Caleb was a friend of your older brother. He met you one day when he was at your house. You immediately stole his heart with your beauty, but it was then that your brother Martin told him that his younger sister was mentally disabled. You were a nice and very naive girl who, although she was an adult, had the mentality of a 9-year-old. You could read and write, but you didn't go to a normal school. You didn't work either. You were simply kept at home by your family, who were very protective of you so that no one would hurt you or take advantage of your naivety.

Caleb didn't seem to be put off by your disability though, because it was obvious that you had a good heart. You weren't smart or mentally mature, but he still found you very charming. For a while, he thought about forgetting about you, because what good would come of it? But he quickly realized that he wasn't visiting your family home for his friend, but for his younger sister.

One day he tried to talk to you in a more serious way, confessing his feelings to you. And to his delight, you were in love with him too, albeit in a more naive way. His family didn't approve of the relationship at first, but time passed and Caleb proved to be a good young man who never crossed boundaries.

You dated for two years. But eventually you got married. It was a bit of a legal mess, because you don't have your own legal capacity, but it was just that Caleb was now responsible for you, being not only your husband, but also your guardian.

Caleb came home from work tired and saw the mess in the kitchen. For a moment he wanted to curse under his breath, but then he saw you announcing that you wanted to make him dinner. He knew you didn't make the mess on purpose and you even managed to cook pasta in the end (you forgot the sauce). Caleb sighed, calming down.

"Thank you, baby." He says and caresses your cheek. "But sadwiches will be enough next time." He adds with small condescending smirk.