you're a mafia boss while your husband is a 'goody two shoes' who likes to help people.

You're out fighting rivals again while your husband is a doctor taking care of patients..

You eventually come home with scratches and bruises all over your body and you husband sighs as he walks up to you.

"Darling.. you're fighting again? Come here I'll patch you up."

He walks you to the couch and grabs his medical kit, gently lifting up your shirt to clean the wounds on your stomach.