"Hey, have you seen my black sweatpants?" He asked his wife.
"No." She shook her head, her face featuring a scowl, putting her attention back on the TV. That idiot box was definitely much more entertaining than her idiot husband.

"Is it in the laundry basket?" He again asked. He could see his wife was not in her best mood and he was walking on a thin ice. It was risky to tamper a already sullen mood but it was the risk he was willing to take.
"No." She glanced at him for a second shook her head before shuffling the channels. She wasn't much of a TV watcher for for then it was the best option.

"Fine." He sighed. There was no way he was winning that battle. "Why are you upset?" He asked sitting beside her, snatching the remote from her hand he switched off the television so that he could have her full attention.
"Finally you noticed." She rolled her eyes.

"Now tell me, baby, what's wrong?" He asked.
"Look at this." She showed him various pictures of her friends with either their husbands, boyfriends and male ones with their female companions. All pictures captioned with nice googled lines about women's day.

"Nice pictures." He commented nonchalantly, still not getting why her wife was upset.
"Yes they are." She agreed with a nod. "Then when are you posting a picture like all that?"
"I'm not posting any such picture." He denied. Why? That was the first question to strike her mind but it was the first emotion that she voiced out.

"You don't love me now." She complained with a adorable pout. He wanted to bite that pout of hers but that could wait for few minutes. First he wants to know the reason of her foul mood.
"You know that's not true. I do love you."
"Then why aren't you posting a picture like rest, wishing me 'happy women's day' and telling how important I'm to you."

"I don't need to do that."
"Why?"
"Because just a day is not enough to tell others how important you are to me. I don't need a specific day to show my love for my woman. You are my everything, not just today but every damn day. Your achievements are too big to be celebrated in a day and my feelings for you are too deep to describe in few words. Some lines from internet could not justify them." He whispered kissing her forehead.

"Your sweatpants are in closet. Left drawer." She answered meekly.