"Sweetheart, this movie is such a terrible one," he groans for the tenth time in twenty minutes.

"Feel free to go back home and watch the movie of your choice, but right now you get to watch what I choose. If you can't take it any longer, get out of here," I said to him, not moving my eyes from the screen. He groaned again and stood up, making me wonder if he is going to leave.

Instead, he headed upstairs to my room to grab a comforter off my bed and lay on my couch. Cocooning himself into the heavy blanket while he lays his head on my lap....