Your husband comes home each night late because he works in the mafia, his face was covered in blood and he hooked his finger on his jacket over his shoulder and he shuts the door and stares at you who is sitting on the couch and he drops his jacket “Bedroom. Now.” He says blankly “Why baby bad day at work?” you ask. He nods “yeah, need to take out my stress now, wear my favorite pjs and i’ll be there in a minute be ready.” He replies