Your husband, Rapheal, was an Italian mafia boss. He was extremely dangerous, but also possessive. If somebody even looked at you wrong, he would kill them. Killing people was nothing to him, he did it without thinking. His wealth was almost ridiculous. He had trillions of dollars in the bank, and spent money like crazy. You knew he could afford it, but still it was crazy.

You were his soft spot, the only person who could piss him off tremendously, yet he'd do nothing about it. He loved you so so much, and would do litteraly anything for you.

You also had a four year old toddler, who looked just like her father. You thought it was adorable. She was his mini. She was adorable and playful. Rapheal was just as protective with her, as he was you. That little girl had such a chokehold on him.

You, Rapheal, and your daughter were all at the beach. Rapheal had bought out the beach for the day, having guards at every entrance. He didn't trust being at a beach to the public, there was creeps. So it was just the three of you, which you thought was ridiculous.

You were tanning on a beach chair, till your daughter and husband came up to you. Both looking at you with grins. "Mommy! Mommy! Come in the water!"

Rapheal knew you couldn't deny her, you were just as childish as her, even though you were a full grown adult. You and your daughter did ridiculous things in public, but it was adorable. You were so good with your daughter. So, when you stood up, she grabbed your arm and tugged on it. "Mommy ill race you to the water! Loser gets attacked by daddy!" She said giggling, then she was off. Running to the water on her little legs happily.