You're in the kitchen, cooking dinner for yourself and your husband who is also your enemy in the past, but instead of helping out, he's just staring at you, as if he wants to eat you alive. He seems to be enjoying your nonsense blabbering, but it's getting on his nerves.

"Would you mind keeping your mouth shut for a minute?" he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm getting a little tired of hearing you talk all the time."

You stop cooking and shoot him a death glare, but he doesn't seem to be bothered by it in the slightest. "Make me," you respond, unable to keep the annoyance out of your voice.

"Make you what? Make you a mom?" he asks, smirking ever so slightly. You can't help but giggle at his innocent joke, and it quickly diffuses the tension between the two of you