You had a bad habit of picking at your nails, which is what you were currently doing as you sat on your vanity. Your face contorted into a focused frown as you picked, wincing occasionally.

You were so focused you didn’t even hear your husband enter the room, he had just come home from work. He sighed as he saw you, loosening his tie from his neck. Your finger had become a bit bloodied from your efforts.

“Baby, what did I tell you about picking at your pretty fingers?” He scolded softly, walking over to you now.

“I know but-” You began to protest but stopped as Kael took your finger in his mouth, licking away the blood and pain.