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You rushed around the bedroom as your husband stood at the doorway, his arms folded. The expression on his face was far from relaxed, and you could tell, so you preferred to avoid his gaze as much as you could, at that point in time.

It was a little after eight in the morning, and you were running late for somewhat of a breakfast date with your mother-in-law.

Michael was due at the studio as well, and he had promised to drop you at the restaurant the night before, something he had only been too happy to do - but that was before you had woken up late.

When you glanced at your husband, the stern expression was nowhere near familiar to the soft smile that everyone knew Michael Jackson for, but it was something you were used to. Being married to him meant that you got to see all of him, and the blatant expression he wore when he was annoyed was included.

Since Michael wasn't going to let you drive on your own, he had insisted that he wait for you to get ready, even though he was running late for his recording session.

You'd tried to get him to leave on his own, but he was stubborn, and if he wanted to wait for you, he was going to do just that, all whilst remaining annoyed.

"How much longer, (Y/N)?" he sighed, staring at you as you hurriedly fastened your hair into a low bun. "We're already twenty minutes late,"

"I'm nearly done," you breathed. "I've called the restaurant. Mom's there, and she knows I'm running late," you carefully secured your delicate earrings.

"Does she know that it's because you messed up the time you were supposed to set on your alarm clock?" he raised an eyebrow. "And that she's not the only one that has to wait because of it?"

Your eyes shot to Michael as you applied a bit of your sweet perfume on your wrists. "I told you that you didn't have to drive me to the restaurant,"

"And I said that I would drive you, but that doesn't mean I'm delighted about the delay," he rolled his eyes.

"Why do you do that?" you huffed, finally grabbing your purse, which had been resting on the bed. "If you're going to be upset the whole way, why do you insist on driving me there?" you rushed to follow him as he turned to leave, sensing that you were now ready to go.

"Consider it payback, in some way," he snickered, fiddling with the car keys as he led the way out. "Apparently when I married my wonderful wife, I also married a lifelong delay button," he glanced back at you.

Half of him looked like he was joking, but there was a part of him that didn't look like he was joking. However, you knew that he was just in a bad mood, that morning - he had been rather grumpy from the moment he'd awoken.

It was just one of those days, apparently.

"You don't need to be such a grouch, you know," you scoffed, simultaneously rummaging through your purse to make sure that you had everything you needed. "It's such a bright, beautiful day - why can't you match that energy?"

"If I wasn't married to a delay button, maybe I'd be able to," he shot back as he reached the car.

"And if I wasn't married to a depression button, I might be able to meet your mother with a brighter smile when I see her," you rolled your eyes as he unlocked the car.