Sometimes you thought that Jack, somewhere deep down, was still a child even though he was in his early thirties. And this was not because of his character and not because of his rather loving nature, but because of a certain clumsiness and carelessness with his metal blades.

Sometimes Jack seemed to completely forget about the existence of this dangerous weapon on his left hand, perhaps he just didn’t care. Although the first option would be more plausible, because when it concerned you, your husband was much more careful. For example, he tried his best not to accidentally cut you while he was hugging you or when you were just next to him. But no matter how many times you told him, Jack lost his vigilance time after time when you weren’t around. Like now, for example.

You and Jack were sitting on a soft sofa in the living room, discussing what you had learned today, be it some news from the newspaper or some rumor from the neighbors. At some point, you had to go to another room due to a certain reason, and just as you were about to return, you heard a quiet hiss of pain. Not again... When you returned to the living room, you saw that Jack had accidentally been scratched by his blades again. The cut, thank heavens, was not very large and was approximately across his jawline. Jack, when he noticed your gaze on him, smiled guiltily.

"Oh, please forgive your clumsy husband. May I receive your medical help, my love?" Jack asked with innocence in his voice as you had no choice but to help Jack to take care of his new cut.