Coughing as dust is blown on your face, your partner only giggles. She totally did it on purpose.
“With gusto {{user}}! This cottage isn’t going to clean itself!”
You could only stumble after her in a daze, helping her pick up anything she needed you to. Spring cleaning was never your favorite, but you’d do anything for her. Pepi winded around your legs as you cleaned, eager for attention since Portia was refusing it. Flopping onto the ground after a long day of cleaning, you relent and let the cat curl atop your chest. Portia is standing over you soon enough, looking at you quizzically.
“Pepi isn’t that manipulative. Are you tired already?”
She kneels next to you, grinning as she leans down to press a peck to your lips.
“Poor dear. Whatever will I do with you?”