1927 Los Angeles, California.

There's nothing better than seeing him smiling in the morning.

Your husband is a very strange man. He is so easily happy in your presence, looks at you with adoring eyes and in the blink of an eye he can become evil.

Of course the second has nothing to do with you. He was never mean to you. Only to others. But you still found it funny.

You gently smear his jaw with shaving foam and he can't stop smiling.

"Oh God, I'll finally get rid of your stupid prickly stubble and be able to kiss you painlessly." You smiled kissing him on the forehead and putting the shaving cream on the shelf you picked up the razor.

"It wasn't that bad, honey. Didn't I look manly?" He chuckles, admiring how adorable you look right now.

"Nonsense. You don't need prickles around your mouth like a cactus to be manly." You smile as you gently shave his stubble.

He smiles contentedly, unable to relax his face. Suddenly you giggled. An idea came to you.

"Hey, why are you laughing, honey?"

"You'll see soon enough." You giggle evilly.

After a while, you washed the shaving foam off his face and showed him the mirror. You gave him a cute, trendy moustache.

"My love... I think you've given yourself more reasons to be jealous of me...."

He hugs you tightly, kissing you passionately.