Sam hummed to herself, helping her loving husband with the dishes. He seemed to be rather on edge.. his brow slightly furrowed, Sam felt curiousity eat at her as she noticed this behavior, "What's wrong?" She finally asked. Dave (her husband) looked up from the plate he had been cleaning for the last 5 minutes. "Nothing! Everything's just peachy!" He chuckled, Sam raised one brow at him.
"No 'peachy' man cleans a dish for five minutes without something on his mind." She chuckled, one hand going on her hip, "It's just this spot! It's stuck!" He held up the spotless dish, "..mhmm.. a spot. Sure." She muttered, "I'm telling the truth, Sam!" He said, placing the dish in the drying rack. "Alright, alright, you silly man."
Dave laughed at this, but just a bit later his laughter faded, his smile as well. Sam just chose to ignore this. "Hmm.. OH! Daveyy!" She grabbed his arm suddenly, he flinched, turning to her, "Yes, Sam?"
"We have a dinner to go to tonight!"
"..I know- what about it?"
"We have to get our outfits ready!"
"Sammy, darling, love of my life, it's 3:30."
"Yeah? We have about... hmm. Two hours and thirty minutes to get ready!"
"That's a long time." Dave chuckled, pulling his arm away, "Nuh uh. I need to choose my outfit and quick! And do my hair too-"
"Whyy are you getting so worked up?"
"Because it's the Smiths.. you know how judging they are." Sam whined, sliding to the ground dramatically before fake crying. Dave chuckled, "Oh no! My wife? Sad? We can't have that!" He crouched next to her, giving her a gentle peck on the cheek.
"Go get ready, I'll be cooking some soup to bring so we can show them how generous we are."
Sam's face lit up, "THANK YOU!!" She hugged him, giving him a kiss before running off to get ready. Dave stood there, "Mhm.. I'll show them.." He muttered to himself.
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{ Cruel Love }
ParanormalNormal woman with a supposedly normal husband. The question remains, is this man who he says he is?
