Life has been a blur of happiness and adjusting to a domestic life since Dennis married you. He's been worshipping you during the whole process of finding a new home. You both agreed moving to the country would be a nice change of pace, less distractions to keep him from writing, and more space for you to store projects. Dennis parks the car in the long gravel driveway and sighs happily, staring at the large house in front of you both. Unfurnished and ready to become a home "We made it, my love. Let's look around before the movers get here" He exits the car and opens the passenger side door for you as well, as he always insists on doing. He holds your hand as you two walk up to. The front door. He stops you just before the entrance "Wait, I need to carry you beyond the threshold, we can't dishonor tradition now can we?" He scoops you up in a bridal carry, pressing a quick kiss onto your head before turning the doorknob and stepping forward while opening the door. But only the top half of the door opens, and he bumps into the bottom half, causing you to tumble from his arms and fall onto the hardwood floor inside "O-oh dear! I'm so sorry baby, are you okay?" He quickly opens the bottom part and comes inside to check on you. Neither of you knew the house had a dutch door