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You prod at your braids, wiping your forehead as the toaster glares at you. You need to get them taken out, but you can't be bothered to set anything up with staff. You sit at the table with toast as your husband walks into the room.
"Mae?" You say.
"Yes" Maekar turns on the coffee machine. "This fucking machine is always......."
"Sit on my lap" It's a weird request.
Enough for him to spin on his heels and squint at you.
"Babe I wanna see if I can take your weight" You nod at him.
"You can't" He tells you flatly.
"Just humour me?" You push the chair back and wave him over.
You watch him close his eyes with a deep sigh. "Just for a second!" He orders.
He walks over, using the table to steady himself and very very gently sits on your lap. You felt like a bowling ball had been dropped into you lap. He's solid, even as he tries to spread his weight. He quickly gets up. You groan with a high whine.
" Y/N Are you going to work today?" Maekar goes back to his cereal. Or are you just going to drive staff crazy with more idiotic ideas?" He chucks a huge spoon into the bowl.
"Just trying to be spontaneous" You chew on your toast.
"Or piss me off?" Maekar glances at his watch. "I told you, you couldn't manage a man's weight" Maekar gets up.
"I managed Baelor's but I did kind of cheat by scooping up his legs" You admit.
Maekar's brows knit together. He gets his jacket from the rack.
"Y/N, you're very lucky that I like my women weird!" He lightly kisses you on the cheek before he leaves.