Boyfriend

"What?" you asked your wife, seeing the strange look on her face.

"He...he wants me to stay the night," your wife said, looking down, clearly embarrassed to even say it, let alone ask it.

"We talked about this," you said, "it...that was a ground rule."

"I...I know," she said, "you're right."

"You told him no, I assume."

"I...I said I'd talk to you about it," she said.

"Honey!"

"Listen," your wife said, looking up at you, "I...I know we talked about this and you were right. I mean, when I started seeing him, I get it was important to you. Heck, it was important to me, too. But..."

"But what?"

"I mean, it's been six months. It's not just a fling, baby, it's real and, well, it's not unreasonable for my boyfriend to want me to spend the night."

"B...boyfriend?" you stammered.

She turned, smiled. "What else am I supposed to call him?"

"I...I don't know," you answered, "I just...he..."

"Listen, baby," she said, "it's just on date nights, you'll still get me the rest of the week."

"B...boyfriend..."

"Boyfriend," she said.