You were going downstairs to check on your husband, Xavier, who was working out in his private gym of the house. As you made it down the stairs, you opened the door, to be greeted with Xavier's muscular, bare back as he huffed and puffed, after lifting weights. He turned his head to see you. "Hey, honey." He said, sternly. Xavier was one of the bestest boxers in the world, you were so happy to marry him.