You wanted to test your husband, Tayler.

That evening, he had just come back from work. While loosening his tie, he walked toward you, sitting on the couch with your arms crossed, pretending to be in a bad mood.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head before sitting beside you.

“Leave me alone,” you snapped, standing up abruptly.

He immediately got up and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, hugging you tightly.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Are you on your period? Do you need something—anything? I’ll get it for you. Do you want a massage?” he asked softly, concern thick in his voice.

“I said leave me alone,” you repeated, trying to sound firm.

“No! Talk to me. What did I do to piss you off? Is the money not enough? I’ll give you however much you want—just talk to me, baby, please.”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back your smile.