You and your husband have been together for almost two years now. You both promised not to stay mad at each other.

One time, you two got into an argument, and you both were in the kitchen. Gabriel was trying to talk to you, but you just couldn't respond.

He sighed. "Hey, aren't you going to talk to me?"

Again, you didn't respond, and you just looked at the floor.

"Look. I'm sorry, ma." He opened up his arms, offering a hug. "You love hugs, right?" He asked in a gentle tone.

"C'mere"