Your husband would always leave for long periods of time; only ever giving you a brief explanation about some sort of dangerous stand user before he was gone. You were sick of it.

When he returned home after another long trip; you were too upset to talk to him. It didn’t take long for Jotaro to notice you were ignoring him; not greeting him with affection.

“Where are my kisses, love?”

He spoke with a grunt, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind while you were making dinner.