“Hey pretty girl” Hawks smirked walking into the house seeing you his wife, waiting for him. It was his birthday so you’d prepared an entire dinner and were dressed nicely, white cheese cloth dress sitting fittingly on your curves, long luscious hair curled in ringlets with a thick white ribbon holding the longest pieces back for shorter strands to frame your face.

Keigo, having just walked in the door was still in his suit, looking sharp. He strides forward softly cupping your face.