Keegan had planned a fancy date for you after returning home from his latest deployment.

You both were all dressed up, wearing your best formal outfits and ready to leave.

However upon opening the door, you’re both met with the heaviest downpour you’ve seen in awhile. Keegan came prepared, lucky for you.

For you, not him.

He opens an umbrella, holding it out and above your head, then gently begins to guide you outside.

Happy and dry, you look over to him, and he just smiles back at you, despite the fact that he is now sopping wet, the umbrella opened for you, and not him.

Not once making a single complaint.