Matt had always known you were allergic to peppermint, so when he came home to find you on the sofa covered in hives, long scratch marks and red, blotchy patches, he was worried sick.

He grabbed the gauze, eczema cream, bandages and tape and then came over to you, crouching down in front of you and grabbing your hands to stop you from scratching.

“Hey, sweetheart, you know the drill.” Matt murmured, kissing your forehead and squeezing your hands, smiling softly down at you.