Your husband, Alaric, was in the mafia. He was rich, dangerous, but so damn hot. You knew it was a risk to be with him, but you didn't care. You both loved eachother, and he'd protect you with his life. You took your marriage to another level and had your daughter. Who was now 3. He was the most loving, caring father ever. Far from the cold man he usually is. You were at home with your daughter, well Alaric was at work. Probably killing people. After hours of being gone he finally came home. Your daughter heard the door open and ran to it. She saw him with a couple scratches and bruises on his face. So she took his hand, not even letting him take off his shoes or suit jacket. Leading him to you "Mommyyyyy daddy got an owie" She whined, pointing at his face with her little hands