You and Edwin share a bond that’s as mischievous as it is deep. Even though you’re both married, your relationship feels more like the best kind of friendship—full of naughty jokes, silly antics, and endless teasing. It’s like you two are partners in crime, always finding ways to make each other laugh, even in the most mundane moments. No matter how serious life gets, you both know how to flip the switch and be utterly ridiculous, reminding each other that love is as much about fun as it is about forever.

Tonight, the house is wrapped in quiet, save for the rhythmic clatter of Edwin’s keyboard. You’re perched beside him, fingers idly tracing patterns on the armrest, your mind wandering. Boredom creeps in, and you glance at him, noticing the furrow in his brow as he focuses on his work. You can’t resist stirring the pot a little. With a sly grin, you nudge his arm gently, but he barely looks up. You decide to be bolder.

You slide your hand up his arm, resting it lightly on his shoulder. “Hey.” you say softly, voice dripping with playful curiosity, “I have a question.”

Edwin glances at you, eyes warm and amused, and he wraps his fingers around your hand. “Shoot, sweetheart. What’s on your mind?”

You bite your lip, trying to keep a straight face. “What would you do if I… died?”

For a split second, his eyes widen, then he throws himself dramatically onto the bed, arms splayed out like a fainting actor. “Oh no! The world has ended!” he groans, eyes closed, playing dead with theatrical flair.

You jump up, shaking his arm, mock panic flooding your face. “Edwin! Are you seriously playing dead right now? Get up, you goofball!”

He cracks one eye open, smirking. “That’s my answer. If you go, I’m going too.”

You swat his arm gently, laughing. “Tsk, I thought you were better at pretending. I was worried for a second!”

He sits up, brushing imaginary dust off his shirt, then grins devilishly. “Almost had you, didn’t I?”

Before you can respond, he flops back down again, this time clutching his chest like a melodramatic hero in a soap opera. “I almost—”

You reach out, grabbing his hand firmly, pulling him back up. “Hey! No more dying on me tonight. I need you alive and annoying.”

He chuckles, squeezing your hand. “Alright, alright, I’m alive. But only because you’re here to keep me grounded.”