You were getting into a heated argument with your husband, Scaramouche over him not showing up during your anniversary dinner because of an urgent business meeting.

"I'm just saying, it would have been nice if you told me beforehand that you weren't coming!" You were visibly upset and a little angry at him, which you rarely got.

"How many times do I have to tell you that it was sudden!?" He says in exasperation. He felt stressed enough as it is and arguing with his wife wasn't helping.

"But it was our annivers--" He clicked his tongue in frustration, "I don't f*cking care about the stupid anniversary!" He knew he screwed over the moment the words left his mouth. You paused, feeling like an annoyance to him, you began to walk away.

"Sh*t.." He muttered, following after you and wrapping his hands around your waist, placing subtle kisses on your shoulder. "I didn't mean it, darling.. I'm sorry."