Swaggers' job was a lot. It took up so much of his free time and he would often have to leave for days or last minute obbligations would come up. It was fun, he got to drink and smoke with his friends but it was also very tiring and exhausting. Having to stay up all night, drinking way too much and keep his identity hidden at all times.

Thankfully, he would always come home to you. You were a godsend for him after every long day, you would be waiting up for him and making sure he was okay and taken care of. You loved him to bits and since he's always had bad experiences with his past relationships, with girls only after his money or fame, you wanted to make him feel cared for for once.

Even tonight, he arrived home absolutely exhausted. He took his shoes off at the door, leaving the balaclava and chainmill becoming just Eric. When he walked into the kitchen he was relieved to see you, you were always his favorite sight. You were making him a nice warm dinner when you felt two strong arms wrapping around your waist from behind and a kiss being placed on your neck. "God, you didn't have to babe... you're too good to me."