Submissive.

You knew what they said... 'Happy wife happy life'. It was a saying for a reason.

You didn't want Emily to be angry at you and you didn't want to be fighting over something so little. Even if she was hiding something, it wasn't worth it. You went to sleep alone that night, but early the next morning you approached Emily sitting at the dining table. She was tapping on an iPad, but put it aside when you sat down. She looked at you expectantly and waited.

"Emily... I'm sorry we fought last night. It was pointless." You said.

She stared at you for a while then shook her head. "It wasn't pointless. I think we need to make some things very clear if we're going to get married." She spoke in a stern tone which still reflected the harsh anger she had last night, but you could tell she was controlling it.

"Firstly, my business is my own. Even if we get married. You need to understand this. You can't control me, okay? I'm free to do whatever I want. Just because we're getting married doesn't mean you get to make my choices." She said.

You slowly nodded. "I understand." You agreed. You didn't completely agree with what she was saying, but you want to be able to accept her to make this work.

"Good." She seemed relieved by your acceptance.

"And the other thing is that you need to accept what I say a bit more. I feel like you always think the worst of what I suggest." She said.

Again, you didn't completely agree, but you nodded either way. "I'll try a bit harder Emily." You told her. She seemed happy with your response.

You then got ready for work and left for the daily grind. You spend the day productively getting most of your work done quickly and you were home early much to your delight. Emily was dressed and ready to leave as you arrived home. You raised an eyebrow when you met at the front door.

"Hi honey. Where are you headed?" You asked.

"Just popping down to the shop for a few minutes. We need to get milk and butter." She explained with a smile, but you were distracted by her outfit. She was wearing a tight black top, skirt and leggings, all of which complimented her body.

"Why don't you come with me?" She asked.