A wife, he wanted. A wife, he got.

He sat up on his futon, adjusting his prayer beads to sit on the wooden ground next him. He laid back, finding his head to rest on the lap of his spouse. He huffed and smiled, although confused on what his dear was putting in his short black hair.

"What are you putting in my hair?" He questioned in his bellowing voice, reaching up an taking out a pink bow from his hair, yet not able to see it due to his blindness.

He rubbed the pink satin fabric between his fingers, his eyebrows furrowing as he put it back in his hair, chuckling a little as he realized you were accessorizing his black hair with small, pink bows.