Tarquin had already come downstairs, looking like a puppy who just got scolded.
Elysia ignored him, carrying her plate of food straight into the dining room.
Tarquin sighed and strode into the kitchen. “Dad, what did Elysia say to you?”
Clayton lowered his voice, “Don’t get all gloomy. She said she’s moving into the guest room for two reasons: one, to punish you, and two, to get a surprise ready for you.”
Tarquin blinked. “A surprise?”
“Yep.”
“What kind of surprise?”
“She didn’t say. So even if you were a total angel today, she’d still find some reason to kick you out.”
Tarquin groaned, “Can I just skip the surprise and keep my wife?”
Clayton shrugged. “Hey, don’t ask me. Go ask her.”
Tarquin threw a glance at Elysia. She shot him a glare.
He tried flashing her a winning smile. She rolled her eyes so hard it looked like she might pull a muscle.
Tarquin: …Yeah, no need to ask. That’s a hard no.
Elysia turned away, but couldn’t help grinning to herself.
Silly guy, as if she’d really want to sleep apart if not for the surprise she was planning for him! Her husband deserved a little spoiling, after all.
Sure, he’d skipped out with Evan the other day. A bit of scolding was enough—she wouldn’t banish him to the couch just for that. But his birthday was coming up fast, and she needed time to set up his surprise…
And if it’s going to be a surprise, he absolutely can’t know what it is.
That means he’ll just have to suffer a little now for a sweet reward later.
Delayed gratification, babe!
…
Once Tarquin realized there was a surprise in store, his mood lifted. But a night without his wife beside him? Pure torture.
He tossed and turned, then finally called Keaton Huber.
Keaton picked up instantly, but sounded like he wanted to hang up just as fast. “Dude, you calling me this late? Make it quick, I’m busy chatting up a girl right now.”
Tarquin raised an eyebrow. “Where’d you find a girl?”
“Just met her tonight, and trust me, she’s about to be my girlfriend. So spit it out, don’t ruin my game.”
Before Tarquin could answer, Keaton suddenly had a realization.
“Wait, shouldn’t you be cuddling with Elysia right now? Why the heck are you calling me? Hold up—did she kick you out of bed?!”
Tarquin: …
Keaton heard the silence and burst out laughing, “Dude, what did you do to get yourself exiled? Bro, you must’ve broken some kind of holy rule!”
Tarquin scowled, refusing to take the bait. Instead, he relayed everything Elysia had told him earlier.
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