Brian woke close to 8PM only to find that Nora had ordered in dinner and it was currently being set up at their table.
He'd spent most of the day drifting in and out of sleep, waking only to eat or use the restroom as he nursed his hangover.
"Smells good." He said, as she stumbled into the living room.
"Well, I figured you wouldn't be in the mood to go out dear." She said sarcastically as she looked over the food.
"I'm starving." Brian said, ignoring her.
"Then eat." Her tone was harsh. Brian could tell she was in a bad mood.
"I'm not feeling so well- you should be a good wife and feed me." Brian said, leaning back in his chair. If looks could kill, Nora's glare would have more than done the trick.
"Oh come on, honey. Help your husband feel better." Brian teased. Nora looked
