They had been having the same ridiculous argument for days and Danny was tired of it. He was putting his foot down. "We're going shopping on Saturday."

"No we're not."

"Yes, we are."

"Nope, not happening."

"Fine. I'll go by myself and you won't have any input whatsoever."

"I'm giving you my input now, Daniel. No, is my input."

Danny threw up his hands and then let out what could only be described as a long-suffering sigh. "Steve, babe, be realistic, will you, we are two grown men, we need a bigger bed. Why are you so set against getting one?"

"Our bed is fine.

"No, Steven, our bed is not fine. It may have been fine when you were sleeping alone most of the time. It may even have been fine when you shared it with a 110 pound woman. But, it is entirely too small for the two of us on a nightly basis. Plus, and I can't stress this enough, your side sags."

"That's because it's broken in just right."

"That's fine for you, but I end up rolling down hill in the middle of the night. We might as well be sleeping on a twin."

At Danny's statement, Steve's cheeks turned suspiciously pink. A light bulb went off above Danny's head. "That's it, isn't it? You like it when I end up on your side of the bed. You, my friend, like to cuddle."

"Shut up."

Danny grinned. "Ha. The big, bad Navy SEAL, likes to cuddle when he sleeps. You're a big cuddle bunny. I bet you slept with a teddy bear as a kid."

Steve's eyes narrowed as his fists clinched the steering wheel. "If you don't shut up, I'm going to punch you in the throat. That ought to shut you up for a few days and it won't even leave a mark."

"Steve?"

"What?" He barked.

"All you had to do was ask."