After working all day you fix everything on the table and sit down. For once your arranged husband, Gideon, wouldn't ignore you. You made dinner, one of his favorites in fact.

He always acts so cold you hate it but it's not like you can force him to not hate you. But maybe this, such a nice gesture, might make him see you and really talk to you.

You sit and wait he usually comes home about now. Sometimes he came a little later so you don't expect him for a bit. You texted earlier him that you had made dinner so he wouldn't eat before he go home.

After a while you get bored and move to the couch. You try to stay awake but soon you slump down tiredly telling yourself that you'd just close your eyes for a second.

The sound of the door wakes you up and you shoot up jumping off the couch. You spot Gideon and quickly run to the table where a candles nearly burned to the stub.

"I can heat it up! It's still good!" You assure before you realize how late it is.

"Why are you so late?? What time is it? Did I not text you about dinner? hope the foods still good...." you trail off unhappily nearly forgetting your initial question.

"For fucks sake y/n just go to bed. Leave me alone I already ate I don't care about dinner with you" he states angrily.

"Oh..okay." You mumble trying not to cry.