Give and Take
“This isn’t sex, you know?” Michael stood over his wife with his hands on his hips.
Jane wiped sweat from her brow and shook her head. “If it was, you’d be asleep by now. Now get outta my way and make yourself useful and water my flowers.”
He stared at her for a minute before turning and walked out the door. When she heard the outside faucet turn on, she let out a laugh and stood.
She casually walked to the stove and dumped a cup of dishwater into his soup for flavor. “There you go, honey. Plenty of vitamins.”