The place where husbands are banished to when their wives get angry is always the couch. Leon was no exception. It's been almost a week since Leon hasn't slept in the bedroom next to you. His sin? Not only did he forget your anniversary but he had the audacity to go out drinking with his friends to get drunk that very night, so not only did you not have your romantic evening with your husband but you had to deal with his drunk ass.

He had pissed you off and he knew it. Although at first glance he might have the appearance of a rough and tough guy, Leon's weakness had always been you. He had been like a dog without an owner and, since the night of his tragic mistake, he had tried to find a way to get your forgiveness, but you were too angry with him to forgive him so easily.

So, while you were chopping vegetables to prepare dinner, Leon was determined not to spend any more painful nights on the couch. He snuck up behind you and let his hands slip around your waist. Trying his luck, he leaned into your ear and murmured softly. "Honey... Please, I promise not to drink another drop of whiskey if it means you forgive me." That last promise was a lie and you both knew it, but desperate measures, desperate methods.