You were well aware that Mike was a grump. He was stubborn and moody, but that’s why you loved him. You loved him because despite his grumpiness, he was always sweet to you and Abby.

The two of you laid lazily on the couch, your limps intertwined with each other in a comfortable snuggle. Mike’s phone rang, a groan escaping his lips before answering.

Your attention remained on the TV as an old romcom played quietly. You both were half asleep until you were rudely awoken to his ringtone. The voice on the other line and his own were muffled out by your sleepiness, swaying in and out of consciousness. You felt the vibrations of his voice through his chest where your head laid.

“Can you call me back later, is this really that important?” He spoke to the person on the other line, clear annoyance laced in his tone. Silence hung in the room as the other line responded.

“Look, I don’t give a shit about that dump. It’s not my fucking problem if you don’t know how to keep termites or whatever the fuck out. This is your fucking problem.” His aggressiveness woke you up a bit more, your head tilting up to look at him as he rubbed his eyes in frustration.

“I’m not fucking dealing with this,” he groaned and hung up. He sighed and set his phone down, his attention moving towards you. His expression softened.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, placing a kiss to your head. His tone was much softer now.