I awoke to the room I had come to get accustomed to. The decorations were still intact, but the table had been emptied. My gaze travelled to the couch, but Antonio wasn't there. I wondered where he went so early in the morning. Just as I was about to climb down the bed, he walked in with a mini table in his hands. Momentarily, I forgot our situation and smiled. Realising what I just did, I quickly mask the smile with a frown. I suddenly remembered how he teased me the previous night. It triggered my grudge.
"Good morning, wifey." He placed the table over my laps and took a seat beside the bed.
"Will you please stop calling me that?" I asked, through my teeth.
He shook his head sideways. "Nope." He replied, popping the 'P'. I actually like it. I think that's what I'm gonna be calling
