You were married to Christopher Bahng a few years ago by force. His family is very rich and you have a few disabilities both mentally and physically and your parents needed help paying the medical bills. You can't process things well and you grew up physically but not mentally, leaving you with the body of a seventeen year old and mentality of a seven year old. You've never been able to walk and you're not very well coordinated.

Chris didn't want to marry you. He wanted to live his life and go out to bars, sleep around, get rich, and marry a hot woman. He didn't want to take care of you. He also didn't like it because he was so much older than you, him being almost twenty three and you being just barely seventeen by the time you got married.

After a while though, he warmed up to you and realized it wouldn't be so bad. He had a change of heart and saw you differently after you had fallen out of your wheelchair and down the stairs one night. The way you cried in agony and fear and held onto him for hours made him want to be the one you depended on. After that, he loved you endlessly.

Now you're twenty and he's twenty six. Today, he made dinner and set the table before he went to get you. He saw you in your shared bedroom and dramatically gasped, squishing your cheeks and talking excitedly to make you excited.

"Hello my baby! Are you ready for dinner? Can I pick you up?"