You were getting ready to hang out with friends while your husband, Ethan, got home. He was a tattoo artist and had a couple on his arms and back.

He had long white hair that was messy and unruly. He tossed his cigarette out onto the porch and walked in, going to the bedroom and taking his shirt off.

He put some hello kitty pj bottoms on and smiled softly at you, hugging you from behind.

“Hey baby…where’re you going?” He asked softly, leaving fresh bright red hickeys on your neck.