His Wife Heard The Commotion

"Oh, there you are." A soft voice said.

Fredrick's wife, Victoria, walked into the study and brushed some of her golden hair from her shoulders. She was dressed in a neoclassical laced dress. Her eyes were trained on the red faced doll planting supple kisses on his feet. Fredrick saw a hint of what looked like disdain, even if she tried to hide it. "Reading, I see. Among other things. I would have needed the house CPU to tell me where to find you if it weren't for all the convenient moaning."

"Clearly it was for your benefit." He laughed. She rolled her eyes, but it was undercut by her playful smirk.

"I just needed to remind you about the opera tonight." She said. "Considering you're still in your night robe fooling around with a doll, I suspect you didn't put it in your mental calendar."

"Opera?" He rose from his chair, shoeing Am to the side. She scampered out of the way of her Master.

"We discussed this two times last week and once the month before." She put her hands on her hips. A ping to his cyber brain contained records of the logged conversations. "Marcus has a secondary role in the cast. I promised I would attend it."

"And you're sure this is something that requires my attendance?" He sighed. The fact that Marcus was her college ex went unspoken between the two of them.

"Go without my husband? Who wants that kind of talk?" She walked over and tugged at his hand. "Besides, check the logs, Freddie Dear. You promised me on two different occasions that you would go." Fredrick groaned unhappily, but didn't resist as she pulled him along by the arm.

"Oh, and you really ought to refrain from reassigning the dolls so much." She batted her eyelashes at him. The intended message was quite clear. "Am needs to join Ta on dinner. She was supposed to be down to help ten minutes ago."

"CPU, assign Am to kitchen." Victoria called out. The doll rose mechanically from her knees and stepped past her owners as fast as she could. Victoria's narrow eyes followed her. Fredrick sighed and wrapped his arm around his wife's side and gave a gentle squeeze. Her jealousy was cute. What's the point of being jealous over a doll?

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