Laundry And A Little Argument

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"No, no, not now", I moan.
"Nikki are you ok? Are the babies coming?" Brandon screams.
"It's only month two, calm down, I'm not giving birth yet", I roll my eyes "I just feel very sick again".
Brandon gives me a little smile and pulls me into a hug.
I haven't been feeling well lately but today I feel especially bad.
My stomach hurts and I feel like throwing up. "Go and rest", Brandon says. "No, I have to do some stuff".
"Like what?"
"Like laundry".
"No".
"But I have to do it".
"No you don't".
"Yeah I do".
"Nikki".
"What?"
"Stop arguing".
"Let me do the laundry then".
"No".
"Fine then, you can do the laundry, but I vaccum".
"No".
"Yes".
"Nikki, go lie down".
"No".
"But your sick".
"I know".
"If you know then go lie down".
"No".
"Why?"
"Because I have to clean the house".
So in the end, Brandon ended up picking me up bridal style and putting me on our bed.
"Lie down".
"Nope".
"Stop acting like a child".
"Let me tidy the house".
"No".
So I ran downstairs into the kitchen with Brandon chasing me. Unfortunately, since I wasn't feeling well, he caught my hand and pulled me onto the couch.
"Why are you making this so difficult?"
"Because my husband won't let me clean the house and do the laundry".
"Because you are too sick to do it".
"I'm still doing it".
"No your not".
"Yes- I was cut of be Brandon pulling me closer and kissing me.
I quickly let go and say "I will do it". He just sighs and rolls his eyes. "I win", I tease and then clutch my stomach in pain. Brandon picks me up bridal style again and kisses my nose. "No, I do". I just sigh in defeat as he puts me down on our bed. "Fine", I say, pretending to be angry.
"You're cute when you pretend to be angry".
"Your cute when you try to force me to go to bed like I'm a little baby".
"You are my little baby".
"Nope".
"What are you then?"
"Your wife".
"Do you love me... wife".
"Well I married you because I love you".
"Good to know".
"Were you doubting that I love you? "
"Nah, I just love when you say that you love me".
"Can you bring me some tea?"
"Sure".
So now, here I am, sick in bed, drinking tea while Brandon does the laundry. I love that guy.

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