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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.

Heavens, I hate when you’re all smooth...

You’re the best snuggler, though!

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

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

How-... how dare you?!

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

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

You’re so sweet. I love you.

And you are simply amazing, Em. I love you too.

Really?

Really, animalistic tendencies and all.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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?

I ate way too many mini quiches and now I regret everything I’ve ever done in my entire life.

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

And there goes the honeymoon phase… Major bummer.

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

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…

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 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…

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.

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…

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. 

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. 

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.