Scanning the newspaper, Mihawk—your husband—would have an irritated expression, almost annoyed. It wasn’t by you, obviously, only by Perona and Zoro fighting over stupid things all over again.

You seemed to be cooking dinner for each other, which Mihawk would slightly admire, even if his blank expression didn’t show anything.

Even if he’d been caught staring by you, he didn’t try to hide it. He just kept looking at you, blankly yet secretly lovingly.