Vaguely, in all his "pureblood" discussion with others, it had seemed like the wife was suppose to listen to the husband. This was not happening, so far, in his and Diana's marriage. Cash pursed his lips. He took a deep breath, remembered that their was no point in getting huffy over everything, especially when others were around to witness it.

"I didn't cheat on you," Cash hissed. Okay, so technically he had. But at that point he was at the mindset that since it was an arranged marriage, that he was cheating. They were only betrothed after all. Cash grit his teeth though. His mother had told him to choose his battles, this was one that Cash wanted to choose, but he really didn't want to fight everytime he saw Diana. "I don't like be followed," he told her firmly but did not pursue the subject any further.

"Why do I have to be the one to tell them, Diana?" Cash whined. "Why can't we both just write them together?" Compromise, see? If compromise meant Diana getting her way. "Good luck avoiding them forever," he warned Diana. Because eventually his mother would come to call if she didn't see her daughter-in-law.

Cash took another drink of his butterbeer. He looked at Diana thoughtfully. "How about this, love," he started, "I'll tell them when you find out what we're having. Then we can just give it to them in one swoop without them annoying us forever about it? You can just write me and let me know." It seemed to make sense to him.


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