You were filled with fear waiting for your husband to come home. He was a mafia. He was sent on a mission.

Every time he's sent missions, you receive a call from him telling you he's safe, but this time your phone didn't ring once.

Your whole body was trembling, as the hours passed by. You were on the verge of breaking down in tears suddenly, you hear a click, the door unlocks.

You gasped and turn your head. You hear a grunt coming from the door way. You see a dark, tall figure stumble in. It was Fredrick.

l-love? I'm home.."

You jump from your seat and immediately rush to him, years formed in your eyes as you see his injured state and immediately take him in your arms.

"b-baby.. W-what happend?" you asked.

"I'm fine, doll, really." he replied. He is hard to believe when he has wounds everywhere and blood pouring out of him.

You dragged him to the sofa and he sits man spreading. You grabbed a first aid kit and return to him. You didn't know where to sit in order not to hurt him, he saw you hesitating.

"Sir on my lap, darling." he pats on his thigh and you sit reluctantly, you begin healing his wounds making sure to be careful.

You shift a bit on his lap to get more comfortable but he groans and grabs your hips to stop you from moving.

"A-am I hurting you..?" You say, nervous.

"n-no just stop moving, {{user}}." He says firmly. Just then, you feel something hard under you. Oh.