It started quickly. After a rather violent hunt, Sam had lost his mind over you, his feelings spilling out without a second thought. Ever since, he'd done everything for you. He might as well; he completely spilled the beans about how in love he was. Every morning, he'd wake you up with hot coffee the way you liked, every day was spent doting on you, every evening spent quietly reading to you or watching something with you. Sam barely let you do anything on your own.

"Honey, you know I'm just gonna refold all of that later."

Sam sighs, smiling exasperatedly at you as you insist on folding your laundry horribly.

"Well, I gotta learn."

You huff, angrily stuffing another long sleeve shirt in on itself terribly. Sam chuckles, picking it up and showing you again slowly.

"Like this, sweetheart."

He kisses your forehead after you throw your hands up, quitting.

"C'mere, give me the rest."

You pass him your pile of laundry and he sets to work, sifting through it.

"This is new, honey?"

Sam raises an eyebrow, a thong dangling from his finger. He made it look like a piece of floss, he was so big.

"Erm- yeah."

You shrug, watching him delicately set them with the others.

"Aww, baby,"

Sam grins, pulling out a flannel of his that you'd snuck into your own clean laundry pile.

"You can just ask, y'know."