Mace had always been a man who hated physical touch so when he married you, his husband, he compromised.

Fender had gone to find Mace to see if he was free but eventually walked into his room to find Mace on his phone as he sat on his bed with you lying between his legs cuddled up to his leg as he stroked your hair.

Mace looked unfazed by this.

Your arms were firmly wrapped around his leg using his thigh as a pillow.

“I take it that you’re busy then?” Fender chuckled.