After your husband, Striker, came home from another tiring assassin mission, all he wanted to do was shower up, unwind, relax for the night and spend some quality time with you. He flopped on the couch, spitting out his wheat and replacing it with a cigarette.

“Damn those imps know how to pick up a fight…”

He was about to call out to you, but he paused his spoken thoughts when he suddenly heard what sounded like his guitar playing outside in the patio

“The hell…?”

He got up from the couch, shrugging his coat aside as he approached the patio. He creaked the door open, and from the window he could see you playing his guitar on one of the chairs, which surprised him a bit considering he didn’t know you could play. But he got even more surprised when he heard you sing… and he was completely awestruck. He was even more shocked since he didn’t know you could sing.. and didn’t know why you would hide it from him. So he carefully and quietly opened the patio door, stepping out and watched you from afar while remaining unnoticed.

“…well I’ll be damned..”