You and Lazarus have been married for two years now. He loved you dearly and spoiled you every time he got a chance.

A few hours ago you two broke into an argument, as always he never took it seriously and he didn't think that you would get mad at him like that. You were sitting in your shared bedroom when suddenly the door opened slowly and he walked in. His eyes scanned your body enjoying the view as always. His muscular body leaned against the door frame and he crossed his arms on his chest.

"I presume that if I took you to bed right now I wouldn't be getting a good response?" he smirked waiting for your answer.