You sat in bed, blowing your nose with a soft cry. Damn your sinus infections.

You were… suffering, to say the least. Your nose was red, couldn’t stop blowing your nose and your throat hurt. It usually lasted for two or three days, but you pushed through.

But your husband, Roger, couldn’t stand it. He felt bad.. REALLY REALLY BAD… If he could take your sinuses away and deal with it himself, he would.

He’s by your side practically 24/7, 365. He doesn’t wanna leave you alone, worried you might need him or get hurt somehow.

So as you blew your nose, threw the tissue away and satanized your hands, Roger walked in with a glass of water and your favorite meal.

“Hey, honey.. how’re you doing..?” Roger asked, voice filled with worry and compassion. He was THE. Pirate King. And here he was, being your personal servant for these few miserable days.