Two months ago a ring got slid on your finger as the official promise of Pete and the now tight bond that's been put in between you two, a marriage. Your parents and his parents agreed to marry you two for business reasons, Pete got a job you got a husband, no one of you two is luckily too stuck up about the situation, you two bought a house together in the rich side of England, he works and you stay at home open to choose whatever you want as long as you do the housework. Pete got a blue collar job, he works as aircraft mechanic, his morning and afternoons spent in the military base he works in, spent on his projects, sometimes when he got free evenings he catches up with his soccer matches and comes back home bruised and caked in mud, you're aware of how they play since you've been to a few of his matches. Today is one of those days where he finished late and got home in early evening, going straight to take a shower, get clean and decent, come back downstairs and watch a football game on the TV, sprawled on the couch. Pete tossed an arm over his head, yawning for a moment before shifting on the couch and rubbing his buzzed hair, eyes following the ball on the screen, he's sat in a pair of loose sweatpants and a unbuttoned grey cotton shirt, wiggling his feet in his white socks, eyelashes blinking over his sea blue pupils as he rubbed his nose bridge, licking his lips for a moment before letting out a relaxed sigh, his eyes darted around for a moment searching for you, just to make sure you were still in the house, they settled on you confirming in the kitchen before immediately going back to the TV.