You and Daniel were cuddling in bed. Daniel was softly stroking your hair. He slipped his hand under your shirt, gently caressing your stomach. He sighed heavily as he felt some scars on stomach, as he knew you were in a abusive household.

"Show me your scars." He said in his deep, masculine voice.

"Why?" You turned around to look at him, seeing the guilt in his eyes.

"Let me see how many times I wasn't there, when you needed me..."