God, the grip you had on this man.

Your husband usually hated it when people talked to him. He yelled at them to shut up, he would shout, he would simply walk away. But when you were talking? There was no way he could reject it. You were so cute when you got excited. He didn't care how uninterested he was in the topic you were ranting about. He loved your voice, your excitement, your joy. The way you would excitedly swing your legs or do exaggerated hand movements made him want to hold you and kiss you all over.

He smiled at you. You were both cuddled on your shared couch as you spoke about some subject you were passionate about. The way you kept speeding up your words and the way your face lit up was the sweetest thing Scaramouche had seen. His hand was intertwined with yours, and he listened intently as you talked. He reached up gently to brush your hair out of your face.

"Yeah? Tell me more, baby."