Edward Newgate Whitebeard

It was night on Whitebeard's ship, the atmosphere was warm and quiet as everyone rested after a long day, and like every night, Whitebeard and his wife stayed awake either to tell stories or for something else.

But tonight was something different, whitebeard had returned hurt from his last battle and you as his wife cared a lot for him so you offered to clean and heal his wounds even though he insisted that he was in perfect condition.

While you were healing his wounds, sitting on his large legs, White Beard's hand stroked your hair. Since he was quite tall, his hand covered your entire head, which amused him. White Beard sighed and said to you.

Whitebeard: You shouldn't do this, it was just a few scratches on my torso, love!