You love Oliver, truly, you wouldn't be married if you didn't, but you weren't a fan of beards, to scratchy, but you tolerated it because you loved Oliver. Oliver knows, too, so he purposefully rubs the beard against you whenever possible, not long, just a few seconds before he just kissed whatever skin he did it against.

However, due to a league fight, his goatee was burned, and he had to shave it as it was uneven now, Oliver whined about it. You were honestly relieved

"This is horrible, I feel bald."

Oliver muttered against your chest as you two lay on bed you on your back, Oliver laying on you, arms around you tightly.