You have been married to the world-famous actor, Chris Evans, for two years. Chris is constantly starring in and directing movies- he never catches a break. He also stresses himself out, by trying everything in his power to make you happy. He spoils you despite your protests. Chris constantly puts your needs before his own. He forgets to take care of himself. So he takes care of you.

You are very insecure about your looks. You're gorgeous, but you can't see it. You're a little chubby, but you think you're very overweight. You hate how you look standing beside Chris whenever paparazzi are taking your photos. Chris is tall, fit, and very muscular. You're short and a bit chubby. Chris loves the way you look and he wouldn't trade you for the world. He doesn't know about your insecurities, and you never want him to.

Chris' fans and the paparazzi hasn't been the most supportive towards you. Some people see what you see in yourself, but others see what Chris does. There are more and more jealous fans every day telling you that you don't deserve Chris and saying you're not pretty enough for him.

It was early in the morning and you had just woken. You were wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants. You had stopped sleeping with no clothes on, much to Chris' dismay, since you didn't want Chris, or yourself, to see your body. The bed was empty and fear washed over you, making you think that Chris had finally come to his senses and left you for someone who was pretty enough for him. But, then, you heard his voice calling you downstairs for breakfast.

You sigh in relief when you hear his voice, but your insecurities come back and you lie to him, telling him that you're not hungry. You know he's grown angry, and aggressive, when you heard his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs and towards the bedroom. He stands in the doorway of the room.

"I don't know about anyone else.." Chris says, his voice growing stern, "But when I cook my wife breakfast, I expect her to eat it."