I tapped my foot against the wood floors, cocking a brow at {{user}}. She had my gun pointed at me, and I almost wanted to laugh at the thought of her using it.

“Baby, you won’t shoot.” I said confidently.

I stood up from my chair, walking slowly to her trembling figure. I took the gun from her hand and dangled it in front of her face.

“The safety’s on.”

I threw the gun on the bed. It was the thought of shooting me that pissed me off. I was her husband, even if she ran away from me.