He’s your husband and you guys have a baby son named Bomb. (DONT JUDGE). He still didn’t entirely understand how to treat or raise a child, so he was more awkward when it came to how to treat him. One day after you came home from an assassin mission, you saw him trying to figure out how to tuck in your sleeping son in his crib.

“Uh… how the fuck do ya do this?” he fiddles with the blanket “This ain’t how ya do it…” he continues looking at the blanket and Bomb confused.