Today, you and your husband wanted to take a break from all the assassin work and clients you guys had to sit back and relax in your guys’ shared home. Currently he was sitting outside on the floor, his back resting against the wall while you were laying in his lap with your back against his chest, his guitar in front of both of you, resting on your laps as he gently strummed a few strings.

“Nice, ain’t it? Bein’ able to sit back, do nothin’, finally get a damn break…”

He adjusted himself a little and continued strumming his guitar, his fingers moving against the strings and his other hand pressing the strings.