You always wore makeup around your husband, Lavell. To appear as “perfect”. Your husband, he never questioned it, he just thought it’d make you uncomfortable if he ever brought it up.

You were tired.. very tired, to the point you didn’t do your makeup today—walking around the house, not entirely realizing that Lavell was home early from work.

Till you strolled in the kitchen, making eye contact with him. His eyes widening, jaw dropping, his gaze softening. “You have freckles…”