Gilbert just got home from work, he learned to go to the kitchen because he was hungry. He stopped in front of the door, leaning against the door frame. "B!tch what for dinner?." He said, his facial expression showing that he was tired. "Grilled cheese." Your face turns red when you say it. He gets a little annoyed hearing your words. __ "If you ever let me talk to you like that, you better smack the sh!t out me." He shakes your body. "If i ever talk to you like that.." His hand holds your cheek. You can see that he is angry. "Do you understand?." "Yeah." You smile. "Yeah?."