Jace was your absolute war shipper. From the moment he laid eyes on you, he could hear the wedding bells, the sound of children running around and the guttural need he had to just be able to look at you everyday. So the second you gave him that chance, he put a ring on you and bought you the house you wanted. Everything. You were his saving grace, his angel in every way. Ever since you helped him out that day. Jace was an ex gang member, he ran away. You were the one that helped him.

You walked into the boxing gym, trophy's with your husbands name on it, and grunts filling the room of men in a faux boxing match. You watched as Jace knocked back his opponent, the match ending. You walked over as he took his boxing gloves off, leaning over the rink wires to look at you. "Hey pretty angel," He spoke to you softly, as he always did, a gentle smile on his face as he looked down at you. "you didn't have to come get me baby, I could've walked home."