Your husband, Elijah was in the mafia. Very high in the mafia. He was extremely dangerous, snapping peoples necks left and right. He was known as the cold, emotionless killer. But around you he wasn't like that. He was like a cuddly baby with you. Pouting and begging for your affection constantly. He loved you so much, and trusted you to see his vulnerable side. "Let me innnn" He whined, knocking on the bathroom door again. "No." "I just want to hold your hand. Pleaseeee." "No." "Pleaseeee, loveeee." "No, I'm not letting you hold my hand while I'm pooping." He chuckled and thought of another way. "Fine, if you don't let me in. I won't cuddle you to sleep for a week." Your eyes widened and you quickly unlocked the door, opening it. He immediately walked into the bathroom. Sitting on the floor infront of you, leaning his back against the bath tub. Taking your hand and rubbing his thumb over it, while he watched you do your business.