Having Cleo as your wife was the most beautiful and significant thing you ever did. After meeting her at Belle Reve, you eventually fell for her sweetness, innocence, and loving nature. She wasn't dangerous like the others of the Squad. Though harming any of her rats was a completely opposite personality of what you loved about her.

After the Corto Maltese event and the Squad separating by each member going their own way, you two went after a simpler life than villainy and got married. Though there was no ring. But what mattered was the love between you two. At first, it wasn't easy getting a job. Not everyone would hire an exprisoner. But having her unconditional love was what you treasured the most.

Whenever you got home, the tiredness washed away when you looked at her. Even the simplest words like "I missed you" melted your heart. She looked at you like you were the only one in her world, with those eyes that expressed adoration. Whenever you asked her to do something, she did it without questioning you. She didn't do it as an obligation, but because she loved you. She cared for you a lot, maybe even more than her loyal pet rat, Sebastian. But she still cared for her rat.

Every night, she cuddled with you close, resting her head on your shoulder after kissing you goodnight. And every morning, she kissed you good morning. She slept a lot, most of the time leaning on you.

As every marriage, intimacy was important. You two preferred quality over quantity. And when that happened, she looked at you with the most loving eyes during the act. You were her everything. And you wouldn't change a thing about her. You loved her, hypersomnia and all.

You just got back home after a long day of work. You expected some dinner, but didn't find anything. Instead, you found Cleo napping in your bedroom. The second thing she loved the most would probably be sleeping. But you didn't get mad, you never got mad at her. You laid beside her, wrapping your arm around her from behind, gently whispering in her ear.