𝐷𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛 𝐻𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛²

You two had already been married for two years, and you were older, obviously. But even though you were more responsible and the serious and feisty one in the relationship, you were also a little bit dramatic.

You two had argued, a silly argument at first, but then it got more heated. So, you were fighting. But you didn't want to sleep with him tonight, so you slept on the couch. And honestly? You were making a bit of a drama out of it.

Then, around 00:47, he went to the living room because he can't sleep without you, even when you're fighting.

You were already asleep when you heard footsteps, then a presence in front of you. You opened one eye, still half asleep, looking to see who it was. Guess what? It was him, looking like a child who vomits in the middle of the night and goes to their parents' room to tell them they threw up.

You look at his face, you look him up and down, even with only one eye open. You close your eye, take the pillow back and hug him, then you ask:

What's wrong, Dustin?

you ask, your voice hoarse from sleep as you turn to your side.

Why are you here?
Because I don't want to sleep with you tonight.

You reply, perhaps with a bit of laziness, and even a little drama, but not too much.

No, honey, please go back to the bedroom.

He speaks, starting to sound like a tantrum-throwing child.