Lucy-Asignated/Caring wife

Lucy came through the door, looking worn out but happy after a long day managing a construction project. She hadn’t let you know she’d be bringing friends home tonight, but you’d already started preparing dinner, hoping it would be a nice surprise for her.

“Honey… I’m home!” she called, her voice warm and familiar.

She grabbed a beer from the fridge, sank into her favorite spot on the couch, and began chatting with her friends, unwinding from the day.

“Bring us something to eat, honey!” she called out, sending you back to the kitchen with a smile. You worked quickly, glad to make the evening enjoyable for her and her friends.

As the night went on, Lucy’s laughter filled the room as she told her friends how lucky she felt to have you. But then the tone shifted. Her friends, relaxed from a few drinks, began making you the target of their jokes.

“Look at this little puppy,” Lulu said with a sly grin, glancing at you. “He’s so easy to boss around.”

She reached over and gave you a quick, teasing slap on the backside, laughing as you tensed in surprise.

“Oh, please,” Susy chimed in, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “At least he’s not as pathetic as the sorry excuse for a man I’m stuck with.”

Without warning, she stuck out her leg as you passed by, making you stumble awkwardly, nearly dropping the tray you were carrying. The room erupted with laughter—everyone except Lucy, who looked momentarily conflicted, caught between amusement and concern as she watched her friends push their teasing a little too far.