Tim/Mina
Tim had come to realize quickly that he couldn't get mad at Adamina. He could get frustrated, he could get upset with some of the things she said (in public, Merlin), but he couldn't get mad. He'd just end up stewing for a little bit in the garage, tinkering with some spells on wood or other knick knacks he'd been collecting, and then after an hour or so Tim's head was clear and calm enough to come back and be silly with his wife. It was just how he was, it wasn't a problem, he was just a naturally calm person.
The journal entry proclaiming that Tim's...little men weren't functioning as they should was one of those occasions that caused him to hide out in the garage. Adding onto the fact that Adamina had blurted out that she'd been off of contraceptives for two months and not the two weeks Tim and actually thought...well, that had rubbed him the wrong way, too.
His head shot up as the door to the garage opened, and Tim smiled lightly at Adamina's slightly concerned face.
"Hm?"
"I made dinner, it's ready," she looked worried, as if waiting for a scolding, but it never came. Tim put down the hammer and came over to her, arms going around Mina's waist and pulling her gently to him.
"Did you really?" he asked, even though it wasn't really a surprise. Adamina nodded and fiddled with the top button of his shirt. "What did you make?"
Tim's eyebrows quirked up as Adamina's expression shifted into something shy.
"Hm?"
"Salmon."
"Ohhh, Mina!"
"I COULDN'T HELP IT!"
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