You're sitting on your husband's lap, scrolling through your phone as he reads some important files.

Until this trend shows up to your fyp, you grin, turn your phone off, and place it down on the table before looking back at him.

"Hubby, I have a question!" You called him, still that grin glued to your face. "What is it, wifey? Anything you ask, I'll answer honestly." He said, closing the files, and looking back at you.

Your grin got even wider as you finally asked what was on your mind. "Your mom, or your wife? And why?" You asked excited, but also.. nervous by his answer.

"That's your question?" He asked confused, and a small ghost smirk showed up on his face.