Tru grunted as she tried to unscrew the lid of the jar.
"Need a hand with that, little lady?" Liam grinned.
"You're enjoying this way too much," she replied, handing the jar over.
Liam chuckled. "For once, I feel like I'm around for a purpose."
"Oh, you're so unsung," Tru teased.
"Hey," he protested. "Opening jars, carrying groceries, rearranging heavy furniture? That's my job. I believe it's in the contract."
"Contract?"
"Marriage vows, contract. You know. Unwritten rule."
"Sexist."
"Weakling."