“Sweetie, I’ve got a cold again. You know it’s just a matter of time.” I told my wife over the phone.
“Babe seriously? I’m still getting over last time.” She was a very innocent girl my wife. I rather admired that in her. Whenever I looked at her I saw a pure Disney princess. Someone strong like Belle, but child-like too. Kind of like Rapunzel. She really didn’t deserve this curse.
“I know. I’m downing cold medicine like an addict but I’m having a hard time holding it in. You’ve got minutes at most to prepare yourself.” She had to keep her phone on constantly now, so whenever I felt the urge coming on I would just call her to give her a little warning. That was the least I could do for her.
“Can’t you just hold your nose or something?” She begged.
“Princess I’m really doing the best I can but….but..oh no. Achoo!”
All of the sudden I was alone in bed with my wife, the only girl for me.
“Babe I was in the middle of a crochet project.” She said.
“I’m sorry, but hey, it was date night anyway right?” I asked. Her girlish smile turned decidedly woman like.
“I guess I can finish it later.”