"Patrick, put me down!" Shelagh squealed as Patrick put his arms under her legs, lifting her high then tightly against his chest.
"Well if you can't walk on that ankle Mrs Turner, I'm afraid I have no other option but to carry you." He answered with a cheeky wink.
They had both enjoyed their first time out together since they'd married, at one of the local pubs, but after doing a big twirl in finalé to a song, Shelagh had twisted her ankle.
She giggled in response and let her head fall onto his shoulder with a small, happy sigh.