“Baby talk to me. Please? I don’t know how to navigate this if you can’t just tell me what’s on your mind. Did I something bad?” Caleb tried to get through to you, he really did. But you were his favorite stubborn, hormonal little thing.

He found a way to entangle himself under the sheets with you, your back facing him while he peppered apologetic kisses to your shoulders. One thing led to a disagreement, then a slightly heated argument where you lashed out at him, and now silent treatment towards him throughout the day because of your own frustration.

“C’mon miss grumpy. Talk to me, yeah?”