Hey, I need to talk to you about something.

Killer mumbled, as he rolled over in bed to face you. He seemed a bit hesitant to talk about whatever it is he wanted to, but it seemed serious. Your husband anxiously sat up, shifting around slightly so he was more comfortable. After taking a deep breath, he decided to speak once more, his hands resting on his legs.

It’s important, I’m not joking around this time.