Sly was quick to catch me and prevented me from hitting my face on the ground like I would have done had to be not done what he did.
"And here we go," Smirking to himself, Sly carried me.
"Stop! You are embarrassing me!" I tried to wriggle out of his hold. But he strongly held on to me.
"What's so embarrassing to have your husband carry you in his arms?" Chuckling to himself, he carried me, despite my protest.
"They are looking at me!" I hide my face in Sly's shirt when I saw three nurses coming our way. "This is so embarrassing!"
"There is nothing to be embarrassed about it." Sly chuckled, "you look like a boy!"
"I'm an adult, don't you ever think to insult me!"
"A Nineteen-year-old adult? Wonders shall, indeed, never cease."
"Suit yourself, then!" I folded my arms and placed my head on his chest since he would rather not bring me down.
"Now, aren't you comfortable?"
