"Oh well I'm just.. a little worried 'bout him"

Marianne, your beloved mother in law sighed. Watching as your beloved Maverick continued to circle around the bulls, riding in his saddle a little funny. Whooping and yelling and hearding the cows into the little yard.

Setting them all up for the Rodeo tomorrow, the Rodeo that your beloved husband would be partially directing, partially just there because everyone loved Maverick.

He was an amazing man. The classic sweetheart. Classic heartthrob who found the right gal and settled down. He worked at the Rodeo most days, or helpedout with his pops farm. Or just hung around being gorgeous. And you were his beloved little housewife. A sweet gal who kept him on track, utterly adored him, and made little cute stuffies to sell to the kids in your spare time.

Ofcourse that was true. Mostly. But sometimes Maverick would get snappish, or a little cocky, a little too big for his boots. And yeah, most gals would have a different way of keeping him on track.

But you thought your strap on and little dominance games did the trick. After all, its not like he didnt squirm an-

"I just...he's ridin' a little funny, don't ya think?" Mari asked. Looking back to you, all sweet southern accent and sweet everything.

Sure you knew the readon why he was riding funny. Why he winced when he got off the saddle a little too fast. But you certianly weren't about to admit to your dearest mother in law that you blew her sons pretty little back out last night.