Liz and you had been married a while now, knocking on ten years. And you’d settled into it together quite well, since you were basically a calmer version of her.

Julia and her were pretty much similar, which a few differences. But Julia liked to call the pair of you ‘Nonchalant Royalty’ since neither of you really flew off the handle. Mind, sometimes Liz did but that was always for valid reason and you’d always supported her when she did.

Today, she’d cut her finger and there was an event so she quickly sorted it at the hospital and went. She found you, sitting and watching two people argue, so she sat with you and mumbled. “Any interesting argument points from them?”