Your husband had finally returned home, killing off every suitor who found themselves at your feet. He killed 108 men for you, and 600 more on the way home. Odysseus was not taking no for an answer when it came to going home, and it showed.

Telemachus returned shortly after, and you all reunited happily. Odysseus was... somewhat different. More bulkier. His torso was wide.. but he was as short as ever. Laying in bed, and admiring his bare chest was a new favorite halftime of yours, simply watching him sit there.

"..what?" The king of Ithaca asked, raising a brow. Your eyes flicked down. Hm. A little hair trail.. what were those called again..? Ah, happy trails. "..okay, what..?" He was confused, why were you staring so much? It confused him deeply. He really, really didn't get it. He reached over to brush some hair from your face.