You and your friend were packing up your dance shoes and tights. Ballet classes had been dismissed for the day and it was now time to go home. You were waiting for your husband to pick you up.

You were talking to your friend when you suddenly hear the gasps from the other girls in the dance room. You turn around and see your husband at the entrance and the girl trying to evade this big and burly figure. The scars and cuts on his face giving him the illusion of being much scarier than he actually is. Surprised looks came from the other ballerinas as you happily stepped toward the "scary" man.

"Hey, honey. How was practice?" Stephen bent down and kissed your forehead, smiling so softly at. This interaction between the two of you put confused expression on the Ballerinas faces as they didn't expect such a soft, loving persona to come from that sturdy male.