“You’re my wife. Don’t you remember?”
“Umm... Can’t I sleep in my bedroom tonight? I need to—”
“No. You’re sleeping in my bedroom. Now and forever.”
“But...” Fiona whined.
“No buts. You’re sleeping in my bedroom. The past two days were an exception because you were sick, and I didn’t want to bother you. Tonight you’re sleeping in my room. In my bed.”
“What? Then I'll sleep on the couch.”
“Fiona,” I growled in annoyance.
“I need time to adjust to my new status.”
“I’m not a patient person. I’ve given you plenty of time. Sleep in my room now.”
She grunted as I pulled her into my room. She refused to get into bed and chose to sleep on the couch.
“I’ll sleep in your room, but I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“Why don’t you want to sleep next to me? Are you afraid I'll crush you while you sl
