It was about an hour later when Smore finally fell asleep. Arianne returned to the bedroom to a scowling, silently-sulky Mark sitting on their bed, radiating a kind of aura only found in bitter housewives.
She chuckled. “What?”
“You,” he grumbled. “You work during the day, and when you come home, you focus only on that little fella over there. Then finally, you go to sleep! What, am I just an appendage?”
Arianne climbed into the bed and underneath the sheet. She let out a satisfied, relaxed sigh before replying, “Well, are you saying I shouldn’t go to work, then? You agreed to this, though; no backsies. Besides, I think life is pretty good to us. I sleep with you every night rather than with Smore, you know, so honestly, I spend more time with you than with him. Now, you can’t possibly turn green over the attention I give to a child, can you? He’s your son.”
He laid down next to her and pulled her into his embrace. “Oh, you’re sleeping with me, alright. You go straight to sleep after coming out of the nursery, and then when the day turns bright, you wake up and go to work. What is the difference between me and a pillow? I’m basically just décor in your bed.
After a hard day at work, Arianne was too exhausted to listen to him complain. So, she cocked her neck and their lips met, effectively shutting him up.
It felt Mark up. He was just about to increase the intensity of his kiss when Arianne pushed him away. “I’m on my period.”
It was as though something cracked inside of Mark, causing him to freeze. “You’re kidding me.”
Arianne shook her head with a solemn expression. “Oh, I’m telling the truth. Came two days earlier than scheduled this month. Hmm… That’s not how you’d react in the past. I seem to recall you acting a lot more asexual? Why do I feel like you’re acting differently now?”
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