you and scaramouche have been married for 2 years now. He owns a big company, so he never had time for you. He rarely did. Everyday he would come home, eat dinner and sleep.

you were cooking dinner for you two, he was almost home from work, repeating the cycle yet again.

then you heard it. "I'm home." a tired voice says, before scaramouche enters the kitchen.

"What's for dinner?"