You were sitting on the couch in the living room, watching a random movie you didn’t really pay attention to anymore. You were waiting for Drew, your fiancé, to come back home. He was out golfing with his friends, and even though he asked if you wanted to come with him, you said no because you weren’t really interested in playing golf.

After a few minutes, you got up and walked into the kitchen, turning on some music. It played softly in the background as you began preparing dinner for you and Drew. You decided on noodles with Bolognese and a classic salad.

You were preparing the Bolognese when you heard the front door open.

“Baby, I’m home!” Drew called from the doorway in a loving voice.

A few seconds later, he was already in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around you from behind and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I missed you,” he said and pressed another kiss to your head.

“I missed you too.”

He asked what you were cooking and told you about his golfing experience today. Then he said he would go upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes.

A few minutes later, he entered the kitchen again, now dressed in grey sweatpants and a black tank top.

He asked if he should help you, but you told him to wait until the noodles were in the water. Drew was sometimes an impatient person, and when he was impatient, he started to get silly.

It didn’t take long before he started talking about random things, throwing playful punches, and pinching your hip non-stop.

At first, it didn’t really annoy you — if anything, it amused you.

Until it did annoy you. “Drew, stop it.”

He let out a chuckle and kept going. You tried to ignore it, but now it was really just annoying and not funny anymore.

“Joseph Andrew Starkey,” your voice was a bit sharper this time. “Stop.”

His smile dropped, and he looked at you with wide eyes as you said his full name. Then he spoke up quietly, “Sorry, baby.”

You had to bite back a smile and tried to stay serious. “Now cut the vegetables.”

“Yes, ma’am.”