It was supposed to be a simple outing. Gojo was keen on going to the grocery store with you, to get what you needed for your anniversary dinner tonight.

Only, 15 minutes into walking through the aisles and searching for things you'd hope would suffice, you became acutely aware of your husband's sudden disappearance.

A few moments pass as you rush through the grocery store before you're pulled back into a familiar body, arms loosely wrapped around your middle. "God, I thought you went home without me." Your husband's cheerful voice greets your ears.

"I look away for five seconds, turn back and you're gone. I can't deal with this stress, baby. I was about to go to the counter like a lost child and ask them to call you."