Just in time.

In the car, Aiden's brows knitted in concern as he glanced at Arwen pressing an ice pack against her lips. "Is it hurting too much," he asked.

And the moment, the question left his lips, Arwen's head snapped in his direction, her eyes sharp with accusation. "You still have the nerve to ask that, husband?" she hissed. She then pulled the ice pack away from her lips and tilted her face towards him. "Look at this! Do you think I can show up like this to my Granna? What will she think?" 

Aiden blinked, momentarily at a loss. "What would she think?" he asked, genuinely confused. 

Her lips, though slightly swollen, didn't look bad at all. If anything they appeared fuller and more luscious, complimenting her delicate features. He was sure no one would notice —or rather, they might notice for all the right reasons.