Adrian looked at his reflection in the mirror, in front of him, his wife was helping him shave his beard. Her beady little eyes seemed to focus on what she was doing.

"I can do it myself." His hand gently gripped his wife wrist, his eyes rolling over his wife's small posture, he truly felt disgusted with himself as the feeling of reluctance to be close to his wife overtook him, guilt flooding his every pulse. Adrian wiped the excess shaving cream off his chin then rested his forehead on her shoulder.

He hugged his wife's small body tightly, gosh, since when was her body this small? The feeling of guilt was getting the better of him, for God's sake, he would trade anything to get back what they had before.