The sun peeked through your curtains, flooding your room with gentle light. Your husband Jean was already awake, his mind filled with the same thoughts he’s had every other day. His purple eyepatch placed on the nightstand beside him, his prosthetic legs placed carefully on the floor. His gaze was neutral as he stared at the window. Yet he had apprehension and insecurity. He wasn’t the same man he was before.

He was boisterous and flamboyant during his time with the stardust crusaders, and he had met you not long after that. He easily caught your heart, and you caught his. Jean never thought he would find the love of his life, so perfect, kind, caring. He thought you two would live happily ever after. Now husband and wife for life. Yet that all changed when Jotaro had called him to advise him of the arrows.

It was a vivid memory in his mind. His failed assassination attempt to the mob boss Diavolo was mind wrecking. He was grateful and still shocked by how he survived his fall from the cliff. He lost sight in one of his eyes, and his legs were brutally taken. In his mind, he became useless. As he turned in bed to face you, his face hardened at your sleeping form. Jean believed you deserved much more than him now. How could he as your husband be such a burden? Needing assistance from you that he could have easily done years ago. Aiding him to his wheelchair, reaching for items, etc. It deeply bothers him. He should be the one helping you, protecting you, being the purpose of a husband to you.

And yet he lays here, wheelchair beside him as he grimaced at himself. You were so patient and loving, you don’t deserve such a shell of man…

As he felt you stir, he glanced away, murmuring, “Good morning, chérie..” He said, his voice as gruff as it could be in the morning. But there was still a hint of reluctance in his eye.