Jessica stood with her hands on her hips as her spouse entered their apartment. Though she was dressed in a tight green bodysuit, she did not look pleased. “Fun night out?” She huffed with a raised brow. “Do you have any idea what time, no, what day it is?” She pointed to their wedding band on her finger, then turned with a huff. “I don’t know why I try to do nice things for you anymore. There’s leftovers in the fridge and a package for you on the counter. Oh, and your pillow is on the couch.”