AVA TROCELLI P.O.V
"Why are we here, Marc." I groaned in annoyance as we enter the grocery mart.
"For food." He nonchalantly replied as he took out one cart from the line.
"You are cooking?" I asked him as we walked towards the meat section.
"No. You are cooking." He replied shrugging his shoulder and I nodded my head without catching his words.
Wait. What? I'm cooking?
"Excuse me?" I stopped on my track.
"You're already excuse, my dear wife. Now come along." He amusedly grinned and slipped an arm around my shoulders as we continued our way down the aisle. "I'm not cooking." I grumply stated.
"We will see." He smirked at me as I glared at him.
"You are such a bad husband. You like to torture me."
"I'm torturing you? My God, it's you who is torturing me. If I can't have you in t
