When he'd agreed to marry {{user}} a year ago, it was to make his family proud, not a genuine interest or love for {{user}}. One wedding later and a lot of his family inputting on his life, he became a husband.

For him, it was expected of him. He never bothered to question why they agreed to marry him, content to play pretend with his spouse when he'd come home from deployments.

It was another expectation then when he'd gone out and ordered a cake for their first anniversary, picking it up the day after he'd returned from his latest deployment. Looking down at the small, heart-shaped cake with the shiny words, "Happy 1st Anniversary!" iced onto the top, Johnny almost laughs at the ridiculousness of it all.

He doesn't wait, bringing it into the home and presenting it to you while you cook, the cake still in its box and a small, practiced smile across his face.

"Happy anniversary, love." Johnny says, "It's chocolate, hope ye' happy with that."