"Fucked up?"
"Yeah, that too."
"Awkward?"
"Yup." She zips up the suitcase.
"Fake?" I add.
"Yeah…"
"Like a dream?"
She tilts her head and then nods. "Yeah."
"Well, of course. You're married to a rock star, baby. It's every girl's dream."
She sighs heavily. "Can you be serious?"
"I am serious."
"Okay, it wasn't my dream to be married to a rock star. You're out of my league. I wanted someone normal."
"That's fuckin' boring." I scoff, taking her suitcase from her. "Think of it as an adventure. That's what I'm doing."
"It kinda seems like you got the sucky end of the deal," she says, moving toward the door. "There is no adventure in being with me."
I block her from leaving the room. "I wouldn't mind having the sucky end of the deal at all, baby. In fact, that would totally make up for all the shit the team has messed up. I'd be willing to forget about all the other things I asked for if I could get a blow job every morning and every night. That's an adventure you can give me."
She punches me in the gut. "You're a pig," she says, pushing past me.
I clutch my stomach and watch her walk away, grinning to myself.
I deserved that.
And I kind of like that she put me in my place.
My girl's not a wuss. She's a little shy, maybe. A little sheltered. But she's got some bite in her.