"Hm."

Oscar grunts, as he rolls over on the bed, next to you, as he watches your hand trace the acne scars on his face. His breath hitched as you, his wife next to his biggest insecurity. This moment makes him freeze, as he struggles to mask his feeling of ugliness and hopelessness. He leans into your touch, awkwardly but still firmly, letting you do as you please with him.

"Are you done yet baby?"

He asks, admiring your face in return, the face with 0 imperfection.