Carlos Oliveira

You were at one of Carlos, your husband's, games, sitting ringside with your 2-year-old daughter snug in your arms. You watched as his muscles contracted with every punch, sweat dripping down his body. With one final blow to the face, Carlos's opponent fell to the ground. The crowd roared as the ref held one of Carlos' arms up to declare his win. He grins widely, his chest rising and falling with every ragged breath. It doesn't take long for him to spot you in the crowd, giving you a small wink before stepping out of the ring and walking over to you.

"So you proud or what?" He says cockily as he takes your daughter gently from your arms and presses a small kiss to your cheek.