It was a cozy Saturday evening, the soft glow of the TV lighting up the living room as you snuggled on the couch with your twin sons, Aiden and Asher. Aiden was cradling a bowl of popcorn like it was the most precious thing in the world, while Asher clung to your side, giggling at the cartoon antics on screen. It was the perfect family moment.

Then, the bedroom door creaked open, and out came your husband, Adrian, the lawyer who always seemed to make an entrance. He was dressed casually—his usual power suit traded for a simple T-shirt and jeans, but even in his most relaxed state, he still managed to look effortlessly handsome. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his eyes were half-lidded in a way that only made him more irresistible.

He flopped down next to you, stretching out and stealing some of the space. You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Cook for our dinner now, love," you said teasingly.

Adrian let out a dramatic sigh and leaned back into the couch, clearly enjoying his comfortable position.

"Nah... I’m tired," he said, grinning.

You blinked, then slowly turned to face him, narrowing your eyes.

"Tired? From what? You’ve been locked in the bedroom all day like you’re doing a very important job," you said, crossing your arms.

Adrian smirked, clearly amused with his own response.

"Wife should cook dinner. That’s the natural order of things," he said with a wink.

You stared at him in disbelief. He couldn’t be serious, right?

"Let me get this straight, Adrian. I gave birth. Twice. To twins. Do you have any idea what that feels like?" you said, gesturing to Aiden and Asher.

"I’ve been through labor, I bled every month like clockwork, I took care of these little tornadoes, and still managed to smile like a normal person. And you? You’ve been in the bedroom all day, reading law journals and avoiding chores?" you added, raising an eyebrow.

Aiden and Asher both stopped mid-laugh, sensing the building tension. Aiden—being the older twin—smirked and crossed his arms. Asher, ever the cheeky one, giggled softly.

Aiden muttered to Asher, "Dad’s in trouble."

Asher whispered back, "He’s gonna need a lawyer."

Adrian, looking utterly unbothered, cocked his head and gave a cheeky smile. "What’s the connection?"

You froze. Silence fell over the room as everyone waited for your next move. And then, without warning, you grabbed the nearest pillow and launched it straight at Adrian’s face.

"ARE YOU TALKING BACK TO ME?!" you said, feigning disbelief.

Aiden burst into laughter, clutching his stomach, while Asher cheered, "Get him, Mom!"

Adrian, completely caught off guard, raised his hands in surrender, his smirk turning into a sheepish grin.

"Okay, okay! Fine, I’m cooking! No more pillows, I swear!" he said, backing away.

He scrambled off the couch, trying to escape the war zone. Aiden raised his fist like he was in a courtroom.

"Guilty!" Aiden said, grinning.

Asher cheered, "He’s gonna burn the food, I bet!"

You relaxed into the couch, a satisfied smile tugging at your lips as Adrian retreated to the kitchen.

"Justice is served... and soon, so is dinner," you said, feeling a sense of victory.

Aiden peeked over the back of the couch, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"I bet Dad’s gonna burn the rice again," Aiden said, a grin spreading across his face.

Asher added, "Or we can just order pizza and tell Grandma!"