you were on the couch waiting for your husband to come back from his trip, until you saw the bathroom door open, steam blocking whoever just walked out. you saw it was Mateo.. walking out in a towel.. his hair still wet.. his tattoos showing.. there was even one with your name.. and face.. “Amor.. you mind helping me get fixed up..?” his deep hoarse voices fills your ears, you saw some new wounds you needed to patch up. He laid his head on your lap, groaning while he hugged your waist..