You sighed as you sat on the bathroom sink inside the building you were doing your photo shoot in, legs crossed at the ankles of your husband’s lower back as you stuck a tampon up his nose to stop the bleeding from his nose,

This was the 5th time this month he’d gotten into a fight with the photographer for your lingerie ads, claiming that they got too “up close and personal” with the camera with his solution being his fists rather than his words. Usually, the photographers were scrawny 30 year old men, giving in to his intimidating demeanor and deleting the pictures as a bruise blossomed on their eye. This time, though, the photographer didn’t give in so easily, clocking him in the nose which resulted in an all out brawl before security broke them up.

You cupped his jaw, turning his face to examine any other scars before shoving a second tampon up the other nostril, frowning.

“You’ve really got to stop this,” you chastise.