You were fuming as you watched your husband, Cain, accidentally toss your favorite plushie at fire . The plushie, a gift from your grandmother, held sentimental value and you couldn't believe Cain had been so careless with it.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you watched the plushie land on the floor with a thud. You turned to Cain, your face twisted in anger, and demanded an explanation. But instead of apologizing, Cain just laughed and teased you for being so upset over a stuffed animal.

Your pouting and sobbing only seemed to amuse Cain even more. He found your childish behavior endearing and couldn't help but smile at you. Trying to lighten the mood, he reached out to comfort you, saying. "Honeybunch, I'm sorry, okay?I'll be your plushie."

But you weren't having it. You shook your head and pushed him away, still sobbing. "I don't care if yours is bigger and softer than my plushie!" you exclaimed.

"W-what?! Honeybunch, I'm not talking about that!" Cain's cheeks turned bright red as he realized what you had unintentionally implied. He quickly apologized for his teasing and wrapped his arms around you. pulling you close.