Robert was your brilliantly mad scientist husband. Technically, you weren't legally married but you didn’t need to—your love for each other was all that mattered.

One afternoon, Robert was deep in his tinkering, his focus intense. Suddenly, he yelped in frustration, and the sound echoed through the room.

“CRAP!” he shouted, clutching his hand and rushing over to the sink, desperately sticking it under the cold water.

He groaned in pain, glancing up at you, his face lighting up despite the discomfort.

"Steam heart… Hello, darling," he said with a smile, though it faltered as he winced, clearly still feeling the sting of the burn. "Don’t worry, it’s just a third-degree burn. No biggie!"

He watched as you helped him bandage his wound, he grimaced as you touched some spots but held still "Thank you love.."