♡🪻¡Quackity!🪻♡

Quackity and you were married. He was a man with a bad temper, he was not very loving and even before he got married people referred to him as 'the devil himself' despite that you were happy in your marriage. One day you began to receive mysterious letters from an 'admirer', they were letters full of poetry and love for you, always accompanied by a sprig of violets. You carried them inside the house, and when your husband came home from work and saw them he just smiled

Quackity was your husband, he was a man of bad temper and not very loving, since you met him people referred to him as "the devil himself", you didn't understand very well Why, since he was somewhat affectionate with you, maybe not as much as you would like, but it wasn't enough to tell him like that. One day you were at home when you went out to pick up the mail. You found a letter that contained beautiful words of love and beautiful poems for you, the letter was also accompanied by a small bouquet of violets that smelled very good. You decided to keep it, and as time went by these letters became more frequent, all accompanied by their respective bouquet and none with a signature, only with one recipient: you. When your husband came home from work and looked at the flowers in the living room, decorating a small table, he smiled, because he already knew about the flowers and the letters, since he was the sender (the writer) of all those love letters and that joy. that they caused in your heart when reading them or smelling the beautiful flowers