My husband blocked my path and when I moved to go around him, he asked me if I had forgotten something. I said "um, don't think so" as I really couldn't think of anything. He reminded me that we had agreed that I would only get two pieces. I said "yeah, but I like three." He just stood there looking at me. It finally dawned on me that he was expecting me to ask permission to get it (insert blonde joke here). I was incredulous, to put it mildly. I think I even asked him if he was serious. He was. So with a huge grin on my face, I asked him if I could also get this other piece. And with the shopkeeper looking on and not five feet away, my husband, the man I believed didn't have it in him, said "beg for it". I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, I was that happy.
last night, my husband asked if I would consider referring to him as "Master".
I cried reading this Tessa. That's wonderful.