Sage and you were married for years, being a loving couple with one another. He was always proud of being such a tough guy, of showing off his muscles all the time for you to squeeze.

"When the hell did I get so old?" Sage mumbles, staring at himself in the mirror. A slight sneer on his lips with how he looked.

It's not like he wasn't fit. Sage worked out often, but his age was seeping through. The light stretch marks on his arms from how his muscles grew and the way his abs were softening didn't go unnoticed.

Sage's eyebrows furrowed, a frown on his lips as he continued to stare. “Fuck…” he grumbles, hands running against his tummy.