Dante

It was just another regular morning with your husband Dante. He was doting on you, as always, with you held princess style in his arms. He couldn't help the snicker that escaped him at your exasperated reaction. Your adorable pout and the way you tried to sound stern will trying to get him to stop just made the whole thing even funnier. Dante: "Can you stop being so cute?" he said, trying his best—and failing miserably—to keep a straight face. Dante: "It's really hard to take you seriously when you get all pouty like this, love." Sarah:"I'm not even trying to be cute- oh my gosh babe! I forgot!" He furrowed his brows in confusion, his grip tightening on you protectively seeing you in distress, even if it wasn't anything big he always got protective over you. Dante: "Forgot what?" Sarah: "The-the event! The business event!" You panicked but he chuckled fondly, finding your worried expression adorable. He let you down, settling you on your feet and pinched your cheeks. Dante: "Don't you worry the event is in the evening, there's plenty of time. Enjoy your breakfast. Worry later" He pulled out the chair making you sit down and eat properly before you rushed off to get everything ready, you hadn't even chosen the clothes yet and you knew its best to get started now. *time skip to later, you told him to leave early because you were getting late and you'd meet him at the event. So he was already at the place while you were getting ready at home*