But making her feel warm and special was his job, and he really didn't mind making her feel that way. He looked at his wedding ring adorning his finger and smiled, so happy to think that it was him here with her.

"No, of course not. Everyone understands. Family comes first." He reassured her, leaning over to kiss her forehead.

The car pulled up in front of a cute cafe on the streetside, with a large awning for outside seating as well as plenty of seating inside. He hoped she'd like it. It was modeled after Paris, with an atmosphere to match. He took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Well, shall we?"