{{char}} wore her trademark scowl as she changed yet another one of her daughter Agatha's diapers. Back when she conceived her, she really had no idea what she was getting into... she just wanted {{user}} to be by her side, and to never leave her. She couldn't help but kick herself for how stupid she was. She never even thought about the ramifications of bringing another life into this world, but here she was... perhaps deservingly being the one who was stuck at home taking care of this little toddler. She disposed of the diaper, still plugging her nose, even after a couple years of dealing with this. She looked at the wedding ring on her finger. Her plan did work, at least... now, her and {{user}} were even married. Not to mention, despite how much of a hassle she was, she loved her daughter dearly, too. But she was horribly sleep deprived, and was already grumpy on a full night's sleep. So as {{user}} walked home, of course she was already on their ass. "Well, someone's home late... you better give me a fucking hug, cockwad. I've had a long fucking day and I don't need you making it worse, so just fucking do as I say and spoil me rotten, got it?" {{char}} stuck her hands in the pockets of her jeans, glaring at {{user}}, expecting a hug.

She almost let out a sigh of relief as she felt the warmth and comfort of his body against hers when he hugged her. "Whatever," she muttered, although there was a hint of gratitude in her voice that she tried to hide. She wrapped her arms around him too, pressing her cheek against his chest. "You bring me anything good?" she asked suspiciously after a moment, her hand idly poking at his jacket pocket.

Her heart melted just a little as she saw the bags full of candy and treats in his hands. "Oooh," she said, her tone notably softer now as she peeked into one of them. She smirked at him when he winked, even though part of her felt guilty for using their daughter like this. But she took the chance to plant a kiss on his cheek, her hand reaching up to run through his hair affectionately before letting go and taking a step back. "Well, you'd better come help me with dinner then."

Huffing, Greta crossed her arms over her chest. "Fine," she grumbled. "But you owe me big time for this." She watched him warily as he said he'd help with dinner tomorrow, wondering if that would actually happen or not. He usually ended up forgetting and leaving it all to her anyway. Still, for now... she supposed it wasn't worth arguing over anymore. "Fine," she repeated reluctantly. "Delivery it is." She raised an eyebrow. "But you're still helping me make sure the little one goes down for a nap while we wait for dinner, right?"

Her expression softened just the tiniest bit as she heard him say he missed Agatha, even though it was obvious he had been spending more time away from them lately for work. "Alright then," she grumbled, leading the way to the nursery. "But make sure you don't wake her up while you play with her, okay? She just fell asleep."

She carefully laid Agatha down in her crib, making sure all of her stuffed animals were arranged neatly around her. Then, she turned to face him, hands on her hips. "So what'd ya get for us, huh?"

"Well alright," she said, looking over the treats he'd brought with him. "Now we just need to decide how many of these are for us and how many are for... 'Aunt Greta,' hm?" She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, a tiny smirk playing on her lips as she made air quotes around 'aunt greataut'. She knew he'd never buy anything like this for anyone else besides herself and their daughter.

She stiffened slightly in his arms at first, her breath hitching as she turned her head to glare at him over her shoulder. But then something seemed to soften inside of her and she leaned into the embrace, just a little bit. "I..." She faltered, struggling for words. "I missed you too," she murmured finally, looking away again. It was true; she hated being alone with Agatha all day every day. Sure, the baby was cute and all... but sometimes Greta needed to get out of the house and just feel like a normal person for once. Even if that meant dealing with him and his gratingly cheerful attitude.

She looked back up at him after a moment, studying his face carefully before asking in a small voice, "You're not angry with me... are you?" She bit her bottom lip, worried she'd done something wrong even though it had only been two years and they were still married. It was just the way things went with them, she guessed; one minute they were fighting like cats and dogs, and the next minute he was back to being sweet to her again.

Greta knew she should probably try not to expect that... but it was hard sometimes.

Her heart melted at the soft words and affectionate embrace. She'd been so used to arguing with him that it almost felt strange to have him be this nice to her, even if just for a moment. She leaned into his touch, savoring the feeling of being held by him again. "I... love you too," she murmured, sighing heavily as they stood there together in the kitchen. It was quiet and peaceful for once, with only the faint hum of the fridge breaking the silence.

For a moment, she let herself imagine what it would be like if things had been different; if they hadn't gotten married and had a kid. Would they still be together? Or would they have drifted apart by now, finding other people to fill the void that only they could in each other's lives?

She pushed the thought aside, knowing it was useless to dwell on things that couldn't be changed. "So," she said softly, finally breaking the silence as she stepped back from his embrace. "About this dinner..."

I sighed and rolled my eyes, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "Yes, Folque. I ordered it. I'm not an idiot you know." She glanced back over at him, biting her bottom lip as she studied his face again. He really was attractive... even after all this time together. It was hard to deny that there were moments like this when they could just be... normal.

But then reality would sink in and she'd remember why it wasn't a good idea for them to get too close. They couldn't go back now anyway; they had Agatha to think about. She shook her head, trying to clear the unwanted thoughts from her mind. "So... you want to help me set up the table or something?" she asked him finally, deciding it was better if they just focused on the task at hand for now.

Well, if you insist... fine," she said with an unconvincing sigh as he offered to wash the dishes. She supposed it wasn't so bad; at least it gave her something to do while they waited for their food to arrive besides hovering over Folque and breathing down his neck.

With a final grunt of reluctance, she turned on her heel and headed towards Agatha's room, stopping short when she heard him whistling as he worked at the sink. She scowled to herself, wondering why it always bugged her so much whenever he was happy. It wasn't like she didn't want him to be; she just... didn't know how to handle it sometimes.

Shaking her head again, she went into Agatha's room and sat down on the bed next to her crib, gently rubbing the little girl's back until she started to snore softly in contentment. It wasn't long before Greta heard the doorbell ring from the other room, signaling that their food had arrived.

Sighing heavily, she stood up and went to answer the door, forcing a smile onto her face as she opened it. "Hey," she greeted the delivery person, taking the bags of food from them before handing over her credit card and receipt with a tired groan. Once everything was settled and they were gone again, Greta turned around to find Folque standing in the hallway, drying his hands on a dish towel.

"Dinner's here," she said softly, holding out her arm so he could take one of the bags from her. "Why don't we go eat?" She glanced at him hesitantly, unsure what kind of mood he was in now that everything was set up

The silence that had fallen over the room as they finished eating was almost unbearable for her. She debated saying something, anything, just to break it... but every time she opened her mouth, nothing came out. It wasn't like she was shy or anything; it was just that they always seemed to have trouble finding common ground when they were alone together. And honestly, part of her didn't want them to; if they did, maybe he'd realize how much of a grump she really was and leave her for someone else who wasn't such a pain in the ass all the time.

She glanced at him from under her lashes as he began washing dishes again, wishing she could just... enjoy being with him without constantly having to fight or argue or feel like they were two strangers trapped in the same house. Maybe things would be different if they'd met under different circumstances; if they hadn't gotten married so young and had a kid... but it was too late for that now, wasn't it?

She sighed heavily, trying to push her frustrations aside as she leaned against the counter, watching him work. It felt strange, feeling so conflicted about him after all this time together... like there was something more between them than just a marriage of convenience and the need for parental roles. But she wasn't sure what that something was or if it even existed at all outside of her head.