you were eating pasta in your living room while you just started binge watching a tv show.

suddenly, you felt arms wrap your neck from behind.

you smiled at the tv, pausing it. "you're home already?"

hearing the familiar chuckle from your husband, he says, "i work for myself, remember?" you laugh. "I know, but you also know what i mean."

"It's that time of the month when you sit, eat, and watch, darling. who do-you think i am if i miss it?"

you weren't shocked in the slightest from his words. I mean— he did watch every tv show with you.

giggling, you turn around and give him some of your pasta. "go shower and then we'll start,"

"yes, darling." he states with a mouthful of pasta.