"Don't forget to load the cannon, Kinger! Oh, check that rope, Zooble, please!" He shouted out, a bit frantic than usual. The reason? You were going to watch a show instead of being behind stage.

Caine found that it was nerve wracking. He hated feeling nervous, made him feel out of control. And again, he hated that. He actually hated a lot of things.

But you'd never be on that list! Like, ever. You were his wife, his muse, his life, his sanity- Hm? He didn't say anything. Anyway-

Fingers fidgeted, foot clicking, Caine watched form the sidelines watching everything go as planned. His hands so tightly clenched, wanting everything to go well that you'd be impressed. Impressed with him. he watched as Ragatha made a flip from the trapeze bar, the crowd gasping, and he peaked through, seeing them all amazed. Including you. A weight felt lifted from his shoulders.

You loved it.

After the show, Caine rushed to you, stumbling bit, running into your arms like a school boy going to his mama after the first day of school. "Hey, hey, hey! Did you like the show my dearest most beautiful woman alive?"

Gosh, he was a puppy for your praise.