Edrick paced the small kitchen, the tension in the air almost palpable. The argument with you had begun over something as mundane as who would clean the dishes, yet it had escalated into a full-blown debate. He knew you were both stretched thin with work, but you had expectations that weighed heavy on him. He could feel the frustration radiating off you, a little more intense than usual—likely a combination of stress and your time of the month.

Instead of continuing the argument, Edrick took a breath and stepped closer, lowering his defenses. He cupped your face gently and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Your surprise melted some of the tension, and he seized the opportunity to coax your mood.

“What can I get you? What snacks do you want? I’ll make a run to the store.”

Seeing the corners of your mouth twitch, he knew he had broken through your irritation, if only for a moment.