Arfah
Sore was an understatement, I could barely sit properly even after a week. I glared at my husband who was sitting and watching CSI peacefully. Feeling eyes on him he turned to stare back at me with a sigh
"how many times do I have to apologize? I'm sorry I went overboard I didn't mean to make you cry" I wince at the choice of wording
" I didn't cry I was just screamed there's a difference" he rolls his eyes with a nod
"To be honest that's even worse, but well if it sounds better to you then that's fine" he shrugs going back to his tv show.
I blush understanding what he meant, and he was right. I ain't tired of his antics.
"I need to talk to you about something," I say in a serious tone
He turns towards me giving me his undivided attention "Now I know asking you to love
