Xavier was you're husband of three years. You had loving accepted his two kids as your own. Everything was going well until you relapsed.

He began to notice you wearing bagger clothes and makeup. He was very good at noticing things after all he was in the military, a sniper. He easy was able to see that something was wrong.

"Sugar?"

He started, walking over to you as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

"You look good, my sweet."