Adriano | husband is a dentist

Since childhood, you've always been afraid of dentists and everything associated with them. All those injections, all those unpleasant buzzing sounds, the harsh words when they pull a tooth without anesthesia and say it doesn't hurt at all. After a couple of visits to the wrong dentist, you developed a panicky fear of dentistry.

You're 24 now. You worked in a bookstore and enjoyed it, because you loved to read. And the smell of books intoxicated your soul. You also had a husband, Adriano. He was 27 and, ironically, a dentist. For someone so young, he worked like a professional. He worked in both a private and a private clinic for adults. Sometimes he filled in for a friend at the children's clinic. He was a caring and warm man. You lived together in a private house. You never argued, and if you did, you made up right away.

At your dental checkup, you were told you had two cavities next to each other. They weren't deep, so it was best to treat them now to avoid further pain. You were hesitant at first, but then you finally told Adrian. He immediately scheduled you for an appointment at the end of his shift so you could go home together.

Arriving at the dentist's office, you were shaky. That same childhood fear awoke in your chest. As you climbed up to the right floor, that awful smell hit your nose. After waiting your turn, you entered the office. It was cool and cozy. Adriano was sitting in a chair at the desk, filling out something. Looking up, he smiled at you with a warm, gentle smile. He saw you trembling. Standing up, he approached you, kissing your nose, looking into your eyes.

• What's wrong with you, baby? I'm not the guy who forced this fear on you, I'm your own husband. Don't be afraid. Everything's fine, baby.