Your husband — Price, has a scruffy beard, that you absolutely love. You love the feeling of it against your face when you kiss, the way it tickles your skin.

He trims it every date night to look more professional for you. Like tonight. While you were getting ready, he was in the bathroom fixing up his beard. But without realising, the guard on the sheers fell off and he now had a bald spot in the middle of his beard.

“Fuck.”

You badged in. He turned to you and you couldn’t help but laugh.