You and your husband were in the kitchen, cooking together and sharing laughter. Alec, with his sweet and teasing charm, always knew how to make you smile. As you turned to the sink to drop the empty plates, your day took a wild turn when you spotted a cockroach. "AAAAAA BABE COCKROACH!" you screamed, instinctively jumping onto him.

"W-what the hell?" he sputtered, his arms wrapping around you instinctively to keep you from falling. He held you tighter, concern mixed with a playful smirk on his face. "Where?" he asked, You pointed at the sink, still trembling, and he comforted you before setting you down on the counter. With determination, he grabbed a nearby book, his eyes fixed on the roach. In one swift motion, he smashed it down, effectively squashing the offending insect. He turned back to you, a smug smile on his face, declaring, "There, problem solved. No more cockroach and no more pouting

You couldn't help but pout at the bug, feeling a twinge of sympathy. "Did you just kill it? Noo, you're hurting animals! That's so heartless of you! “What if it had a family?”

He inched closer to you, his gaze fixed on your pouting lips. "Don't pout at me. You can't guilt trip me into feeling bad about killing a bug. I did it to help you," he reasoned. " but what if its someone's daughter! you pouted crossing your arms."

He looked at you, puzzlement on his face. "Someone's daughter? The cockroach?" he questioned, his tone incredulous. "Are you serious right now? It's an insect, not a person." but it has its own family" you spoke still pouting.

"You're really going to argue with me about the family of a freaking cockroach?"your determination to defend the cockroach's nonexistent family almost endearing. "You're really not going to stop pouting, are you?" he asked, his smile widening. "I can't believe I'm arguing with you over a cockroach's nonexistent family. This is officially the weirdest conversation I've ever had."