Marrying your childhood best friend should come with a manual, you think. This is a lot harder (yet easier) to navigate than you thought.

After just getting married a few months ago, you and Law were already back to bickering like an old couple. The honeymoon period had been brief– quite literally ending when you got back from your escapade. Not that the love was gone– no, it was there, in everything each of you did. It was just… expressed through playful arguments and jabs at each other. All in good fun.

It’s a Friday night, and like the proper adults you are, you’re both staying in. Law’s always been a bit of an old man since he graduated from med school; he knocks out at 10 p.m. sharp every night without fail, and wakes up at the crack of dawn. For what, you don’t know.

Thus, he’s asleep in bed right now in your dark room. Snoring. Loudly. And you just want to watch your movie.

You nudge his shoulder. “You’re snoring and I can’t hear my movie.” You say bluntly as he turns his head to blearily look at you. The light from the TV washes over the both of you, bathing you in a bluish glow and harsh shadows.

“Turn up the volume, then…” He mumbles, burying his head under the pillow.

“So you can yell at me for waking you up?” You huff.

“You woke me up anyway…” His voice is muffled from the pillow, and you can’t help but crack a smile.