MHA #2 | Wednesday Morning

[knife_bender]

Diego tried his very best to not be That Guy and demand he know his wife's every move. She was an adult, he knew she was with friends, and she was fine during that whole Rey thing back in August. He was sure she was fine.

But come on, a phone call would be appreciated!

He was just going to be pacing the apartment, trying to think of logical reasons of why she hadn't called rather than convening an emergency meeting of The Umbrella Academy to solve the mystery of "where the fuck did my wife go and why hasn't she called me?".

[For one! That Annie came home looking rough is fine for broadcast but specifics on Wanda's shenanigans are NFB]

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[defenderofdesmoines]

"No," Annie told him, leaning on the counter just a tad for balance as she stepped out of her underwear. "But I love you so much for asking. And for -- like, this is really nice, Diego. You're sweet."

And she needed sweet, right now.

[knife_bender]

"Thanks," he said, standing up to give Annie a kiss. "But I'm your husband. Kind of comes with the whole package."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Well." Annie leaned up into the kiss, sliding an arm around his waist loosely and trying to focus on how soothing it was to be close with Diego. "Then I'm grateful for my sweet husband."

Married less than two months, and already kind of tapping into that 'in sickness and in health' thing.

[knife_bender]

"Well I'm grateful for my strongass wife," Diego murmured. "You go relax, I'll order some food."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Okay," Annie agreed. (It was an easy thing to agree with.) "And then I'll fall asleep on you on the couch."

While watching a burning log for lack of anything else, not that she knew that part yet.