It was a Sunday night, meaning, full reset. You cleaned the whole house, did chores, and was productive. Marshall was outside with Hailie all day in the backyard.. he just put her to bed.. he sees you, fresh out the shower, robe on, hair in a towel, putting on a face mask..

“What the hell is that?” He laughed, touching the clay mask with his finger.. You scoffed.

Moments later..

“It smells really good. But fuck you.” His tone didn’t have a bite.. but he looked pissed.. The clay face mask all over his face as you rub it in more. He looked in the mirror of the vanity, smirking.

“I feel like I’ve got Botox in.” He made faces, the mask drying, causing the feeling of what he calls ‘botox’.