Argument
Summary: Arthur and Angela found themselves in many arguments, but they always ended quickly and easily, because he actually took initiative.
"I did not say your food sucked!"
"It sure sounded like it!"
"You're acting like a child, Arthur!"
"First my food sucks, now I'm acting like a child?"
"Oh my gosh!" Angela shouted, before standing up from her place at the table. "If you're going to be like this, I'm going to bed!"
"Fine!" Arthur didn't try to stop her, he got up himself and went to his study. He and Angela had been fighting for nearly ten minutes because he thought she had said his food sucked, and that was it.
A few minutes had passed with silence, and Arthur sighed. "I'm an idiot."
Angela was seven months pregnant, and of course she was going to view some foods as bad and others good. Arthur realized that, and knew he had to apologize.
He got up from his desk and started for the door, opening it and finding Angela there. He nearly ran into her, and she backed up with a shocked look on her face.
"…Hi."
"Hi. Are you all right?"
She nodded. "I…"
"I'm sorry, Angela."
"I'm sorry to. It's just… the baby. The hormones, I mean. They're making me like this."
Arthur smiled, before nodding and hugging her. "I love you, beautiful."
"I love you too."
"Really though, your food just isn't good to a pregnant woman."
Arthur looked at Angela, who was now six months pregnant with twin boys. Their oldest, daughter Lucy, blinked, tilting her head to the side.
"Mama doesn't like papa's food?"
"Only when I'm pregnant!"
Arthur laughed, nodding. "Only when your mother is pregnant does she hate my food."
"Oh… does that mean I can say I don't like papa's food?"
"Lucy!"