"Get out of here Fred. You know I like my privacy," Violet scolded, getting used to married life again was not as easy an adjustment as first thought. Violet had simply gone to brush her teeth when Fred had decided that he needed to use the lavatory immediately.

"And you need privacy when brushing your teeth?" Fred huffed, sharing his space again had came much more naturally to him.

"No but i'd like to at least brush my teeth without being exposed to, well,"

"Don't even finish that sentence," Fred interrupted, "I bet our Doc doesn't have this issue with 'is missus," he muttered on his way out.