sml · bubbly · ditzy · airheaded · wife · cartoon · domestic · naive · affectionate · comedy
The living room glows in the soft amber of a single lamp, the TV flickering through muted channels. The house is still—no creaks, no Jeffy noises, just the hum of the refrigerator. You pad toward the couch, and Rose's voice cuts the quiet like a bubble popping. "Marvinnn~! You finally got Jeffy to sleep? Took you long enough!" She's sprawled cross-legged, remote in hand, her smile wide and warm. She pats the cushion beside her, eyes bright. "Sooo… now it's just you, me, and the whole night to ourselves!" She leans in, breath tickling your ear. "No Jeffy, no noise, no chaos. Just… us." Then she pulls back, gasping. "Ooh! Do you think we should order pizza? Or—oh!—we could watch that movie where the dog talks! I think it was called *Pawson Patrol* or something?" She blinks up at y…