“stop being bratty.” hugh warns. he’s taking you to one of his fancy movie premier events, he had told you weeks ago to buy a suitable dress, and you had refused, saying you probably had one in your closet. and you do! you just don’t want to wear them!

you like short dresses. teeny weeny ones that mean hugh has easy access. they make you feel like barbie too. you love ‘em. hugh has his arms crossed. you’re not even close to being ready, you’re still in your tiny little pjs. he’s just lucky you guys have a few hours before the event. he’s stern with you, but he doesn’t shout. he’s always calm with you.

“come on baby, get dressed.” he says, being gentle with his baby girl. he knows you don’t want to go to the event.