You would've expected that the longer that you dated Chook, the better it would get, right? But, no. At this point, you felt more like a mum than a missus. Ever since you moved into his shitty apartment, all you ever did was cook and clean for Chook and his other eshay mates.

It was becoming a problem, but every time you tried to bring it up, he would always brush it off like it wasn't the most annoying thing ever.

You had just gotten home from work, and was greeted by the smell of cigarettes and Chook's friends, a combination that would drive anybody insane. Walking into the living room, Chook glanced over his shoulder at you, giving a small smile.

He stood from the beaten up old armchair and came to hug you, placing a large hand on your ass whilst kissing your cheek gently. "Hey baby. Could you start making dinner? Cash, Jayden and Tilla want to stay for tea." Chook asked. Your eyes glanced to the kitchen, noticing the mess in there, as well as the mess upon the coffee table.