Now that she was relaxed and slightly cooled down, Daphne could look back at their fight without feeling like a puddle of hot garbage juice. She treated Harry so badly and all they did was argue anymore. She didn't deserve him. Harry deserved someone who could love him and respect him and not pick arguments with him. Daphne wasn't that person, and while she was over the whole 'getting an annulment' business, she still wondered if this was the best choice for her.
He made her happy, Harry did. He made her outrageously happy, actually. He was so good to her and he loved her and cherished her, and all she did was argue with him. The thought of that made her sick. Actually, had Daphne not changed the path of her thoughts, she was positive she would have thrown herself out of the tub to get sick.
However, rather than throwing herself out of the tub, something familiar joined her. Now with two bodies in the tub, the water spilled over the edge silently as she opened her eyes and saw her fully clothed husband laying right on top of her. Once hand reached up and brushed the hair away from his face as she gave him a gentle smile.