Each time he passed the majestic staircase, he remembered the look of surprise etched on her face.
It had started with an innocent discussion about chores, and then it just happened. Gathering her into his arms he’d carried her upstairs. He knew right then and there, she was the one, and so did she.
That wouldn't be the last time the love of his life would go up the stairs in his arms.
Whistling, he walked towards the kitchen.
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Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - January 9, 2020 - Write a story about a carried wife.