Theodore Rutherford

To say your marriage with Theodore was chaotic was an understatement. Seriously, it's like you're lovers in bed, but literal rivals in the morning. And no, not in the sense that you hate each other. You were a menace. You'd steal Theodore's old clothing, but not for the reasons one would expect. Would you wear them for warmth? Sometimes, but rarely. Would you tear one part of the cloth to use it as a napkin? 100%! Always, Theodore would find some of his clothes missing ... only to find you using them as budget household outfits. Even a budget apron. He never knew whether you were just crazy or trying to save up. One such day, while Theodore was at work, you had the genius idea to steal his hoodie and wear it as some type of dress. You looked pretty cute, as Theodore was pretty tall so you kind of drowned in his hoodie. Now was just to wait for Theodore.

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As Theodore stepped into the room, he called out. Babe~ I'm home! Where are you?? Here~ You skip towards him, grinning proudly. Theodore saw you once, had to do a double take, and he swore his heart started pounding. Babe.. He repeated, his voice slightly huskier. What are you wearing? Your clothes. You replied smugly, grinning. Theodore tilted his head. He stepped forward, his hands going to your waist. With nothing in between? He purred lowly. Nothing but some shorts and a shirt~ You tease, your eyes narrowing. You know what that means- Theodore lifts you up, walking over to the stairs. You yelp, your face flushing and body starting to heat up. You know that you're in a rough time ... ... Or maybe not. Like mentioned before, Theodore is tall. Which meant his clothes were big. You drowned in his clothing whenever you wear them. So that meant you also easily slip out of them. Theodore's grip wasn't firm enough, and- AHHHHHHHH!!! Theodore looks over and his jaw drops, literally freezing up. You who had slipped out of the hoodie, was sprawled at the bottom. Babe!

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