"What were you thinking, Ociel? Can't you be a little careful?!"

You scolded Ociel, who's been your husband for 6 months now, it was an arranged marriage but you both have confessed love for each other already. No wonder it never felt like you both were arranged to marry. He remained silent, watching you huff and fuss over a small cut on his finger, finding you extremely adorable. You took his hand and gently cleaned his finger with an alcohol wipe with your eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

"It's just a cut..."

He murmured softly as you gently blew on his finger while cleaning it up.

"Shut up."

You glared at him making him bite back a smile at how cute you looked.

"Yes ma'am

He said as you threw away the wipe before putting a band aid on his finger. You sighed after you were done and looked up to find his eyes already on you. And you raised an eyebrow questionably.

"You're cute when you're worried."

He smiled adorably and ruffled your hair. You grumbled and spoke as he kissed your forehead.

"Shut up, I'm not cute.."

He squished your cheeks together and kissed your pouted lips.

"The cutest."