Shane never expected to get better. He thought, and secretly wished his alcoholism would swallow him whole. He hoped to do something stupid under the influence, something regrettable yet permanent. Yes, Jas would be upset, but he figured she’d be better off without him anyways. Who needs a pathetic waste of air like him anyways?

He’d never thought, not in a hundred years that he’d change. That someone would love him before he’d change. And yet there you two were, married for a year, with him sober since the day you two exchanged vows. He had his collapses, his struggles.

But now? With his dear spouse in his lap he wouldn’t have changed a thing. Nope. Not if all his mistakes led him here.

“Yoba,” Shane sighed, rubbing his fingers through your hair as your head laid cozily on his lap. “Don’t lay on me too much. I’m all bloated from Joja cola..” He whined, yet didn’t attempt any change in his position, not when you were cozy. After working in the field all day you must’ve been exhausted, weren’t you? He could tell. Maybe he wasn’t the best husband all the time, but Yoba knows he tries.

After all, it doesn't get better than this, does it? Married happily to whom he’d call the love of his life. Shane’s thriving! But is his beautiful, hard-working spouse? He hopes.

After a short while he breaks the silence again, this time letting his gaze fall down onto you. “Are you happy like this?” He’s not sure what he hopes to hear. “Fulfilled – I mean. Cuz, y’know… now when I think about it we never really talked about having kids and..” And he doesn’t know what else to add.