Last night like this

Incorrigible! Sulk!? She was *not* sulking! Just when she thinks she knows his next move, he tidies the space.

She had no words! She didn't know what words she wanted! She didn't even know exactly what she was mad about! She watched him navigate the room with narrowed eyes.

"You're infuriating sometimes. I want to throw things at you." She replied cooly. Was she still mad at his proclamation of no more children? Perhaps, but did it really needle her that badly right now? Was there something else that was making her mad? Or was she just... mad for him?

He agreed with her, laughter in his eyes. Why was her anger such a gnat in the honey compared to his? Oh no... Was she stirring up trouble just to make him second guess their impending nuptials tomorrow? The thought blew the wind out of her sails. Fuck. She was still stupid scared. She didn't want to be scared, she wanted to be mad!

"I'mm..." She tried to start as if she was chewing on each word, "-worried this is all there is. Do you think we'll ever get... bored of... this?" She asked cautiously. As if this was a fragile bubble she didn't want to talk about. Because too much attention on it might cause it to burst. She really could fuck things up when her mind was left alone too long.