"Once you're done eating, just leave the dishes in the kitchen. I'll wash them after I finish the laundry!" Carson said, completely unaware that he was holding Miranda's underwear.
As he scrubbed the clothes with soap, he spoke to her without a hint of embarrassment.
Miranda stormed over, snatching her underwear back.
"Have you lost your mind today? You've been overly helpful since you walked in. What are you up to? Just spit it out already!"
"I'm not up to anything. I just want to be nice to you. You're my wife. Isn't that normal?" Carson said, looking genuinely confused.
He knew underwear was personal, and he had hesitated for a moment, thinking it might be inappropriate.
But then he thought Miranda was his wife!
If they could share a bed, washing her clothes shouldn't be a big de
