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I sat on the couch one leg crossed over the other with my arms crossed. I wore white sweater which came down to my mid thigh and black leggings.

Also fuzzy pink pastel socks.

Scott went to a movie with 'Danny from work'...yeah, probably extremely hot Danny from work who is very single and very flirty... I haven't met him, but I've never met an ugly Danny.

I was beyond pissed. Angry was a huge understatement. He knew I had a bad week and wanted to be with him today. Is it bad that I wanted MY husband all to my self for a mere 24 hours?

He kept going out  with friends while I kept having emotional breakdowns from my shitty week. I was so prepared to not talk to him, but also so prepared to go full bitchmode on him.

He thinks Kirstie is bad when she's angry? He doesn't know whats coming.

I glanced at clock where the numbers shined blue. '4:42a.m' I was too mad to be tired although I could basically only fall asleep to Scott singing. It was like a magical trance or something.

Scott left at 8:34 p.m and said he would be back in two hours...apparently two hours is code word for eight hours.

My bitchmode switch turns on when the front door opens, and a tired' looking Scott walks inside, dropping his keys on the table.

"Mitchy I'm-" I put my hand out to stop him. I can only imagine the face I must be giving him.

"Heck no." I said surprisingly in a normal tone. I wasn't planning on raising my voice...yet.

"It's almost five in the freaking morning where have you been!?" I yelled, not caring that the people next to us could hear although I was good friends with both of them so hopefully they wouldn't get too mad.

He was about to reply but I held up my hand. "Don't freaking interrupt me!" I yelled despite the fact I asked him a question. "You weren't talking-"
He started.

"Shut the actual heck up!" I said. I sighed loudly. I knew I was overreacting, probably because I wanted to be asleep but I wasn't and I wanted to be in bed; but I wasn't.

I gasped loudly as I spotted a dark purple spot on his neck.

"What the heck..." I started as I walked toward him to look at it more clearly. "Is that from fraaking Danny from work!?" He opened his mouth.

"I swear to gosh, I'm going to call your mother!" I said like a father as I was filled with anger.

"Mitch, that's a spider bite. I got bit by a spider in the kitchen, you were there!"
I then noticed it looked nothing like a hickey and was definitely a spider bite. But I still got mad.

"Bet!"

"Mitch, you're acting ridiculous. I texted you and told you that Danny's car broke down and once we finally got back in the area there was an accident and we got stuck in traffic. Then Danny needed to go to the office-" I cut him off.

"Sorry, what?" I asked. He furrowed his "eyebrows"

"Sorry, I just couldn't understand that big fat bet!" I said loudly.

He groaned.
"Mitch, you don't understand. Danny is a-"
Before he could reply, a knock was heard at the front door.
I inhaled sharply before storming over to the door and swinging it open.

Then I was surprised when a short red headed female was at the front door.
"Hi. Sorry, Scott left his bag in the car."

I gasped quietly, thankful that she didn't hear.

"Oh, is this Danny?"
I asked nervously, glancing back at Scott would had a smirk on his face.

"Uh, yeah that's me. Here's the bag." Terry answered, handing me the bag.  

"Hi, Danny I'm Mitch. Scott's husband. He was just telling me about the wonderful night y'all had." I said, letting guilt settle in on me as I wore the most realistic smile I could muster.

"Wasn't too much fun since the car broke down. Burt I'm glad you're okay with him coming home late, I really do apologise again for all the inconveniences." She said, glancing at Scott once with an apologetic smile.
I chuckled nervously.

"My wife is definitely gonna be mad if the front door wakes the baby. I should head back, but nice meeting you, Mitch."
I opened my mouth slightly but quickly closed, gave her one more smile before closing the door gently.

I cleared my throat as I turned around. "So um...Danny is-" Scott cut me off.

"Female, married, lesbian." Scott answered. I laughed awkwardly as Scott had his "eyebrows" raised.

"Um...so..." I started.

"You must be pretty tired, huh? You've been stuck in a broken car for hours. Let's go to bed? Yeah, let's go to bed." I quickly tried running out of the situation but Scott grabbed my shoulder.

"Do you seriously think I would cheat on you?" He asked. I sighed and rubbed my forehead.
"No, no...I just... I don't know. Ugh, I just had a crappy week and I'm not thinking straight. I mean, I never think straight but you know."

I groaned at myself.
"I'm so sorry. I don't even know what to say." I apologised, truly feeling bad for accusing him of something when he's never done anything ever to hurt me.

"I forgive you." He said. After a few seconds of silence he burst out in laughter. Causing me to smile but furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"What?" I asked confusedly.

"How on earth did you think a spider bite was a hickey?"

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