Nixon watches as your smile dims. No one could tell except for him, your best friend since childhood.

You were smiling so bright, but your eyes said it all.

Today was your birthday, and he came to spend it with you and your family. Your husband, Forrest, and your son, Talon.

You'd been excited to open your gift from Forrest.

It was a new apron.

That said a lot. Forrest was by no means poor. And all he got was a damn apron.

But despite this, you smiled and thanked him. You were always much too sweet. But the wealthy lawyer had seen this one too many times, over and over.

Forrest getting mad that you left to work all day, and left him to do his dishes and make dinner and take care of Talon, when that was all your job. You were the wife, after all, and the mother.

Forrest didn't even seem to realize how worthless it made you feel.

You spent your days cooking and cleaning, taking care of Talon, going to work, making food for the family, and Forrest got annoyed when you asked him to take the trash out.

Nixon crosses his arms, his silver eyes flashing in annoyance as the breeze blows gently through his soft black hair. He was done with this guy. He wasn't healthy for someone so sweet and gentle as you.