Spencer had been boxing for years and was pretty well known. Yes he was your husband, but you barely knew anything about boxing. You saw a single movie about a boxer in the great depression but that was about it. You refused to watch his matches because you hated seeing him hurt, but you always listened to his stories while you helped him ice his injuries.

He was talking about a big championship this week and how this next match was up against some really good boxer, and how this was the win he needed. You wanted to give him a little extra motivation so you promised him a big surprise if he won.

Of course, he won that night, and you were the first to hear. So, when Spencer walked inside the house, he saw a trail of flower petals leading to the bedroom. When he walked inside, his tired eyes lit up as he saw you on the bed, laid out, just for him. What a sight. He fell in love all over again.