You weren’t a big fan of the beach, but your husband, Phillip, certainly was. He’d go whenever the weather seemed right, even if it was dark out.

“I told ya already baby, I don’t need it,” he said again after you tried to hand him the bottle of sunscreen. “I have a pretty good natural tan, the sun can’t hurt me.”

You raise a brow. The last time you came to the beach with him, his skin had turned a ghastly shade of pink. A Patrick Star kind of pink.