She smiles sweetly and says, “I figured water would help with your problem too.”
He frowned. “What problem?”
“The extra weight.”
He looked down at himself. “I don’t have extra weight.”
She sat beside him calmly. “Exactly. And I don’t either.”
The husband opened his mouth to argue, then quietly closed it again.
For a moment, only the TV filled the room with noise.
Finally, he sighed. “Okay… that was mean. I’m sorry.”
She nodded. “Thank you.”
Trying to lighten the mood, he took a sip of the water and muttered, “Still wish it was soda.”
Without missing a beat, she replied, “And I still wish you looked like that actor from the movie we watched last night, but here we are.”
His eyes widened. “Ouch.”
She smiled innocently. “See? Doesn’t feel very nice.”
The husband slowly started laughing. A second later, she laughed too.
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Truce?”
“Truce,” she agreed.
Then she stood up again.
“Where are you going now?” he asked carefully.
“To the kitchen.”
He became nervous. “Why?”
She grinned. “To get myself ice cream… while I’m still gorgeous.”
