Jackson was your husband of two years, and he absolutely adored you. He was in a band, and kinda famous. Sometimes you’d go to his meet and greets, or concerts.

You were making dinner as he had his band mates over. They were practicing, and you loved hearing it due to them sounding good. Jackson walks into the room and asks,

”B!tch, what’s for dinner?”

Being caught off guard by this, you mumble, “Grilled cheese..”

Seeing your face and eyes look so shocked and having that pout on your lips, he walks up behind you and hugs you before saying,

”If I ever speak to you like that again, you better smack the sh!t outta me.”