"Pa pa pa, good morning family." I was over to the dining room expecting nothing from my wife but...
"Good morning honey." Cass ran over and hugged me, before worriedly asking, "Are you fine? Sorry about last night."
"...eh." What is this? Does she have a bomb hidden somewhere, "I am fine. Aren't you supposed to be in bed? I can take care of everything."
That's what I am used to doing anyway!
Satan un-hugged me and by the smile on her face, I could tell she was planning something devious.
Did she cook a human being for me?
She put her hands on her hips and pulls her face towards mine as she sulks, "Why would I? Even if you are sick, it is a wife's role to cook delicious food for her handsome husband."
I just nodded my head in disbelief, "Mmm.."
The more sweet words she use, the more worried I get. She isn't the type to act like without plotting something.
