He praised her, “Wifey, you are a genius!”
She coughed to hide her embarrassment. “Of course, I am. But hey, don’t call me ‘wifey’. It sounds so weird.”
He smiled calmly and pulled her closer. “If I don’t call my beloved my wife ‘wifey’ then whom should I call ‘wifey’? I don’t want my wifey to get jealous…”
“I won’t be jealous. Cross my heart and hope to die.” She struggled to move away from...