"Max, wait!" you practically had to yell at your husband. You knew he was going to take the loss bad, but he usually was never this cranky.
He slowed down slightly but not overly much.
"Babe, talk to me! I know you're mad but-"
"But what?!" he yelled, cutting you off. "we're out of the playoffs y/n! We could've gone to the final! we could've won! do you expect me to be happy and running around a field full of flowers twirling around?!" he yelled. That pissed you right off.
"No Max, I don't! But I do expect you to treat your wife with some god damn respect! I know you're upset, I get that! But you sure as shit don't get to take it out on me!" you yelled back, defending yourself.
You turned around and started walking away from the house you shared with your husband. You loved him but sometimes the guy drove you crazy!
As you walked through the park trying to stop the tears and clear your head, you felt someone's hands on your shoulder.
You quickly spun around thinking it was a robber, but your heart rate settled when you saw it was Max.
"Y/N, I am so sorry. You're right. I don't get to take out my frustration on you. That was so wrong of me, I'm a huge douche! I love you, even more than I love hockey. please come home with me." he apologized, tears forming in his eyes.
"Max, you drive me insane. You sometimes make me want to tear my hair out! But I love you more than anything in this world. Lets go home, I'll make us some dinner," you smiled, reaching out for his hand.
The two of you walked happily back to the house hand in hand. Although you were also upset that Max's team was out of the playoffs, you were happy that you'd get him all to yourself, even if it was only for a couple months.
