His mouth dropped open. He knew that was her favorite one. He puffed up his chest and left his shirt halfway open. "No I'm not fucking happy. Why would I be bloody happy that I made you break something that you love?" He stood up and hid his sore hand behind his back. Matthew wouldn't put it past Maddie to scratch at the fresh tattoo. Hurt filled through his eyes. He hated hurting Maddie and she knew it and she normally picked fights with him. Though, the thought of where this would probably reach had him squirming slightly in his mind.
His own eyes went a little dark. The silk robe was unnecessary and she knew it and was doing it to give a smaller less noticeable fuck you to him. Eleven years and they were still bickering about dolls. What the fuck? "Shut your own fucking filthy mouth. God, you're the least lady-like woman I've ever met. You could give a two year old a run for their money. What are you going to spit in a patois now?"
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