The next day I woke up with a substantial headache from the drinking.  I looked over at Jen who was nowhere to be found.  Where was she?  What time was it?  I looked at my clock, it was 7.48am.

I decided to drag myself to the bathroom and then made my way around the house to try and find her.  It wasn’t hard, all I had to do was follow the smell of cooking coming from the kitchen. 

I could hear the music being played, was that Exo? Then I could hear the singing.  Man, she was bad at singing.  Like bad.  I couldn’t help the smile forming on my face as I tip toed down the hall and peeked into the kitchen. 

She was cooking, what looked like pancakes, and dancing around to the music.  The dancing was fine, it was cute and y in my oversized t-shirt but the singing was definitely bad.  I stood at the door watching her wiggle about dancing and singing to herself before I couldn’t help it and I broke down in a fit of giggles.  She whipped around at me evidently looking horror struck that I had been watching her. 

‘Your . . .  singing . . .  so  . . .  bad’ I managed between giggles. 

She pulled a face at me causing me to actually double over laughing. 

She turned her back on me continuing to cook as I made my way over to her and put my arms around her waist, I kissed her neck a couple of times.

‘It’s really bad’ I whispered and broke down laughing again.  Tears actually spilling from my eyes. 

She turned around with her hands on her hips giving me a faux stern look and started to laugh with me. 

‘I know . . . I know’ she kept repeating, causing me fresh fits of laughter.  Somehow it just seemed funnier to me than she knew she was so bad at singing and yet she sang anyway. 

As I slowly began to regain control I took her in my arms again, her eyes full of tears from laughing and I bent down to kiss her. 

‘I love you’ I told her. 

‘Despite my terrible singing ability?’ she pouted cutely.

‘I definitely don’t love you because you can sing’ the laughing fit came back.

She gave me a shove. ‘Ok, it’s not really that bad’ she pouted putting pancakes onto a plate.

‘Oh, my love’ I sighed ‘It really is that bad’ I couldn’t keep my face straight.

She huffed at me cutely and shoved the plate of pancakes in my hand.

‘I was going to bring you these in bed, but you’re up now.  Maybe you’ll love my cooking more than my singing’.

I was spinning with love and laughter.  I adored the tiny woman in front of me who was absolutely tone deaf.  Her flaw only seemed to make her more attractive to me. 

I settled down to t