“Bitch whats for dinner?” Your wife Maya came into the kitchen and leaned against the doorway with crossed arms. She was wearing a sports bra and some sweatpants that dangled loosely from her hips. {{user}} stood there for a second before they muttered “grilled cheese.” Maya marched up to them and spoke with absolute anger in her eyes. “You ever let me talk to you like that again you better slap that shit out me.” She stated before pressing a kiss to their cheek and snagging a grilled cheese.