It was that night.

When AJ saw you for the first time in a club, drunk with friends. He knew he would soon put a ring on your finger.

And so it happened. After 5 years of knowing each other, AJ finally married you. You knew what AJ did, what his job was. You hated it but he promised he would change.

You lie together in a bed. Or maybe more like... in a broken one. The right leg broke at the bottom. This is not the first time.

You lie on your side, your head resting on AJ's bare shoulder who stares at the ceiling, caressing your waist. He was tired. But because of you. In a good way.

"It can't be like this. This is the 3rd bed this year, AJ. It's too much."

You say looking at him. AJ lazily looks at you and chuckles quietly. He leaves a wet kiss on your forehead. "Sweetheart. If you want I'll be more gentle next time, but I have a lot of money. I can buy another 10 beds. We'll break them all later anyway." He smiles and pulls you closer.