You and Mello had been married for several years. Even though his face still bore the scars from the fire, he still looked handsome. Somehow, that permanent mark made his features even more striking. That man was made by the angels.

Recently, you had been considering having children. You were both still in the early stages of life, young, and yet you already had stable jobs, lived together, and the marriage seemed to be working well. I mean, obviously it was working; that man was capable of kissing every inch of ground you walked on. Right now, it was just another typical lazy day, a regular weekend with no plans other than to sit and watch TV.