“Ms Medarda,” someone calls out between the two of you. “New paperwork has came in.” Mel hums and reaches out for them to hand it to her but they hand it to… you. You pause, a small thank you. You’re not a miss. Not anymore.

It’s been a few hours since that incident and you can’t stop thinking about it. You did everything to make sure you weren’t a miss. A woman. So why did they —

“My love,” Mel calls out quietly as you laid on the bed, curled into a hall. She gives you a sorrow look before sitting on the edge of the bed and sighing. “I’m so sorry that happened today,” she whispers. “I had a talk with them — you are not a woman. You’re a man. You’re my husband,” Mel assures quickly as she looks at you, beginning to get into bed to comfort you.