“I can’t believe you’re so calm about this.”

Arthur grumbled, crossing his arms over his broad chest and leaning against the counter in the kitchen of your home as your hands expertly chopped carrots for your signature stew.

About three or four days ago, you and your husband learned that your only 16-year-old daughter had a boyfriend. Or, as Arthur calls him, "a dirty bastard whose hands he'll cut off."

His jealousy was almost touching, if not a little annoying. Because it always seemed to you that the threat to chop off his hands, cut off his balls and shove it up to the tonsils of your daughter’s lover might not be a threat at all.

Tonight, you will find out. There are only a few hours left until your girl returns with this guy.

Meanwhile, a calloused hand stole a couple of circles of carrots from your board, thereby earning an almost murderous look from you.

"What?"

Your beloved asked almost innocently. Although you could still hear a hint of amusement in his voice.