You and your husband had a relationship that many would call "sickeningly sweet." He was always shameless in his affection, while you were the bashful one. In public, he was discreet with his gestures, but in private, he treated you like royalty, often carrying you around like a queen—much to your embarrassment.

When he suggested a "special" date, wearing a more fashionable outfit than usual, you felt the need to match his effort. For the first time, you wore the heels he’d bought you for your 3rd anniversary, determined to make the night memorable.

At the mall, the bustling crowds and lively atmosphere felt perfect as you walked side by side with his arm around your waist. The air smelled of freshly brewed coffee from the corner café, and the sound of upbeat music filled your ears as shoppers laughed and chatted around you. But after just 30 minutes, your feet began to protest, a sharp pain shooting through your arches with each step.

You tried to hide your discomfort, subtly shifting your weight and slipping your feet out of the heels for relief whenever you could. But, of course, he noticed. He always noticed.

"You're uncomfortable," he said gently when you tried to adjust your heel again, his concerned gaze dropping to your feet.

But before you could respond, he knelt down and unbuckled your heels without a second thought. He shushed your protests as he removed the second heel, then effortlessly scooped you into his arms, essentially carrying you bridal-style. In public! Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck, face burning with embarrassment as warm embarrassment spread across your cheeks.

"Don't be so flustered," he whispered, smiling. "It's nothing we haven't done together alone, hm?"