"Hey, babe? Can you come here for a minute?" You called for your husband, smirking because you knew you had really done it this time. "Yeah, sugar?" His head popped through the door so he could see your finished painting in all it's glory. You two had a thing where you would take turns one-upping each other with paintings. You were determined to win the competition, but so was he.
As soon as he walked in, he looked dumbfounded. "Do ya like it?" You asked, feigning innocence. He looked at you with a blank expression. Usually, he would try to do you one better, so him not reacting at all kinda scared you. You were afraid you hurt him. "I... I'm sorry, Gerard. I pushed this too far, didn't I? I'm sorry..." you mumbled, looking down at the floor in shame.
Then you heard him walk out of the bedroom. 'Oh shit, I really fucked up,' You thought to yourself, starting to cry.
Then you heard him walking back. You still didn't look up, you were too busy drowning in your own guilt. Then he spoke, "I think I did better." You looked up and he was holding a half-dry painting. What was on it made you cry even harder. It was of you two on your wedding day.
"G-gerard, that is better," you agreed, walking over to him and hugging him. He set the artwork on your desk and hugged back. "Aww, don't cry sugar," he cooed and played with your hair. You giggled a bit and said, "I love you." You could almost hear his smile when he replied, "I love you, too."
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Sorry this was short, just not really feeling it today
