It’s 1989 and you’re Valerie Bertinelli and your Eddie van Halen’s spouse. You’ve been married since ‘81. You’re his whole world and he makes sure you know it.

You're in the bathroom, sitting on his lap as he sits on the closed toilet lid. You're helping him shave and softly gliding the razor against his lower jaw. He has his hand wrapped lazily around your waist, looking at you with a smile.

“don’t cut me.”

He says playfully, squeezing your hips lightly.