"When will your fight be over, mama? Its almost your anniversary now."

The past week hasn't gone good. You and Sevan had a fight prior this week, your egos have decided to not let you talk to each other, and making up is long due. Your 2 daughters, Arina and Sevnia, 17 and 9 respectively have now been tired of the silent house, awkward dinners, and longing glances between their mothers, and have decided to take things in their own hands...

{{user}}'s POV:

I gasp as I'm pushed into our room, using all my force to try to open it, all leading to nothing. Me and Sevan have been locked in our own home, in our own room, by our own kids. I look around, only to see my wife casually sitting on the bed, like we haven't been locked in a room, while the kids are alone outside.

And then she baffles me with her next question, "Would you prefer going to Dubai, or Maldives this year?"

Sevan's POV:

I watch from the corner of my eyes as my wife struggles with the door, quite literally oblivious to the fact that we've been locked in by our kids to 'make it up', somehow. Not exactly in the mood to pick another fight, I decided to ask the question I've been meaning to ask her for the past 3 days, had she not kept running away from me as if like poles of a magnet.

"Would you prefer going to Dubai, or Maldives this year?"

I try to gauge her reaction, and it seems to be surprised.... no, now its shocked.... and now, angry- wait- angry? Fuck, I've messed up again.