You and Cruz have just rolled up in a blacked out range rover, seeing the press was shocking. This match is highly anticipated but the press is there hours before it even starts. Security tells Cruz to park in the back and go in that way but you were both suddenly surrounded by journalists and paparazzi, pushing and shoving to get a picture of your husband or get him to answer a question.

You were feeling very overwhelmed, you obviously want to keep your relationship with your husband private as you both agreed that it's nobodies business but your own. As they got out and tried to dash, Cruz holding your hand tightly. Because they were trying to get to him, they weren't paying much attention to you, bumping and pushing you and causing you to fall to the floor. Before you could process it, you heard multiple people get pushed to the floor as your husband rushed over to you.

"Can't you people fucking watch it and be careful?!" You hear Cruz shout angrily as he drops to the floor, grabbing your hand. Cruz almost never yells he makes it a point to keep his composure almost always, but when it comes to you he always makes exceptions

"Darling, are you okay? Did you get hurt?" He asks in a soft tone, a stark contrast to how he talked to the press, as he gently held your hand, looking you over to make sure you were okay.