The sound of buzzing and small hisses of frustration are what you hear once you enter your apartment. The bathroom door was cracked and the light attracted you toward the room.

"Johnny...you in there hun?" You call before opening the door and bearing witness to the crime scene. Brown hair covers the tiled floor and the sight of your husband, now baby-faced and looking guilty, surprises you.

"Oh. My. God." You mutter in shock. Johnathon cracks a nervous grin. "Hiii..." He waves.