Ned Flanders.

This one is just kind of a joke. If you don’t want to read it, it’s fine, but I’m warning you that it’s going to make a lot of fun of the Kingstache.

You were laying on your stomach reading a book. It was nightime, and Henry was in the bathroom getting ready for bed.

Kal was laying on the ground beside you, getting a small pet every now and then. Your book was strategically placed on your tilted pillow. You had a small bowl with grapes on your nightstand, eating some every now and then.

The lights in the room were dimmed, only a small lamp iluminating as much as it could. The sound of the water running stopped, indicating that Henry was done with washing his teeth.

You decided to start moving, you rolled to be on your back and tried to get underneath the covers without missing your spot. After getting cozy underneath the thick blankets, you ate the remaining grapes quickly and placed your bookmark on the book.

You snuggled in deeper, ready to hug your very hot and warm husband. He had started growing a lumberjack style beard, which you loved.

Kal went to his dog bed, that was placed against the corner in front of you, close to the door.

The bathroom door opened, letting some light escape through the crack. You closed you eyes, already imagining how cozy you were going to be, opposite to the freezing British winter that was outside.

You felt weight dipping the mattress, and you extended an arm and placed it on his chest. You snuggled on his shoulder, feeling his small chuckle.

“Missed me, love?” He ran a hand over your shoulders, placing you closer to him.

“Always.” You lifted your hand to caress his bearded cheek, only to find bare skin. You furrowed your eyebrows, but still didn’t open your eyes. “What happened to the beard, bear?”

“I wanted to try something new ” The way he said it made you feel like you might not like it.

You rose your head to look at what was he talking about. Once you registered what you saw, you jumped out of the bed, making Kal jump out of his bed too.

“What is that?” Henry turned to lean his head on his hand.

“You don’t like it, sweetheart?” You took a few steps back.

“Why do you look like James Gordon? I thought you were Superman.” Henry let out a loud belly laugh, making Kal relax.

“I fall more in love with you when you make a DC reference.” You gasped, mad that he found this funny.

“Excuse me, I wasn’t jesting. You look like James Gordon and Ned Flanders had a love child.” Henry fell completely on his back, his laughter filling the room.

“I can’t believe you just called me Ned Flanders.” You groaned, silently hoping for him to grow the beard back tomorrow.

“Please tell me this is a one day thing.” Henry sat up and extended his arms.

“Come here, baby.” You looked at him unsure, but gave in. Once you were comfortable, Henry started speaking.

“This is going to last for a year, my love.” You tried to move away, not wanting to hear anything else. “It’s for Mission: Impossible.”

You placed your face against his chest. “Say you quit.” Henry laughed again. “I’m serious. Tomorrow, you tell Mr. Cruise that your wife hated it and that you have to shave it off.”

Henry laughed and tickled your insides. “He doesn’t like it when you call him Mr. Cruise.”

“Then tell him I’ll stop calling him Mr. Cruise if he lets you shave it off ”

“But I like it.” You shook your head, still against his chest.

“I don’t.”

“But it’s my face.”

“You’re my husband, what’s yours is mine. Therefore, your face is mine too.” Henry leaned back, making you both lay down.

“Let’s sleep on it.”

“I won’t change my opinion.”

“Just sleep.” Henry closed his eyes and heard.

“Goodnight, Ned Flanders.”