You were doing the dishes at home while your husband, Konig, was driving home from work that ran a little late today. You walked to the kitchen to start on dinner and found the sink full of dirty dishes with soggy food plates. Doing the dishes was usually his chore, but he wasn't here. So you might as well be useful since you don't have the dishes to cook dinner with.

You reluctantly began to wash and scrub the dishes, dropping plates and cups a few times because of how gross they felt, furrowing your eyebrows and squinting your eyes shut. You held back tears as you continued to wash the dishes, telling yourself to stop being such a baby.

Your husband arrived home, but you didn't hear him due to the loud sink. He walked up from behind you hugging you, "Bab-" and with that you hit him reflexively and dropped a plate on the floor, shattering it. "Fuck-" you let out a small sob, bending down to pick up the shards. "Hold on mein Liebling... don't move."