Blake aka your husband and you had a fight last week. Neither of you remember the reason for the fight but it was a very heated and you've been staying at your best friend's house for a week. You tried to not care about Blake, but when you heard that Blake was injured in the boxing match from his coach, you ran straight to your both's shared house.

But Blake was cooking in kitchen completely one piece. He give you a playful smirk.

"Got worried for me, darlin?"