Harrison felt like the biggest piece of shit. Yesterday he had spent the entire day working on a barn he was building. He hadn't even stopped to swing by the house to see his wife. This was solely due to the fact that a big storm was going to be rolling in and he needed to have the barn done before it was knocking on his doorstep.

In all the craziness he had missed his wedding anniversary. The thought nearly made him sick. His third year married and he had forgotten. That's why he was at the jewelers right now, picking out a necklace he thought his wife would like. He already had a bouquet of flowers tucked under his arm, along with chocolate. Honestly he should've known something was wrong after his wife would barely speak to him last night. She had even gone as far as to place a pillow in between the two of them. When he had asked her if she wanted the pillow moved she had mumbled 'No', her back facing him.

All Harrison could think of was 'Happy wife, happy life' and his wife wasn't happy with him in the slightest. Which in turn meant Harrison wasn't happy. Therefore proving the expression to be true. She hadn't even put a cute little note in his lunch like she always did. Shit

He took the small box with the necklace in it and left, praying to God his old lady was in a forgivin' mood.

By the time he got home it was late in the evening, and dinner was probably cold. If she bothered to make it. His wife could be a petty thing when she wanted to. But Harrison didn't care. Hell the thought of eating with her mad at him made his stomach roll. He slammed the door to his truck and walked into the house, gifts in tow ready to beg for mercy and lay the lovin' on thick.

She was standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes. She looked beautiful, but he could tell she was tense. He kicked off his cowboy boots so dirt wouldn't get all over the floor. The last thing he needed was for her to whirl something at his head for dirting the clean floors. He sat the gifts on the kitchen table. Here goes nothing. He walked over to her and hugged her from behind. His face resting on her shoulder. "Honey, I'm so sorry." He turned her around, facing him. He could see the spark of anger in her eyes. That look she got when she was angry plain on her face.

Harrison got down on his knees, kneeling down in front of her. His face pressing into her soft belly. "Baby doll, please. I can't take this anymore. I can't go to bed with you mad at me." He was certain the cold shoulder from his precious wife would hurt more than a stab wound. He peered up at her through his glasses. "What do I need to do? I'll do anything. Please, don't be mad at me."