“L ook at us,” I flip through the Sweet Things app. at the pictures of Tales and I, looking hot as fuck in the ad we did. She’s in a hot little bra and panty set and I’m in matching underwear. “Fuck Tales, I am like an acces‐ sory to your hotness.”

“Right,” she blushes as she stands next to me at the sink with suds on her hands washing the dishes from dinner. “You’ll never be my accessory. You’ll always be my Rock Star.”

“Not true babe,” I smile and look at her. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

I look up and she shrugs. Oh shit, I think. “Oh, no, you sit right here and make this about you, superstar,”

Madison said after our argument in the conference room. “I take the dramatic exits in this family. You just shine, big brother. Just. Fucking. Shine.”

Am I that much of a dick, I scratch my head and wonder.

“You’re getting behind,” Tallia laughs as she flicks soap from her fingers at me to get my attention.

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I look back at her and she must see that I’m tripping. Her eyes do that ogre’s cat-sad- eye thing she does.

“Baby,” I smile and look away. “What’s the green og—.” “Shrek,” she laughs. “And that cat —.” “Puss in boots,” she giggles again.

“Yeah.” That cat and emerald city looking at me, all sad like.

“You okay?” She asks.

“Do I look okay,” I wink and she nods. I reach down and grab my dick. “I feel okay too.”

“Memphis,” she gasps looking around like someone might see me.

I grab the faucet head that acts as a sprayer when she’s not looking and point it at her.

“You wouldn’t,” she gives me a look and I squeeze the trigger.

“NO!!!” she screams and laughs, lunging to grab it. I hold it up so she can’t reach it and she just stands there laughing as she jumps trying to get it.

Finally I stop when both of us are laughing hysterically.

She tries, and almost succeeds in grabbing the hose, I grab her and my feet fly out from under me.

One arm around Tales, a hand on the counter trying to catch myself and then my ass on the ground.

Laughing she puts her hands on my chest and pushes herself up. “How did a boy like me get so fucking lucky Tales?”

She looks at me and tilts her head, “I’m the lucky one.”

“No baby, not even fucking close,” I sit up and take her face in my hands, “I have the hottest piece of ass at my disposal every night, well except for around the fifteenth of the month, then,” I cringe, “things get a little-.”

She pushes my shoulders, “Don’t even.”

“Hottest ass, even around the fifteenth of the month,” I smirk. “Biggest heart, twenty-four-seven.”

“Aw,” she says and hugs me.

“Aw,” I say hugging her back. “You Tales, you’re my superstar.”

After a few minutes she leans back, “We’re both lucky.”

“We sure are,” I lean in to kiss her and she puts her hands on my shoulders, “You know what today is?”

“Not a special day I should remember and if I didn’t I am a complete fucking asshole.”

She shakes her head no, “It’s the fourteenth of the month.”

I hold her waist in one arm, grab the counter with my hand, “Hang on.”

I stand up with her smiling as bright as the moon, “Take me to bed Rock Star.”

I walk out of the bathroom and she is already asleep. Her head is on my pillow; she is covered with the thin black sheet, her still damp curly hair is piled in a haphazard bun on top of her head. I smile knowing I’m the one who made it that way, and I’m the only one who will ever make it that way again.

It has been eight months since I proposed to her here in our house. Not once has she pushed for a wedding date, not once has she mentioned our wedding, not once has she acted like so many other women out there would. Because she is not any other woman, she is Tales.

She is the sweetest sunshine in a retro tee shirt. She doesn’t need make-up, hell she doesn’t need heels or a fancy dress for me to be able to spot her in a crowded venue or a backstage with a hundred VIP’s waiting in line to get an autograph. There is no doubt I could spot her from as far away as the moon.

We are so busy, too busy to plan a wedding, but hey, around here they happen everyday.

Her eyes flutter open and she looks up at me, “Come to bed.”

“We need to set a date.”

“A what?” she asks sitting up, holding the sheet in front of her.

“We need to start planning our wedding. I want you to have the biggest, fanciest wedding —”

“We don’t have time for all that Memphis, don’t be silly.” She says and pats my side of the bed, “Come on.”

“Hell, we could have done it in Cali, in a courthouse, anywhere.”

“But we didn’t,” she smiles and pats the bed again.

I push myself off the wall and walk to the bed, then climb in. “You deserve more than that. You deserve to wear one of those princess style dresses, with a tiara, hell we can get you glass slippers like that chick, with the mice that turn into-.”

“I am not dressing up like Cinderella.”

“Right Cinderella,” I shake my head. “You certainly are Tales, that day will be all about you.”

“No Memphis, when we have time that day will be all about you, me, and forever.”

“We could get Mumford and Sons or some shit. We can make it the-.”

She puts her hand on my heart then takes mine and puts it on hers, “You, me, and forever. No stage, no spotlight, and no hurry.”

“You and Madison will have a great time planning-.”

“Goodnight Memphis,” she lays down and rolls over, her back is towards me.

“You trying to tell me something Tales? You’re not ready to get married?” I’m a little pissed off about it, okay a lot.

“Goodnight Memphis, I love you.” “Tallia Annabelle —.” “Cramps, period, pads —.” “Okay, okay, can’t we just say snuggle week for fuck’s

sake?” I groan and lay down. “Goodnight Memphis, I love you.”