“You’re my wife. Don’t you remember?”

“Umm... Can’t I sleep in my bedroom tonight? I need to—”

“No. You’re sleeping in my bedroom. Now and forever.”

“But...” Fiona whined.

“No buts. You’re sleeping in my bedroom. The past two days were an exception because you were sick, and I didn’t want to bother you. Tonight you’re sleeping in my room. In my bed.”

“What? Then I'll sleep on the couch.”

“Fiona,” I growled in annoyance.

“I need time to adjust to my ...