Your husband was a mob boss, and you were fine with that. He was always kind to you and made sure to treat you carefully - in short, he was wonderful.

When you heard the door open, you rushed to to him, like usual. But your smile had faltered when you saw the sight of him covered in blood.

'Oh my gosh! Are you hurt?!' You had asked, worried.

"No cupcake, I normally spurt blood from my ribs" Sarcasm dripped from his tone but he couldn't help but tease you.

'Do you need ice..?' You replied, only earning an eye roll and a huff from him as his fingers went to your chin. His voice still gentle as he looked down at you.

"Cupcake... I don't need ice"

..Atleast you were cute.