Dream As If You'll Live Forever

I feel like now you’re just saying that to placate me.

I’m not! I vowed to spend the rest of my life snuggling with you and only you, so you must be the best snuggler.

How-… how dare you?!

You’re the best snuggler, though!

Don’t think I don’t know you’re saying that only because you like Jack better than me.

It’s not your fault he’s a better hugger - you didn’t get very many of those as a child.

I could’ve sworn I had driven today to work. Reason I was late, you ask? Because I gave my driver the day off and the taxi took forever to arrive.

Addison Marshall gave her driver a break..? What universe is it that I have fallen into and how do I escape it?

Really, animalistic tendencies and all.

Okay, now that is offensively absurd. Every day that goes by, no matter what, I can promise I’ll always love you a little more.

Really?

I hope you realize how absurd and absolutely unsettling that is. Worry not, love, I’ve gotten used to your strangeness. Heavens, you need to stop being so unbearably cute.

I’m mostly kidding! If I stopped being unbearably cute you wouldn’t love me as much anymore.

Cuteness is so not a reason to stuff yourself up with something. Oh, don’t even start, I tried to stop you and you growled at me, Emery Marshall! Alright, I can happily give you as much.

Did you really? I must’ve blacked out... Yikes. I’m sorry, baby. Yay snuggles! You can never have too many of those when your tummy is upset.

If you weren’t you certainly made yourself to be after all those quiches. Do you need me to go get you something for your stomach, Though?

They were just so cute! And delicious! Somebody should’ve stopped me - I’m going to be feeling this for weeks probably. No, I think we have everything I need. Except snuggles. I need more snuggles please.

‘There’s no such thing as too many’, she said, 'just one more won’t hurt’, she said. Guess now we know the truth.

I think I’m lactose intolerant. Leave me alone.

Oh, shush, you. As if we didn’t perpetually live in said phase.

Well, we did up until now.

Oh no, in this case, it is a really good thing that you know what to expect, saves me the trouble of explaining what being the dog house entails.

And there goes the honeymoon phase... Major bummer.

Oh yes, I didn’t mean tonight, or that my show of appreciation would even constitute sex. You are still in the dog house, so yes, pillow wall tonight.

Called it. Although...I’m not really sure if it’s a good thing or a bad thing that you’re this easy to read...

At some point I had to learn your secrets, so thank you so much for the free bit of information, my love. I’ll make sure to show my appreciation accordingly. 

And that means no sex, right? Cause after banishing me to the doghouse and that trick not working, it’s usually a pillow wall between us at night...

Ugh, you’re impossible. I can’t even be offended at my own house anymore. Thus is the fate of those with a weak will and far too much love for their wives. It could be worse, I suppose.

Too much love?! No such thing. You’re cuter when you’re not trying to charm my pants off, anyway. So, it’s not like it’s a bad thing. Guess I kind of buried the lead on that one...

I’ll have you know that I am deeply offended by your accusations. I guess you’re sleeping on the couch tonight, since I wouldn’t want to bother you with my lack of charm. Begone.

As if you could even sleep without me next to you. Nice try, blondie, but I’ve learned that the doghouse is an empty threat.