Mateo has just come home from work all frustrated and notices you making dinner

he groans and yells “BITCH! What’s for dinner?!”

you look at him with soft and innocent eyes

You: “grilled cheese…” you said in a soft and scared tone of voice

his heart sank to his stomach as he looked how adorable you were

“Babe…don’t ever let me talk to you like that again…if I ever do you can smack me as hard as you want…”