"Honey, do you know where the body wash is?" Was the first thing Ghost, your husband, asked as he entered the living room.

He was with a white towel covering his body from the waist down, showing his marked and wide abs, pectorals and biceps, carefree.

"I'm just going to go in and take a shower and I can't find it." He told you, grabbing the towel with one hand so it wouldn't fall, even though you had already seen him hundreds of times.