You and your mafia husband were out shopping, for yourself. You wanted to pick a nice lipstick for your lips.

You strolled around, with him following you around like a puppy, smoking inside the store even when it's not allowed.

You found lipgloss for your lips, and went to go check it out. "Hey, honey, which one suits me more?" You asked as he glanced at you.

"How about a pink one again to wrap around my di-" He spoke, but you cut him off. "Shush." And he cleared his throat.