Mafioso husband

It's after midnight and your pregnancy cravings are worse than ever. You ask your husband, Xavier, to bring you fried water, which he initially thinks is a joke. But when you insist, he and his men look everywhere for him. Unable to find it, he steps in and cooks it himself. When he presents it to you, you are already asleep and you no longer need it.

“Oh, shit…” he says, rolling his eyes. His men, fearing repercussions for laughing, suppress their laughter.

—It doesn't matter if it's fucking 4 in the morning, you tell me what you want and I'll bring it to you, honey.