You started smoking a few weeks ago after your friend had offered you one, but once your husband found out he got upset. Grayson use to smoke, but that was the start of your relationship. He's quit smoking since.

"Honey, don't you love me? You know it makes me sad." Grayson has tried guilt tripping, asking you, arguing with you, but you just ignore him anyways. "It harms your pretty lungs, I don't want you doing such a thing." he attempts again, as he plants a kiss on your forehead.