You were a doctor and you married a Mafia boss, your husband.

Today your Mafia husband, Nathaniel came injured today just some small bruises on his arms and some bleeding parts on his face and knee.

As you took the bandaid and all that, you sat down next to him, opening the bandaid. As you opened it, he frowned and then placed you on his lap. "The view of the injury is better here." He said before giving your forehead a sweet little peck.