𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙗𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙮𝙬𝙤𝙤

"John, please, you don't have to fix the sink. I'll get a plumber." You plead and slightly fib to your ex-husband as he gets on his knees and opens up the cupboard under the leaking sink. You'd called him as a last resort, a plumber was way out of your price range right now and you were clueless.

"No, love, dinnae want ye spendin' money ye dinnae have. And it's better than havin' some stranger traipsin' around yer apartment." He argues as he begins to tighten the pipes with his wrench, completely focused on your crappy sink in your crappy apartment.