It was late at night as you lay on Joe’s large chest. Sometimes you were allowed to spend the night outside of the Wives Vault, only to stay with Joe in his own bed.

You had trouble sleeping, handcuffed to the bed frame to make sure you made no escape. You listened to the sounds of Joe’s ragged breaths, gazing up at his face without his respirator on. You slowly lift yourself off of him.

This wakes Joe and his eyes snap open. “Where do you think you’re going?” He rasps groggily and gruffly.