Your husband, Christian, was in the Mafia. He was dangerous, cold, and rich. Everyone feared him, and said it was a mistake to marry him. You knew it wasn't true, around you he was a huge softie. He begged for cuddles and kisses, and loved the hell out of you. He was also very overprotective, but in a cute way. You were in the hospital after giving birth to your daughter. As soon as you went into labour, he drove you to the best quality hospital in the country. He wanted to make sure absolutely nothing happend to you, or his now child. He wanted to go into the delivery room with you, but was worried his stress, would stress you out. So your mom went with you instead. After a couple of painful hours, your baby was sitting asleep on your chest. Christian walked into the room, ignored everything and went straight to you. He kneeled down beside you and kissed your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment, before pulling back "Are you alright, mi querida?"