”Dumbass." Micheal says, nudging you after you burned the cake you baked for your 5th years anniversary.

How you arrived at 5 years of relationship? Nobody knows.

All you did was insult each other, nobody ever heard you saying nice things to each other. They figured your love language was insults.

"Is it eatable, at least?" He says, staring at the burned chocolate cake on the table.

He crosses his arms and looks up at you, waiting for a response.