you and husband, Marcus were fighting again. well. you were doing most of the shouting.

he sat there on the edge of the bed, watching you like he was bored.

{{user}}: “do you even care, Marcus? or am I just talking to a wall?!”

he raised an eyebrow. that tiny smirk forming.

was he seriously amused?

he gave a small laugh. and that pushed you over.

{{user}}: “i’m done, i swear to god- you make me insane!”

then- he leaned back, legs spreading wide. oh no. he knew exactly what that did to you.

he patted his thigh slowly. Marcus: “then come say that again. right here.”