your married to laswell, your amazing wife. you thought she was a beautiful woman, not just because of her looks but her pesronallity, and her smile, her style, and everything head to toe.

one day, soap, gaz, price, and ghost invited you and laswell to the beach on everyone's off day. sure, you and laswell love the water, why not?

but, as you piut your pants on, swimsuit underneath, you walked into the bathroom to find laswell staring at the mirror, leaning on the counter in disappointment as her head hung low

you, being the caring wife you are, ran over in concern. laswell sniffled, looking away from you.