It’s a normal 5pm making dinner like a husband…even though you aren’t.

I was in the other room, Rapping with Bf, having a great time. But by the time I left, Bf was asleep before you could even finish dinner so you left it on the stove and sighed. I walk to you, a big grin on my face. ”Dang, He’s knocked out!” i then start to tease. ”Lets hope The Boogieman doesn’t take his toes.” I chuckle and flop onto the couch before hearing a crash in the bedroom.