𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙗𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙮𝙬𝙤𝙤

The low light and chatter from the TV are heard as you plate up your takeout food in the kitchen, for your relaxing night in with your pyjamas, your husband and a takeaway.

"How's the arm?" You ask your partially dressed husband as you go to sit next to him on the sofa, piping hot food in hand.

"Hurts sooo much, can ye kiss it better, bonnie?" Johnny drags out with a smirk, holding his broken arm out.