•A year later•

[Author's POV]

"How can you guys be watching football at this time when I need help in the kitchen?" Cassandra asked as she strode into the living room with a cooking spoon in her hand.

"No one asked you to cook. We told you we were gonna order in food but you blatantly refused, so whose fault is it?" Amsey, her husband, retorted.

"I feel like eating homemade food, is that a bad thing?" Cassandra yelled.

"Most women blush when their husbands ...