The Spider and the Fly ✔

~HouseWife~

[Aesthetic boxes shall come soon]

 It was David's bedtime. He was fed and changed (by Mick of course), and was kissed goodnight before getting sent to bed. He was set down into his crib, and almost immediately after getting set down, he fell asleep. David was one tired baby boy. 

 Mick and Blizzy then got ready for bed too, also being quite tired. They both went under the sheets together, not even touching each other. It was funny how things changed over time. Mick and Blizzy always used to snuggle up with each other, but now Mick didn't even want to touch Blizzy with his foot. He just wanted her gone. The only real reasons as to why he kept her around, is so that she could take care of the house, and David. Mick didn't want to look bad by breaking up with the woman who had his child. That would bring negative attention to Mick.

 Blizzy, on the other hand, still loved Mick just as much as she did before. But she was confused as to why Mick suddenly started ignoring her and not feeling up to anything. It was like the energy was drained from Mick whenever he had to talk or do anything with Blizzy. It made Blizzy quit sad, for she could see the end of the relationship near, but at least Mick still cared about David. That was one of the few things that mattered to Blizzy at the moment. 

"Hey, Mick?" Blizzy finally broke through the silence, gaining enough courage to confront Mick about his smoking habits. 

"Yes?" Mick said in a tired voice. "Wot do you want?"

"I would like to talk to you about something."

Mick smiled. Was Blizzy FINALLY going to break up with him? "Yes. Do go on."

"It's about David... And smoking." 

Mick's hope for a break up completely shattered. He was now in a grumpy 'I don't care' sort of mood. "Ok?"

"I read this pamphlet from 'The American Cancer Society" that had plenty of facts about smoking! And none of the facts were good facts!" Blizzy continued. "I read that smoking is super dangerous. It destroys your lungs, messes up your vocal chords, makes you look older faster, and causes cancer. All of that is not good. And I don't want any of these side effects getting to you."

 "So wot? That's all nonsense. Everyone, literally everyone has been smoking for as long as anyone can remember. Doctors even do it too!" Mick exclaimed. "I've been smoking for a while now. Nothing bad has happened to me. I'll be fine." Mick wondered where this anti smoking streak came from. Blizzy had always put up with his smoking before. Why was it suddenly an issue? Maybe Blizzy was a loony or something. 

"Well, it could happen to you in the near future!" Blizzy didn't think this was going too well. It wasn't convincing enough. Maybe if she pulled out the David card, maybe it could convince Mick to stop smoking? "If David is exposed to all of this smoke at a young age, his lungs could be ruined forever. He could develop asthma, and all sorts of other diseases! Especially considering how small and weak he is at the moment. We don't want him to die young... Do we?" 

Mick thought long and hard for a moment. He didn't want David to suffer, but then again would all of this bad stuff REALLY happen to David? Probably not. "Your facts are all rubbish." 

"I don't care what you think quite frankly. I just want OUR son to be safe and healthy!" Blizzy was determined to have Mick stop smoking. "For your sake, and all of our sakes, please don't smoke in our house. And please don't smoke often..." 

"MY house," Mick corrected. "this is my house. Not yours. Not David's. It's mine. And I can do whatever the hell I want in here. Your opinion doesn't matter a single bit." 

Blizzy paused for a moment, thinking of her next moves. She didn't plan on Mick getting THIS touchy. But then again she should've known better. "Don't you care about everyone else's health in this house?" 

"Actually, I do. And if smoking was actually bad for me and everyone else, then I wouldn't do it." 

"Well, it IS bad! It's been proven by doctors AND scientists!" Blizzy's voice raised a few levels. 

"And those same doctors and scientists smoke." Mick shot back.

"That's just propaganda! That doesn't mean you should continue smoking around the house and around David!" 

"... Blizzy?" Mick started, in a cool, calm, and collected voice. 

"Yes?" Blizzy furrowed her eyebrows and glared at Mick, not trusting this new wave of calmness. 

"This is my house. You don't have a say in here. You can argue all you want, but you aren't changing anything. After all, you're just a petty little housewife." Mick didn't realize that saying this would drive Blizzy absolutely bonkers. 

"..." Blizzy gave Mick her version of the death glare which was more laughable than anything. Blizzy was quite pissed off at this. 

"Wot?" Mick wasn't oblivious to Blizzy's rage. He knew he'd struck a nerve, and that may help him to get her to shut up in the near future. Or to win future arguments. 

"I'm not your housewife!" Blizzy yelled, quite loudly, in Mick's face.

"But you are." 

"HOW!?" 

A small smile crept across Mick's face. He knew exactly what to say. "For starters, you don't have a job. You stay home all day and take care of your son. Housewives have children, just like you do. They stay home and clean. You clean too. They also cook the meals, just like you do. They keep the household running smoothly which is something you admittedly aren't good at doing." Mick continued, fueled by Blizzy's beat red face. "You're a housewife, just not a very good one." 

"Ahem! I was raised to do this stuff! Just like almost any other girl! I mean, somebody's gotta take care of you and your ungrateful self! Be thankful that I stepped in to help you out!" 

"You willingly got with me. You also were completely willing to have a child with me," Mick pointed out. "But I am not ungrateful. YOU are. I pay for the food, the electricity, the telephone bill and the television bill, water, necessities, stuff for David... I pay for EVERYTHING. And you don't ever thank me. Hell, I could easily kick you and David out of here, but I haven't."

"Erm..." Blizzy shuffled around uncomfortably. "Fine. Whatever. But since I'm not your wife, you can't call me your housewife."

"You still act almost exactly like one." Mick then paused. "Maybe if you were a tad bit more submissive that'd do the trick? Yes. It would. That's something that you could potentially work on being. Submissive."

Blizzy wanted to argue against that, but she was tired, and delving deeper into an argument wouldn't do her any good. So she just shut her mouth, got out of bed, took a pillow and blanket with her, and walked over the couch in the living room. 

Mick was taken by surprised. He thought that Blizzy would further continue this argument, and that she'd stick around. Instead she just slept somewhere else. Oh well. More room on the bed for Mick.

And just as Mick was getting comfortable, wailing from a certain little someone could be heard. Mick knew that Blizzy wouldn't do anything to comfort little David, so he got up to go scope things out. 

Tonight might've been a bit messy, but this was only the first major argument which set off a whole slew of arguments and fights. This relationship wasn't looking too good. As each day drew to a close, their relationship followed suit. Surprisingly no one chose to end it yet...