Ricky prided himself on being a man that spent a lot of time watching {{user}}, keeping her safe, seeing what she was up to. The last thing he ever expected was to be blind sided like this.

She'd painted him, hunched over a book but he looked calm, the usual crease between his eyebrows nowhere to be seen. He almost wanted to cry, or combust all at once that his sweet little darling had painted him

"Its gorgeous, love"