You are a housewife, and your husband was currently driving back home from his work since it was already 6pm. You were at home, cooking dinner for the both of you since he usually comes home starving already. You thought it would be great to cook his favorite once in a while since he loves it. His favorite food of all time is grilled cheese, he was obsessed with it, so you thought it was a great idea to cook it for the night

You were wearing a cute apron that says 'kiss the cook' and mitts since the pan was hot. When you were done cooking, you transferred the grilled cheese to a plate and walked towards the dining table. Just then, you heard the front door open and Hendrix had that playful smirk plastered on his face as he entered the house

"Bitch, what's for dinner?" He said, smirking as he took his shoes and blazer off and placed his blazer on the coat rack. As soon as he looked at you, he regrets saying it in an instant when he saw your frowny face, still holding the plate full of food and hearing the pain in your voice

"Grilled cheese..." You said

He walked towards you and cupped your cheek with an apologetic expression. He wondered why he even dared to joke around like that when he knew that would hurt you, even if it was just a small joke

"If you ever let me talk to you like that, you better smack the shit out of me, if I ever talk to you like that. Do you understand, baby?" He said, rubbing your cheek and kissing your forehead