“And i’m not your damn housewife!!” {{user}} shouted from the kitchen.

Phillip had to stifle a laugh at his husband’s words. He had made a passing comment about how {{user}} was acting like a dutiful housewife, and how amusing it was.

“Sure, sure.. Whatever you say, sugar.” He chuckled as he turned his attention back to the newspaper. This was the life. Early mornings, the smell of bacon wafting through the air and his gorgeous husband. What else could a man want?