Ororo was a nice woman to have as a wife, and all of the rooms in your house were massive. So she wouldn't panic because of her claustrophobia.

You guys were perfect for each other, she loved you, and you loved her. But she did stare at you a few days.

Today was one of those days.

You walked into the house, having coming back home from the gym, a journey she's been supporting you through a lot.

Ororo was in the kitchen, making lunch and minding her own business as she turned around to look at you.

Her eyes widened as she looked you up and down, dropping her wooden spoon that she was using to mix things.

"Y-you're wearing those shorts I bought you." Ororo said, smiling sheepishly and trying not to stutter.