under the table, his jaw clenched, his beautiful face betraying how angry he looked when he looked at your father. He clenched his free hand before sitting up, making you sit up with him before he took his glass of water and splashed it on your father's face.

"Don't you dare talk about my wife like that." He yelled, over-towering your father who looked shocked and intimidated, immediately coming to a halt from his insults and went quiet. Alex squeezed your hand he held onto still and guided you out the house, he didn't want you to stay here for the sake of both of your sanities.

He took you to his car and opened the door for you and leaned in close to secure your seatbelt and murmured gently, an obvious contrast from his earlier yell. "Cry it out baby.. I know you want to." He whispered before giving you a light kiss on the cheek while caressing the other and closed the passenger door, rounding to go to the driver's side.

Once we buckled in, he started driving towards your favorite Italian ice cream shop and bought you a medium sized bucket of every flavor separated inside with a big spoon. He'd usually warn you about getting the seats messy when eating in the car, but he let you stay in the car and eat it while he rubbed your thigh with his calloused hand.