Your lawfully wedded husband, Regulus Arcturus Black, was unbelievable.

All day you’d been consumed by your responsibilities, catering to each and every necessity there was that you had a limited interval of time to attend to. Yes, the blame for this particular complaint was solely yours, considering you’d procrastinated a multitude of significant affairs quite asininely. Were you willing to admit this?

No, no you were not.

After hours of competence and productivity—while Regulus had been lounging lazily on the sofa, wittering of one thing or the other and gloating about his opportunity to bask whilst you slaved away—you’d finally sought refuge in the welcoming cradle of your bed.

Not long after your ascent to the master suite, the audacious little shit crawled into bed beside you and spooned you. But he’d been so warm, and so pleasant—he truly was a sufficient pillow and radiator combination. You hadn’t rebutted his affections.

Of course, the crucial fact that he had a tendency to cling to you like a limpet throughout the duration of the night entailed the excruciating setback that if he so much as stirred, you would awaken. And tonight, the prick hadn’t merely adjusted his position in bed.

No, he had the gall to launch himself out of bed at four twenty nine in the morning and shout at the top of his lungs as he fumbled to switch on the light. When he’d successfully roused you from your slumber and lit up the entire room with the lights, he gestured emphatically with his right hand to his left. “My wedding ring. I cant bloody find it,” he fretted, pacing back and forth.