You and your husband, Jaxx we’re laying in bed, he was on his phone texting someone.

“Love?” You turned your head to him.

“Hm?” He looks at you.

“Would you remarry if I died?” You asked.

“Why would I? Unless you want me to..” Jaxx rolled over spooning you.

“If you did would you replace my pictures with hers?” You asked.

“I mean wouldn’t that make logical sense?” He mutters.

“Would you go golfing with her the way we did?” You asked.

“I mean, yeah..” He responded

“Will you let her use my clubs?” You asked.

“No, because she’s left handed—Wait…Oh shit-“ he sat up quickly. It seems he already chose who we would remarry.