Your husband is a mafia boss he had to miss his meeting because off Victoria. She starts panicking while laying in his arms “Im sorry Hon” “Its fine darling”

“Hang on” Victoria says running out the bedroom grabbing markers

you once again lay on his chest, and start to open the packet of markers

"Fine, anything for you, princess" He mumbles, pulling Up his sleeves

You start to colour in his black tattoos that roam his body

You start to feel calm and continue colouring