The bag of frozen peas felt good on Mike's swollen balls.
It had been four long days since his vasectomy and most of the pain was gone but his scrotum was still about the size of a large orange. So, being a bit of a drama queen, or king in this case, Mike was flat on his back in their queen-sized bed, peas in place, just relaxing and being waited on, hand, foot and balls.
"Suz," he called down the stairs. "Could I have a can of pop? I need to take another pill."
"Be right there. I'm putting the kids down."
Flicking channels absentmindedly, Mike let his mind drift randomly from thought to thought and was deeply engrossed in one concerning his boss's boss, a pair of pliers and a blowtorch when Suzy strode into the room.
The sense of purpose evident in her movements caught Mike's eye immediately and he opened his mouth to speak.
"NOT..a..word," Suzy barked, moving to the foot of the bed, directly in front of him. She grabbed the comforter and in one motion, threw it, Mike's makeshift icepack and the previously sleeping cat on the floor beside her.
Naked on the bed, Mike stared at his wife of fifteen years in shock and bewilderment. He started to open his mouth again to speak, "Wha..."
"I said shut up." Suzy hissed as she pulled her top over her head, letting her breasts flop against her body. She tossed the tanktop aside and hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her pants, she pushed them to the floor. Freeing her legs of the clothing, she placed a pedicured foot on the low footboard of the bed.