Arghh! Focus focus focus! Why are no words coming out?!

It was a familiar position that many of us have been in. Forehead on table, sometimes slamming on it repeatedly. Studying for a final, annoyed at your boss, or in Yuri's case: the dreaded...

...writer's block.

I can't mess this up...I can't let him do all the work. I have to help out somehow...

She gently placed her AKG K712s aside. For her, music (or at least noise isolation) was essential to getting those drafts out there. It was what an oxygen mask was to a scuba diver, and so far it had helped her publish several novels online. And frankly, it was a gift from MC. A very expensive gift, mind you.

She let out a sigh, one of self-deprecation. He always spends so much money on me. He says its okay but I can tell he's working himself off to the bone. I feel terrible.

The mess of words on her monitor stared at her right in the face. Taunting her. Mocking her. Telling her that no one else but her will ever read them.

I can't procrastinate. After all the fun I had yesterday, it's time to work. Work. Work! Wriiiiite! Please Yuri!

Why am I such a bad wife? I messed up the laundry, I didn't clean as well as I could have, I don't know if he'll like my cooking. And I'm bad at my job too! Argh!

"Boo!"

Yuri almost leapt into the ceiling. She was nanoseconds away from screaming and stabbing, but she turned around and saw her husband behind her.

"God MC! Y-You almost gave me a heart attack!," Yuri panted with her hands covering her chest.

He suppressed the urge to bust out laughing. Gotta stay professional, gotta stay cool.

"W-Welcome home. Actually, no. I need you to do that again. Normally. Like...in the manga," she demanded, trying her best to sound stern.

MC, trained from his high school and college days, flopped down on their bed and let out a satisfying moan. Seemed like a looong day.

"Mmmm...dwo I hawve to?," he groaned, face down in Yuri's pillow.

"Yes. As punishment!"

A devious smile crept onto his face as he sat up. No matter which angle, he always found Yuri to be positively adorable. Especially now, because she was pouting and had her legs crossed like an angry schoolteacher.

"...and if I don't?"

"I'll make sure you regret it tonight."

The way she whispered it with a husky voice sent shivers up MC's spine. "I can handle it."

"How did you even do that? There was no noise when you came in!"

"Huh? I made plenty of noise," he stated, jingling his keys up in the air. "See?"

Yuri swung her chair back towards her monitors with her face buried in her hands. Even her hearing was giving up on her.

"MC...," she groaned. "I'm losing it. All these drafts are garbage, my wife-skills are garbage, and I'm garbage!"

"Writer's block huh?," he chuckled and was met with a long moan of frustration. He walked up and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm sure it can't be...that bad...oh...oh my God."

"See?! Garbage. Human. Being!"

"Oh stop it," he countered quietly. "Why don't you take a breather? I'll cook us a nice meal and we can watch a movie-"

"No!," she interrupted. "I have to work! This is so unfair!"

He tilted his head in confusion.

"You...you do everything around here! When I mess up, you do it like its no big deal well its not! Do ever consider that I want to get you something nice? Or that I want to pay you back for taking care of me after we left the game? You idiot! You work yourself off to the bone and...and...hey! Hey! Stop laughing! I'm serious!"

It was MC's wobbly, stupid grin that broke her. She couldn't help but mirror him and she could feel the serious energy dissipate off her like wet clothes drying on the sunny balcony.

Noooo! My power!

"L-Listen to me...! Listen *hic! I'm serious!"

"I'm listening!," MC chortled. There was a snort garnished at the end too. "It's-It's just...you look so cute when you're angry...!"

"Hmpf." She took a deep breath and composed herself. "I'm not angry. I'm upset."

"Upset? At what?"

"That I'm not a good writer. The only thing which I'm slightly good at? Is not enough to even pay for the utilities and take the burden off your back," Yuri declared.

"Yuri, didn't you make a thousand dollars this month? I'd say that's pretty good, all things considered."

"Yeah-this month. That book took me forever to write!"

"Well give it some time. Success doesn't come in a day. Just keep writing."

Yuri turned the chair around and fully embraced MC. The feeling of hugging your wife after a long day of work was enough to keep him running for the entire night.

"I'm sorry," she sighed after a long contemplative pause.

"For what?"

"I don't know. I just feel like I should be sorry. I came into the world blind and...you brought me into your life, kept me fed, filed out stacks and stacks of paperwork..."

"Hey. I want those kids as much as you do."

She perked up and looked into his amber eyes. "W-Wait for real?!"

"Yeah. All the love in the world sounds good to me," he confidently stated.

It was like they both signed a contract together, made permanent when Yuri passionately locked her lips with MC, really holding it there for a good five seconds. It felt good. Too good.

"I promise. Promise. I will become a successful writer. For you. For our kids," Yuri quietly said. By the look in her eyes, MC could tell she wasn't playing around. She might as well have made a deal with God himself and she couldn't have looked more serious.

"Good luck. I'll be right by your side."

Looks like that draft would have to wait until tomorrow. There was a significant lack of talking after that.