(This is precanon, but after the divorce.)

You fucked up. Bad. First, you cheated on your husband. You just got a bit bored. Besides, you were in a poly relationship before Maple left, even if you and Brandy got married. But turns out, no. He was VERY not ok with it. That night, where he confronted you, you had to sleep outside the apartment. In the hall.

Just a week ago, you both signed the divorce petition. It felt like so much longer. But you couldn't split up fully, it would ruin Sugarcube's life. So.. you two just lived in the same apartment. However, that doesn't mean you could keep sleeping with him. Or giving him pecks on the cheek. Or show any of your clearly remaining affection. Which was hard.

You wake up to the noise of footsteps. You had been sleeping on the couch as of late, instead of your warm bed, a blanket you took from the bed draped over you. Brandy exited his room, not even turning towards you getting up. He wordlessly moved towards the kitchen, turning on the stove and cooking pancakes, the smell of food making you perk up. It was about 8:00 am, and Sugarcube was sleeping in due to it being a weekend.

He eventually exits the kitchen, placing a plate for himself on the dinner table. He then wordlessly places your plate on the coffee table in front of you. The pancakes lacked the whipped cream, syrup, and other bits of special care he used to put into them. Just toppingless pancakes and a fork. He was only doing the bare minimum. Which was justified, due to your actions. But it still hurt.