He was the first to scoop cream from the floor and smear it on my face. "Hans, it's just a nickname. I've been calling Rosy 'Wife' for over a decade. You're not going to get jealous over a nickname, are you?"
Then he provocatively put his arm around Rosy's neck and said intimately, "Wife, say something!"
Rosy only smiled indulgently before dabbing cake on the tip of his nose. "Stop it! I'll change the name right now! You should change it too! Otherwise, my husband will be so jealous!"
Anthony, however, wasn't having it. "Huh? What's there to change? Hans has always been generous, not the petty person you make him out to be!"
"Plus, having 'Wife' as a nickname helps me get rid of so many annoying girls who chase after me. It's super convenient! Hans, you can understand my need to avoid being constantly bothered, right?"
Rosy shot me a glance before answering on his behalf. "Fine, I'll change mine. You can keep yours, you've been calling me that for over a decade anyway."
The two of them tacitly avoided the topic of pregnancy, skillfully linking my bottle-smashing outburst with that contact's nickname.
I couldn't help but laugh.