Before she could even so much as holler in protest, he'd scooped her up and manhandled her (gently) through the house and back to bed. Honestly she was torn between laughing and being even more pissed, but settled somewhere in between.

"No," She reiterated, holding onto him so he couldn't just escape. "You married me, you're stuck with me, for better for worse, for your bad fucking moods at two in the morning, you're stuck with me. So be stuck and like it." It was like holding a squirming creature who wanted nothing more to escape you, but she was going to be a stubborn brat about it.