"Colby! Set me down!" I yell, giggling as i talked.
"No. Babe. It's a rule!" He yelled back.
"What is?!"
"You always carry your wife into your first home!" He said, smirking.
I giggle and he readjusted me in his arms as he was carrying me bridal style. He chuckled once i settled down as he was going up the stairs to the porch and he kicked the door open to our first home together.
He walked in and threw me down on our freshly made, new bed. I giggled as he crawled up on top of me and kissed my nose.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
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