It wasn't that he found what she said or her funny, but he laughed just the same. The sort of laugh that stopped him in his tracks. Hannibal placed a hand on her shoulder, the other set the pole against the rail of the pier, then curled around her waist. "You have never failed at anything Abby. You don't know how. I know that is true for the hunter and the woman in you."
How could she think she could ever fail at being his wife? That was shocking to him. "You are the perfect wife, because you love me. It's all I need."
Kissing her softly on the forehead he sighed. "So, I won't get mad if you turn my underware pink in the laundry. And I will do the cooking."