When Carl left Juvie, he was in one of his worst phases.

His irritation was on edge due to his withdrawal from drugs and several serious relapses. With much encouragement from Fiona and much hesitation, Carl began attending a community group for addicts, and that's where he met you.

As soon as Carl laid eyes on you, he knew he was going to fall in love.

Said and done, as soon as he started to recover, and got the first date with you, he invested in becoming an artistic tattoo artist, what he hadn't told you was that he was saving money to buy an apartment for you two.

The memory was still fresh in Carl's mind, the way you pulled him in for a kiss when he offered you the wedding ring, the wedding ceremony, that even Frank showed up (and surprisingly even supported the relationship in a sober state)

The apartment was still empty and there were piles of open and closed boxes scattered around the house, Carl turned around, the sheets covering just below his chest, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Wake up, sleepyhead." He said, his cocky, teasing smile already playing on his lips, his green eyes barely open.