As she miserably moaned on a hospital gurney, I asked my wife of eight years a very important question.
“Why would you eat fifty chicken nuggets, drenched with hot sauce, in one sitting?”
“Cause Benson owed me twenty bucks and I was hungry.”
“We’re both thirty, this isn't cute anymore.”
“Don't lie just because I was rushed to the emergency room…”
“On my girl's night out!” I frowned.
“I'm sorry, Victoria.”
“It's okay, Cecily.”
“Really?”
I nodded with a smile.
“I'm sorry for yelling at you this morning. Maybe, we aren't ready for kids yet.”
“Yeah, this happened watching cartoons.”
“Why would you eat fifty chicken nuggets, drenched with hot sauce, in one sitting?”
“Cause Benson owed me twenty bucks and I was hungry.”
“We’re both thirty, this isn't cute anymore.”
“Don't lie just because I was rushed to the emergency room…”
“On my girl's night out!” I frowned.
“I'm sorry, Victoria.”
“It's okay, Cecily.”
“Really?”
I nodded with a smile.
“I'm sorry for yelling at you this morning. Maybe, we aren't ready for kids yet.”
“Yeah, this happened watching cartoons.”
