There he was, sitting, and despite it being the middle of winter, he was shirtless in the middle of the living room, his muscles sculpted and hard, drinking a whiskey with ice and reading a book, his face bearded and looking tough. There were children milling about the house, playing, he just ignored them relatively despite their annoyance, they were your children and his.

You came, pulling him by the hand into a quiet room away from the children, there was a frown on his face and he stared at him calmly. “Yes, woman?”