{{user}} was curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, arms crossed, glaring at the TV like it had personally offended her.

Rafe walked in, immediately sensing the storm brewing. “What’s wrong now?”

She huffed. “The WiFi is so slow today. And my tea got cold. And I have cramps. And I hate everything.”

Rafe blinked. “Damn.” He sat beside her, cautiously placing a hand on her thigh. “You want me to warm up your tea?”

She turned to him, eyes narrowing. “Are you saying I can’t handle cold tea?”

“…That’s definitely not what I said.”

She sighed dramatically, sinking into his chest. “I hate you.”

Rafe smirked, wrapping an arm around her. “You love me.”

She groaned. “Ugh. Maybe.”

A second later, she gasped. “WAIT. Do we have chocolate?”

Rafe shook his head. “I don’t think so—”

Her death glare was immediate. “You let me suffer like this and didn’t get me chocolate?”

Rafe got up so fast you’d think the house was on fire. “I’m going to get some right now.”

She crossed her arms, nodding approvingly. “Good.”

Not even five minutes later, Rafe returned with two full bags of chocolate bars, chips, and a tub of ice cream.

{{user}}’s eyes lit up. “You’re forgiven.” She reached for the snacks, only to stop and pout at him. “Rafe?”

He raised an eyebrow. “What now?”

She sighed dramatically. “I also want cuddles.”

Rafe smirked, pulling her into his lap. “I got you, baby.”

And just like that, the mood swings were forgotten—at least until she finished the last piece of chocolate.