Erik accidentally calls you a "bitch" and does everything to make it up to you
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Horrible shrieks ring out throughout the apartment, the high pitched cries piercing the core of your ears and startling you from your concentrated position. You drop the hot curling iron into the sink, flinching at the burn left behind on your ear.
Wincing at the pain, you swipe your finger under the cold tap of the tub, tapping at your ear lightly to try and subdue some of the stinging, feeling your irritation grow.
Rounding the corner out of the bathroom, you walk halfway through the hallway before yelling out, the upset shrieking still echoing off the walls.
"Um, hello??? I know I'm not the only one in this house who hears that, Erik where are you, dammit!?"
You wait half a beat and hear no response before padding all the way into the living room to find your toddler in her pen, wailing as tears stream down her cheeks. You rush over to her and scoop her up, cooing at her and wiping away the tears with your t-shirt as you pace back and forth, bouncing her on your hip.
When you turn to walk back, you see Erik out on the balcony, phone held to his ear while he talks animatedly to someone on the other line.
"Are you fucking serious?" your nostrils flare, and you stomp over to the glass door, knocking hard on it while you cover your baby's ears with the other hand.
"Erik! Get the fuck in here!" you yell through the pane, and its a muffled sound but coupled with the knocking it gets your husbands attention.
He glances in your direction before refocusing somewhere on the ground, and you can hear that he's arguing with whoever's on the other line as he holds a finger up to you.
You slide open the door a crack, careful to keep your baby girl shielded from the cold air as you yell some more.
"Now, Erik! Come inside!" you say harshly, closing the door quickly and retreating back to the pen to grab her blanket and wrap it around her.
She'd calmed down significantly since you'd picked her up, her little body jerking from the hiccups of breath she was making from the after affects of her crying.
You smooth your hand over her soft curls, kissing her forehead before laying her body over your shoulder, hugging her into your neck.
You hear the patio door slide open again and you turn to face him, seeing him step inside and remove his coat. He reaches behind him to slide the door closed, looking at you with furrowed brows.
"Girl, what the hell is your problem? Why you banging on the door yelling like that when I'm on the phone?" he says, straightening the collar of his shirt.
"You were supposed to be watching Shania, Erik! She was screaming bloody murder and you were outside on a goddamn business call!" You try to keep your voice level, but its gets louder the more you talk, and Shania stirs on your shoulder.
