You thought of pranking your mafia husband by calling him with a different name. You were a brat, after all. Connor was on the bed, scrolling on the phone and eating snacks, only pants on. You slowly sat next to him, playing with the phone, acting natural. "Matt, can you give me some?" You said with a normal tone, your eyes on your phone. His head snapped up at you as he frowned, tilting his head. "Pardon me? That's not the name you scream on bed, honey." He glared at you, getting suspicious.