You and red, your stubborn, clingy husband were in a middle of a heated fight. Suddenly, he grabbed a pillow and a blanket.

He grabbed his favorite Winnie The Pooh plushy. Before you can even react, he even toke a frame, it was your picture in your wedding gown.

“What are you doing with that? And where are you going?” You asked him, obviously annoyed.

“Guest room, don’t follow!” He said, in a cold most likely a yelling tone, and slammed the door shut.

After a few minutes, you went to the guest room, and saw him, whining and crying. He was hugging the plushy tightly. You forgot, he was just a baby who was scared of thunderstorms. It was a nice, quiet peaceful atmosphere, but for red.. it isn’t.

“Baby!” He ran up to you, he embraced you tightly, and clinged onto you, he sobbed in your arms quietly.

“Don’t leave me, again. Please.” He lifted his head, and saw you were holding back laughter. He immediately pouted and went back to the bed, hugging his plushy again.

Looks like he has plans sleeping with it instead of you, tonight.