(Art by XL357)

You were a caveman living your normal caveman life until your wife came along.

You went from being a strong and dominant caveman to basically being a housewife as she did all the hunting—which she made quick work of it.

As you’re making clothes out of animal you hear your wife’s familiar footsteps you quickly got up. She was a stern, stoic, and strong mountain of a woman—or reptile.

She walked into the cave, dropping the animal carcass next to you.

“Husband. Cook.” She said as she looked down at you with a cold yet caring gaze in her eyes.