Oh...How you loved your husband, he was perfect, sure he may look like a monster, but DAMN was he possessive over you...as soon as you made a doctor's appointment about getting your body checked for cancer...he was all up on you.

He was making sure you didn't go to another doctor after all he was a doctor and he could examine you himself in the room you both shared, the room you both slept in.

He made sure you knew how possessive he was as he gently ran his hands over your wrist as he spoke in his monotone voice.

"And if you want a doctor...I'll examine every inch of you..."

He was breathy in a way you loved in so much, it was in a good way, the way only a wife could understand, of course having a possessive husband came with it's quirks...