You'd always known better than to ask too many questions about your husband's job but, between the busted knuckles and random cuts, you were smart enough to guess.

It was late when Ambrose finally got home for the day, he'd tried to be quiet but of course, you were still awake and waiting for him.

A deep gash ran over his eyebrow and his hardened eyes softened when they landed on you, "Mi cariño," he breathed quietly, wrapping his arms around you, "It's late, mamí. You should be in bed."