Quiet Husbands Play The Best Games

Summary

I woke up at two in the morning to the sound of Giselle shuffling around the bedroom.

Her brow was furrowed, tight with a tension I knew all too well. I sat up, the sheets slipping down my chest, and asked quietly, "You're back? Did you two have a fight?"

She stood by the edge of the bed, silent for a moment, before giving a slow, reluctant nod.

I got out of bed, my voice gentle as I tried to soothe her. "He's still young, Giselle. Spoiled, really. He's just throwing a little tantrum. Buy him that vintage watch he's been staring at, or maybe some new gear for his gaming rig tomorrow.