Chores
Chores.
He hated that Molly did all the chores herself.
She wouldn't let him help.
And he so wanted to.
Chores weren't the responsibility of just the woman of the house.
They were meant to be shared by all the family members.
Equally.
And he told her so.
She laughed.
She said something about not being a good wife if she didn't do the chores all by herself.
Damn her pride.
Damn her obstinacy.
Damn her sexist, old-fashioned ideals!
Well, he knew what to do!
He would put a full body bind curse on her and force her to listen to him.
He'd tell her that he loved her and hated to see her toil through the day, feeding the chickens, de-gnoming the garden, cooking excellent meals among various other mundane tasks.
He'd tell her that he wanted to help.
He wanted to spend time with her while they helped each other with the chores, chatting about inane things, laughing, smiling like teenagers.
He wanted to help her and if it meant putting the full body bind curse on her- well, he'd do it!
Molly and her strange obsession with chores would be the death of him!
~littlegirlgonemad~
Author's Note: This is quite AU, I think. And politically incorrect. My apologies. Yet, I thought it was a tiny bit cute.
But what I think doesn't matter. It is what you, as a reader, think that is significant. So type up your thoughts for me, and make me smile!