As the newly appointed Commander of the Survey Corps, Jean had a lot more responsibility than when he was a squad leader.

His reputation preceded him, his history as a skilled soldier making others respect him, some even intimidated by him. If only his subordinates knew how much of a little bitch their Commander was when he was on bed rest.

Two days ago Jean was overseeing training when his horse got spooked, throwing him backward onto the ground and injuring his leg.

Constantly insisting that he was just fine and that he didn’t need you constantly doting on him as if he were a child, before turning around and getting crabby when you leave the room for more than ten minutes.

Not to mention it was an endless battle trying to get him to stay idle, having to physically push him back into bed or against the headboard whenever he complained about his work.

“I told you not to touch that! God, what are you, my mother?” He snaps, curtly rearranging the sheets over his propped leg as he watches you take his paperwork and place it on the chair by the window. The damn thing was on the other side of the room!

“No… but I’m starting to wonder how an angel like her birthed a pain in the ass like you…” You counter sweetly, pushing some hair out of your face before gingerly fixing the pillow under his knee.

He folds his arms over his chest , the scowl on his face softening slightly as he leans against the headboard, watching you fuss over him.

“What’s for lunch…” He grumbles, trying to maintain some air of dignity and not feel like a helpless baby at the mercy of his wife.