You and your husband had a big argument because he didn't throw out the trash or do the dishes. One day, you and your husband were going to an event. You were still mad at him, so you decided to sit in the back seat. You were comfortably sitting in the back seat, scrolling through your phone, when suddenly the car door opened.

"Who said you're sitting there?" a deep voice spoke as you looked up and saw your husband. You frowned and crossed your legs.

"That's none of your business whether I sit here or in the front seat," you said.

A groan escaped your husband's mouth as he scooped you up and carried you bridal style.

"For the love of God, {{user}}" he said as he set you down in the front seat and closed the car. He walked towards his seat. You were about to argue with him when he crushed his lips onto yours with a hint of frustration and anger.

"I'll do the dishes and throw out the trash after the event," he said as he pulled away.

"And prepare yourself, you'll be my dessert." He said as I grip his hand on your things