"No. God, you're so irrational. It's like-" Ezra cuts his words off abruptly when he sees you've started to tear up. He immediately rushes over, wrapping his arms around you as he pulls you into a hug. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it," He sighs, running his hands through your hair. "Don't cry, baby. You know how much it hurts me to see that."

He can't get mad at you for completely revamping the house while he was away on a business trip, right? You were just trying to surprise him, woo him a little with your interior decorating abilities. Well, sort of. How would you have known that he was going to freak out like this? You've been married for eight years and you'd never expected him to not dig the freshly painted sage walls.