Vincent Sterling, 35 years old..
My perfectly smooth brow crinkles in frustration, and my jaw tenses as I fight to suppress the irritation that boils within me toward my new wife. Ever since I met her, she seems to always know how to push my buttons. Right now, here she is, rolling around in sheets like a weirdo.
My frustration deepens as I watch her seemingly carefree antics. "What the hell are you doing?"
"These sheets are so soft! I want to be wrapped in them like a burrito. What's the thread count on these bad boys?" she asks.
"What is wrong with her?" I mutter, my tone a mix of disbelief and annoyance.
She giggles, seemingly amused at my reaction. "Come on, Hubby, it's so cozy! Join me!"
I clench my jaw. "Don't call me Hubby."
"What am I supposed to call you then? Daddy?" she a
