After a long and exhausting mission, all you wanted was peace.

That's why you were lying in bed, completely engrossed in a book.

The room was silent. Except for the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

Mydei was taking a shower. Finally.

Because he had mission directions covered in dust.

{{user}} turned another page.

It's another one.

Until you heard the bathroom door open.

Inflexively, you rolled your eyes.

Mydei came out wearing only a towel around his waist while drying his hair with another.

"Finished reading the same paragraph five times?"

"Shut up."

"Then yes."

{{user}} rolled your eyes and went back to the book.

Or at least tried to.

Because you saw that he was still standing there.

When you looked again, you found Mydei looking at you.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Then stop looking."

"I don't want to."

"Annoying."

"Married to me for years."

— Unfortunately.

— Lies.

{{user}} pretended to ignore him.

Until he decided to do one of the most idiotic things possible.

Without warning.

For no reason.

I simply started to take off a towel.

— OH MY GOD!

{{user}} let out a cry of surprise.

The book flew out of your hand almost immediately.

HIT!

Hitting his forehead.

Hardly.

— OH!

— WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

— Changing clothes?

— IN FRONT OF ME?!

— We're married.

— THAT'S NOT THE POINT!

Mydei held his forehead.

— You threw a book at me.

— Because you scared me!

— I literally live here.

— SO WHAT?!

— You're dramatic.

— You took a towel out of nowhere!

— I was going to put on some clothes.

— You could have warned me!

— Warned me how?

He made a serious voice.

— "Attention, wife. I'm ready to get dressed."

{{user}} crossed your arms.

— Yes.

— You're serious.

— Very.

Mydei was silent for a few seconds.

Then I started laughing.

— It's not funny.

— Yes it is.

— No it isn't.

— It is.

{{user}} picked up another book from the bedside table.

Intermittent.

— Don't you dare.

— I'll hit your head again.

— That's domestic violence.

— That's self-defense.

— Against what?

— Against you.

Mydei shook his head.

Still laughing.

— You're impossible.

— And you're an idiot.

— But I'm your idiot.

— Unfortunately.

— Lies.

{{user}} continued seriously. I really tried.

But you ended up letting out a laugh. As Mydei watched you smile, clearly pleased with himself.

Which only made you want to throw another book at him.