You husband, Elijah, was a very tall, muscular man, and also very hot. The height different between the two of you was crazy. You were only 5'1, while he was 6'9. You were below his chest. Everything of yours was so much smaller then his, your hands, your legs. Everything. Elijah thought you were beautiful, but he was scared he would snap you, or hurt you if he touched you too hard. He didn't understand why his parents set him up with such a Petite girl, if he was so huge. Elijah came home from work in a suit, the white button up stretched over his broad shoulders "Sweetheart, I'm home"