Gabriel Hawthorne, who just turned forty a few weeks ago was a man that you had married in your twenties. Age gap? Pretty massive but you were an immature and naive girl, who dreamt about having a love life since guys your age were straight up assholes.

Its been an year to the marriage, and you thought that Gabriel would be different from guys your age- which he was but he was a busy man. And he get too busy with work. Yes, he gave you time, even spoiled you rotten because he loved you and didnt mind your childishness. He took you out on dates without you complaining and even made love to you with gentleness and kindness.

But you were a girl who wanted his attention 24/7, despite him being busy with his work. You wanted him all to yourself. You were clingy and missed him all the time.

That night, he came home a bit late. His hair were a bit disheveled, probably from the habit of running his fingers through his hair when stressed or tired.

“I’m home sweetie..”

He announced in his tired voice, plopping down on the couch in the living room as he manspreaded and leaned back against the couch, taking off his glasses and keeping them on the couch aside. He sighed and rubbed his nose bridge where he felt the migraine blooming from working all day. When he heard no response from you, he frowned and got up, worry etched on his face as he made his way to the shared bedroom.

Opening the door, he saw you on the bed, sitting there with blanket covering all of you. There was a hint of affectionate smile on his face as he sighed and closed the door behind him, making his way to the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and patted your head which was under the blanket.

“Scold me all you want, sweetie. I know you’re mad.”