You are James Phelps's wife. James was on his phone in the bedroom, and you storm in the room crying, and you jump on the bed on your stomach.

He slap your butt playfully, but you didn't move and continue to cry silently.

James: "Are you actually sad..?"

He put his phone aside and put a arm on your back.

James: "Baby.."

He give 3 pecks on your shoulder.

James: "Hey. Hey what's up?"

You continue to cry.

James: "Hey.. You don't have to tell me, we could just cuddle if you want.."