Tig clenched her hands into tight fists. It was only as she fought against her worsening temper and the urge to make a spectacle of herself that she realized that she was in pain. It wasn't anything serious yet but it was enough to make her highly irritable. Tig was only further annoyed by her own self-perceived weakness. Naturally the best balm for this was directing her fury at her husband. "You first," she spat viciously. "To hell with your schedule!" She hoped somehow that he'd be able to tell from the way she was looking at him that she wanted nothing more than to bludgeon him with a heavy object but that she was opting instead to furiously retreat from his study before the cramping she felt progressed and reduced her to a pathetic mess.
After a brief pause, she retreated backwards towards the door and only at the last second turned her back on him to actually walk through it and leave.
After a brief pause, she retreated backwards towards the door and only at the last second turned her back on him to actually walk through it and leave.
