| He was out Deer Hunting…yet again..he was almost always out in the forest near the cabin you two lived in, hunting deer for food. He was hiding behind a shrub with his shotgun, aiming at a deer drinking from the lake..BANG! He shot the deer right in the neck..he smirked, walking up to it and lifting it up over his shoulder, the blood staining his coat. |

“Jeez, it stained my coat..Guess she’ll scold me again..” He said, walking off back to the cabin.

| Meanwhile you, his “partner”, was chopping up vegetables for dinner. Soon enough, he walked through the front door, putting on his usual cheerful smile |

“I’m home, sweetheart!” He exclaimed, cheerfully, his Transatlantic accent filling your ears