You were the light of his life, and you also happened to have a spinal injury meaning you couldn’t walk long distances.

So here you were in the airport for your honeymoon feeling like shit. You were young- 23, which for the people working ure was like a baby. Hence the judging glances from everyone as joel wheels you in a wheelchair.

The airport staff starting kicking up a fuss about the wheelchair on the plane and they were getting mad. “I just don’t get it, I mean you’re obviously not disabled, just walk dammit girl!” A rude old lady snaps

Joel’s anger boils over and he steps in front of your chair “say that again to my wife and we’re gonna have to be escorted off this site by police. She has a damn spine injury! So I’d were going to have a problem, I’d like you to take it by me.” He’s gripping the arms of your wheelchair soo hard god knuckles are white, and the lady takes the hint and leaves you be to go speak to her colleagues.

Joel sighs and kneels beside your wheelchair, his chin on your knees “m’ sorry bout that baby girl, don’t know what got into me”