Vic's POV
I let out a groan and threw a ball of wrapping paper into the fireplace and scowled. I absolutely, totally sucked at wrapping presents. My husband, though, made it look like it was the easiest thing in the world and I hated him for it. I looked at him in disgust. He just had to be so perfect all the damn time.
"What?" He asked innocently.
"I hate you."
"What did I do?"
"You're too perfect," I said, throwing wrapping paper at him.
"I just know how to wrap gifts."
"You don't have to rub it in my face you dick," I exclaimed.
"The twins are going to hear you be mean to me and you're going to get in trouble."
"I am not!"
Alan glared and slapped my arm. "Stop yelling.
"I'm not yelling."
"Just shut up and wrap presents," he said and I scowled and started folding paper over one of the twins' presents. "What are you doing to that poor wrapping paper?"
"I'm just wrapping it!"
"Give that to me."
"No! Just give me the tape!"
"No! That looks like shit Vee."
"Just shut up and give me the tape," I told him.
"Vincent, there's more tape than wrapping paper on that present."
"There is not."
He looked at me and sighed. "Give me that."
"I can do it!"
"No you can't, you suck at this and our kids aren't going to be able to open it."
"No, it's fine!" Alan reached over and tied to take the box I was wrapping. "You try and take this from me and I will take your wedding ring back."
"Don't be rude!"
"I'm not being rude, you're being rude by judging my wrapping. So not everything can be as perfect as you are."
"Well it can be if you let me wrap them!"
"I want to help!" I exclaimed.
"Mama, you're too loud, I'm trying to sleep," Isabella, our daughter, complained as she walked into the room.
"Get out of here! We're wrapping presents!"
"Well Mama is being too loud and woke us up!" Anna exclaimed.
"I'm not being loud," I mumbled.
"Ha!" Alan shouted.
"Shut up Alan."
"Rude!"
"I'm trying to sleep Mommy!" Isabella shouted at him.
"I know, I know I'll stop shouting!"
The twins glared at us before they stomped back to bed and I looked at Alan.
"You got us in trouble," I told him.
"I did not. You did."
"She yelled at you. Bella didn't yell at me," I said and went back to taping up my present.
"Whatever." He scowled and snatched my present away. "You're ruining it."
"I am not."
"You are too. You can write names on them but no more wrapping."
