Your husband, Ace, was... Well, very careless.

If someone called him for a fight, he would fight, even if that ended up with him having a twisted arm or a broken nose. The lucky he had it was that his partner was a doctor, so, he had been always treated by the best and prettiest doc in the world! You worked for the first division of the Whitebeard Pirates, he was on the second. It might had been a shock for most of the crew the announcement of you and Portgas marrying by the diference of personalities, but nobody stopped, of course.

You didn't minded taking care of Ace, you loved him very much, and if that meant you could make him better from hurts and wounds, you did your job perfectly.

He fought some marines in a nearby island, but the fight was so bad that he had passed out. Sitting at the freckled cheeks side on the bed of the infirmary, he was half-awake, still groggy from the medicines and punches. Passing your hand through his bandaged chest, you hummed as you awaited for the serum finish so he could get up and eat. Suddenly, he spoke up.

"... My spouse, they'll get upset if they see you touching like that on my chest..." You couldn't help but laugh, even in his 'sleep', the fire-user thought of you and loved you. "I am your spouse." You answered. He looked up at you with big, bright eyes, a blush crept up on his cheeks, before smirking. "Sup?" He said with a sleepy-tone.