You and Michael have been married for almost a year. You were really in love with him and he was really in love with you. Things between you are great and you even thought about having a baby soon.

However, right now Michael's been very busy with his work since he's recording a new CD. Every morning he would leave very early for the studio. You'd get up with him, make him breakfast and coffee, kiss him before he leaves and then go to work. You loved to take care of your man and he loved to be taken care of by you. He even didn't want you to work but since you couldn't stay all day at home and do nothing (you weren't like other wives who'd shop all day), you promised him that he's gonna always be first before your work. You kept your promise. You would always be home before he leaves and after he returns home.

"OH NO!" your husband yelled.
"What's wrong, honey?"
"I stained my shirt with coffee!" he replied.
"Take it off, baby, I'll wash it right away otherwise it will stain.."
"Ok, baby, thank you! I'll go get another shirt."

He went upstairs to his closet in your bedroom. You washed his shirt and was about to go put it in the dryer when you saw the clock. Michael had to leave soon and he hasn't returned with a new shirt yet.

"MICHAEEEL YOU HAVE TO LEAVE! YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE!" you said loudly so that he could hear you but you always forgot the house was big and your voice can't possible reach the closet. You decided to go there and tell him.

"Baby, what's going on? You have to hurry up otherwise you'll be late!"
"I can't find a shirt!"
"What? Your wardrobe is full of shirts!"
"But all of them need to be ironed first... I can't go to work wearing something like this!" he pointed to the shirts which looked really bad. "And Esmeralda isn't here..." she was the maid. She wasn't here because it was still very early and her shift started later. "Now there's no one to iron them..."
"No one?! Do you have a wife or what! Give it to me!" you snatched the shirt he was holding.
"Are you sure you can do this?" he asked you 'cause he's never seen you iron before and you never did. The truth was you didn't know how to iron but then you thought, this can't be difficult.. just turn the iron on and smooth the clothes... what's the big deal!
"Of course I can! Now go downstairs eat your breakfast and I'll be there with the shirt before you know it!"

He did as you told him and you started ironing the shirt. You did it but there was a little problem you didn't know how to tell Michael....

You went downstairs, holding the shirt folded in your hands.
"Oh, baby, finally! Thank you!" he reached his hands out for the shirt but you didn't give it. "Honey... I gotta leave now!" you made the puppy dog face "What's wrong!"
"Nothing! Everything's perfect. You know what, on second thought, I don't like this shirt at all! I mean.. look at the color it's like blaah.. I'll go get a another one!" you quickly started leaving but he held you by the hand.
"No baby, the color is great and I don't have time to wait for another shirt and ironing.. now please I really gotta go!" he took the shirt but you won't let go. He started pulling towards him but still you won't let go.
"Baby! Can I please have my shirt? This is no time for games! I mean we can play but when I get home, ok?" he winked at you. This made you giggle but still you won't give him the shirt. He then decided to tickle you 'cause he knew by doing that he'd always gets his, making you surrender.
"Oh no no no ahhahaha.." you started laughing and let go of the shirt without even knowing...
"HA won again!" he said.

He unfolded the shirt and his facial expression changed into a serious one. He was holding the shirt with both hands and took it high in the air, examining the burn spot that had the form of the iron. You accidentally burned his shirt.... He looked at you, then at the shirt, he looked at you again and the back at the shirt. All of a sudden he burst out laughing like crazy!

"HA HAH AHA HA"  he fell on the floor.
"Why are you laughing? I burnt your shirt... I'm really sorry..." you said looking said and feeling guilty.
"You're just... to sweet ha ha ha" he managed to say through his laugh. What? Is he not mad?
"You're not mad?" you innocently asked.
"What? Of course not! Why would I be mad at you for something like this? It's just so funny..." he was still laughing.
"But but..."
"I'm guessing you have no experience with the iron?" he asked you.
"No..." you answered like a little child.
"Well, baby, you know... when you hold it for too long this is what happens!" he pointed to the burnt spot.
"How am I supposed to know that! No one told me!" he burst out laughing again. His laugh was like a music for your ears.
"My babygirl..." he came to you and kissed your forehead "I love you so much!"
"I love you too Mike!" you wrapped his arms around his waist and he did the same thing on you.
"Well I better put it on and head to work.."
"But you can't wear it, it's burnt!"
"Oh yes I can! My wife ironed it for me and I don't care if there's a burn or not! You did it with love and that's what's important!" you gave him a big smile and wondered what did you do to deserve a man like him.

You helped him get dressed and tucked the shirt in his pants. Luckily, you have burnt the down part of the shirt so when you tucked it in his pants, the iron-spot wasn't visible.

You kissed your husband and send him to work.
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Short and sweet :) Thanks for reading!