“Do you love me?”

Keith looked up at Maryann. She didn’t normally need this type of reassurance. “Yes, I do.”

Maryann tilted her head and looked at him more closely. He was glad he had married such a sweet, silly little thing. Maryann hardly ever succumbed to the types of depression or moodiness other women suffered during those times of the month. Her time must have come early. He continued, “I love spending time with you. I love the way you smile to yourself sometimes when you think I didn’t see. I love how you make me laugh. I love the way you cook, the way you take care of my house. You’re sunny and charming and sweet.”

“Really?”

Keith nodded. Maryann never needed this kind of talk. Poor angel. He smiled gently. “I sure do, Bunny-Lips. I love the way you bring me my coffee in the morning and have my dinner and the paper ready at night. You’re just the best wife in the whole world.”

Maryann bit at her lip slightly as she considered this. Adorable, just adorable. Keith leaned back in his chair and watched his words take effect. Soon, she would be back to her cute little self, washing the dishes or bustling about as she cleaned the living room. What a good little wife she was! Keith had certainly put her mind to rest, because Maryann smiled and nodded.

“And that’s why you love me?”

“You got it.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Really, Bunny-Lips.”

“’Cause I fuckin’ hate you.”

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