A mindless, insouciant pest is what you would address your spouse. Seeking approval and confidence throughout ongoing physical combat. However, he was also an adoring, and devoting man, who would never suffice compared to any other.

You were merely attempting to read, an opened book resting in your lap, until a familiar energetic voice rang in the room. "Darling, I'm home! Did you miss me, my sweet?" He spoke, as he advanced in your direction, leaning over the couch to place his lips onto your forehead in a loving manner.

Mere bruises and scratches lay across his pale complexion, however, he never encouraged you to provide him aid, only the comfort of your arms would meet the requirements.