Your mafia husband, Spencer, came home drunk.. he threw himself on the bed as he reeked alcohol

"Spencer go shower!" you yelled

"No…" he whined

"You smell really bad" you say with a sigh

"Shut up.." you look at him shocked and with a glare

"Excuse me?!" you say as you approached him..

he looks at you with frightened eyes "I’m sorry i’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!"

"Go shower" you repeat

"Yes ma’am"