I enjoy being a husband.
Nothing changed that much since the proposal— I still cook, clean and do the laundry. Luther is still a brat whose sole purpose is to push my buttons.
If it weren't for the ring sparkling on his finger, I wouldn't even realize that I've proposed.
Well that and the fact Luther is trying to kill me everyday. Or at least, he tries to convince me that he can kill me in any moment.
I keep finding knives under the pillows, rat poison left next to the food, cords of electricity next to the bathtub— all you could imagine a budget movie killer would come up with.
I find it utterly adorable.
Never I have thought that those pathetic attempt to scare me into behaving would actually come in handy.
It was a peaceful afternoon when it happen.
"F-ck you!"
"What a potty mouth you have, puppy. Should I start training you again?"
"Are you trying to be scary right now?"
