I had just gotten back from Bangkok – 5 days away from the hubby.
So when we were in bed, I was particularly tender and loving; cradling his arm while I was slowly dozing off.
Then he held my hand and funnily, I thought his hand felt unusually smaller than usual. So, I asked him what’s up with his hand.
He was like, what?
“Didn’t you just hold me? I’m asking about your hand”.
“You didn’t hold my hand?”, I asked again.
“No. Go to sleep”.
At this point I swear I was on the verge of tears. I was like, don’t fuck with me!!
“I swear a hand held my hand!!!”
There was silence.
Longest fucking silence in my life.
Then he laughed.
My scumbag husband laughed.