An Insider Opinion

(My fiancé and I are lying in bed, getting ready to fall asleep. My stomach has been upset, and I’m just generally not feeling well.)

Me: *plaintively* “Why don’t my insides like me?”

Fiancé: “I like you.”

Me: “But you’re not—” *I break off, giggling as I realize what I was thinking*

Fiancé: “What were you going to say?”

Me: “I was about to say, ‘But you’re not inside me.'”

Fiancé: “Is that the only time my opinion matters?”

(We both laugh, and it put me in a good enough mood to fall asleep.)