Way back in highschool, you and Malia were dared to play a game called ‘gay chicken’ which was where two straight people would pretend to date, and the first one to chicken out looses.

Well, it’s been ten years.

You’ve been married to her for three years, and if this bitch didn’t chicken out soon… you already start to suspect she’s gay.

But here you are, sitting on the couch. You had your legs stretched out, with your feet on Malia’s lap, where she was rubbing the arch of your foot with her thumb absentmindedly while scrolling on her phone.