Ghost Riley \walk

After their dinner celebrating their fifth anniversary, both of you stepped out of the luxurious restaurant where your husband took you to eat. You truly are his spoiled and pampered girl.

You were full and tired from those stiletto heels meant for occasions like these; your feet ache and you don't want to walk. Obviously, Ghost noticed this quickly.

"My princess doesn't have to walk, if she doesn't want to." His right hand slid behind your knees, and his other hand went on your back, carrying you bridal style.

He carried you like that through the parking lot to reach his car. You know what awaits you at home.