I was pissed all the way to my room as I dug out the little packet I had hidden in my drawer. It was a little something I'd cooked up when I was going through a phase or some shit.
It had started out just for kicks, but as time went on, I'd come to see the truth in what was included in there.
Walking back into the room, I threw the envelope at her. "You want to be my wife? In there is a list of all the things that shit requires. Look it over, and if you can make me believe that you can do those things, then we've got a deal."
I can't believe she'd fucking beaten me, but I think I'd known that from the moment I put that ring on her finger.
Of course, there were other courses of action I could've taken to protect her, but something about her had drawn me. I thought I had it all under control, though; I never expected the little mouse to call me on my shit.