Bruh. Shack me up with Ash. And if you write smut (surprise me) don’t be stingy with it. Finish the job. I feel like I’m forgetting something... oh! Please! -your WIFE! PS: I love you and you’re amazing
“Alright, class, there’s your homework for the night. Be sure to read over your etymology vocab and have your parents sign off on tomorrow’s trip. Also was anyone able to see if anyone’s parent’s could chaperone our trip to the museum?”
Only one hand shot up, “Thank you, Miss. I guess I will have to bring my husband if he is available.”
“Sorry, Mrs. Irwin,” a couple students said. To teach high school freshman was honestly a stretch for me, scared I’d have to deal with a billion teenage hormones. Instead I taught a nice history class and I loved every student.
“Hey, babe , I’m home,” I called out as I sat my school bag down and took off his jacket, hanging it on the rack.
“Did you kill my dog yet?” I asked coming into the living room where Ashton was, chilling on the couch, my dog laying at his feet.
“You kill one cactus and lemon tree and suddenly they don’t trust you with living creatures,” Ash said and I moved to kiss him, “How was school?”
“It was okay. How was your day?”
“nothing special. Some studio time but I’m glad for our day off tomorrow,” Ashton said with a smile, “How about some exquisite cuisine for dinner?”
“Oh, god, you didn’t cook, did you?” I asked him, sitting in his lap and he groaned at me.
“No, I ordered food online. It’s supposed to be like a dinner date in a box,” Ashton said, his boyish smile shining as he looked at me.
“Ooh, someone is trying to get laid tonight,” I teased him and he shook his head.
“Is it so hard I would like to treat my lovely, lovely wife,” Ashton said and I just stared at him, “And maybe make a baby with you tonight.”
“On one condition,” I said and Ashton’s eyes glazed over, “Oh you want me to do that thing you like?”
“No, you dirty boy, will you help chaperone my field trip tomorrow?”
“Are there gonna be teenagers?” Ashton asked and I rolled my eyes, “Please babe.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. But that means that you DEFINITELY have to not sleep until 2am tonight.”
“Sir, you have school tomorrow as well,” he giggled at that.
“I haven’t been in school in so long. Is algebra still being taught?”
“Kiss me,” he did so, “Now shut up.”
keeping yours purposely short bc i’ll write you a full one later
