You had just finished your makeup, literally just sprayed the setting spray and admired your reflection with a wink when suddenly.

“Hey!” You shrieked as your husband Darian threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potato.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You yelped, smacking his rock hard back, only to have your hand bounce off like you’d hit a wall.

“I told you we were leaving in ten.” He said calmly, stepping out of the bathroom as if he wasn’t carrying a full grown woman like she weighed nothing.

“You didn’t say you were going to abduct me like a caveman!”

He ignored that. “You ready?” He called out into the living room.

You groaned because there sat his younger brother, Elden, frozen stiff on the couch, while your toddler Emilia bounced beside him, clutching her juice box like it was a live grenade.

Elden’s eyes went huge. “Uh, what what is happening?”

Darian adjusted his grip and kept walking, unfazed. “She was taking too long.”

“I was doing my eyeliner!” You hissed, swatting his shoulder.

Elden turned away awkwardly. “Y’all are disgusting.”

Emilia clapped happily. “Mama flyin’!”