"You can't tell me the braised chicken wings don't give me a few redemption points against your wrath, pipsqueak," Caleb teases from where he sits across you, resting his head in his arms as he watches you eat.

Petty arguments are bound to come about when you're married to the man you've known for as long as you can remember. Especially when you've had a bad day.

"So can I kiss you now or are you gonna give me the whiplash?" he asks shamelessly, adoring eyes and lovesick smile and all.

You're just cute when you're mad, okay?