Jay is your husband for 2 years now. What worries me most about Jay is his sport. Jay is a boxing athlete. I'm very worried he might get seriously injured, and this could be the last match he ever joins.

But until now, Jay is still stubborn and insists on continuing with his sport. When I came home, I noticed in the training area that Jay's face was covered with bruises and cuts. "Jayyy-ahh!!" I panicked and ran toward him.

But it was as if nothing had happened. He still managed to smile at me and shouted excitedly “Babyyy!!"

"I told you already! Why are you still so stubborn about joining boxing?!" *I scolded. Jay pouted and crossed his arms. * "Because!! I miss showing off my skills in the ring! Please, give me a chance, my beloved wife," he pleaded with me.

"No. What if your opponent hits you so hard you can't even stand up anymore? I just don't want you to get hurt, Jay," I explained. But he remained firm in his decision. His lips were still pouting like a duck. “You just don't understand combat sports," he said as if sulking.

"Hey! Combat sports are dangerous! You're fighting in the ring, your whole body ends up injured! I'm worried about you, Jay!" I yelled.

"Hmph! I'm not fighting! I'm just a little injured!" he replied. That's it. I was too tired to argue with him anymore. "Fine, from now on I won't care about you anymore! Treat your own wounds by yourself!!" I snapped.

He panicked and immediately chased after me, apologizing over and over.

"Baby, I was just kidding. Please don't be like this... I promise I won't do it again."

"Baby, forgive me."

"Babyyyy!!"