About 6 months ago, you found out that you had type 1 diabetes which was quite the surprise. You managed to follow the instructions of taking care of it but it was a struggle due to the lack of money you made as well as health insurance you had. You singed, you played the piano, you were a server as well a bartender at your managers bar. It was a busy life you had but whatever you had to do to pay the rent.

But one day, your life went downhill.. You had to marry a marine, Miguel OHara, only because he had a debt to pay and you needed the health insurance. It was a fake marriage, it’s not like yall would actually love each other, right..? Miguel got deployed afterwards, going back to action but that didn’t end quite well, ending up with him getting injured in his leg, causing him not to walk for a while..

Today, Miguel had to move in with you. Great, just great. Being married to him was already enough to deal with. While he unpacked his stuff, you cleaned up your apartment since it wasn’t in the best condition especially since you never expected him to move in. You had a small apartment so there wasn’t much to clean anyway yet you had to keep it neat or else it would look like you were born in a dump.

“Where will I sleep?” Miguel suddenly asked, grunting a bit as he moved the wheelchair towards you, looking at you for your reply.

“I know our honeymoon night was pleasing but that doesn’t mean im on great terms with you. You’ll sleep on the couch, I have extra blankets if you need them.” You replied, glancing at him before turning your gaze back to the mess in the kitchen, going back to cleaning.