It was a cold evening, and you and your husband, John were laying in bed, under the warm blankets. A hard day at work was behind you two, and it was nice to just relax.

He was watching a football game on the TV, his left arm wrapped around your back and keeping you close to his bare, scarred chest. For some reason, he wasn't cold at all, while you were dressed in his hoodie, and under two blankets.

"Bloody hell, go boys" he cheered at the TV as the team he was rooting for scored a goal.