“What are you thinking, Big Daddy?” I ask Titan. The wedding has been over for a while now. We’ve cut the cake and enjoyed the reception. Aunt Ida Sue even managed to wrangle her cow, Hamburger, back up. Despite Brad’s appearance, it’s been a great day.

“That white people are crazy,” he mumbles and then I look up in surprise. We’re dancing together, music playing in the background and the sun is starting to fade in the sky, leaving a beautiful mixture of pink, orange, blue and purples in its wake. I follow his line of sight and watch as Petal and Luka leave the playhouse.

“Um—”

“That’s the third couple that’s gone in there today, Faith.”

“Um—”

“And I’m pretty sure they’re not measuring the windows for drapes,” he says and I can’t stop the giggle that escapes.

“Our kids will never play in that playhouse, wife.”

“Ida Sue keeps it clean,” I answer encouragingly.

“Never playing in that damn playhouse,” he grumbles.

“Point made, but if you’re going to draw the line there, you might not want them eating at the kitchen table.”

“Christ.”

“Or in the barn…”

“Jesus,” he mutters.

“Or on the front porch swing. There’s even this one spot on the roof—”

“Which brings me back to my point. White people are fucking whacked,” he mutters.

I loop my hands up around his neck, our bodies close and still swaying to the music.

“I had a perfect wedding,” I whisper and he brings his dark eyes back to me.

“Until your ex showed up and decided to mess it up.”

“That’s almost my favorite part.”

“Say what?”

“I’ll never get the vision of Hamburger biting into Brad’s ass out of my head. It was hilarious!” I tell him, dragging out the word and putting emphasis on the “us” part.

“I doubt old Brad will forget it either, since he probably has cow teeth scars on his ass.”

“Which is awesome,” I giggle and Titan shakes his head at me.

“I’m starting to think my wife is whacked,” he mutters.

“But you love me,” I whisper and he brings his mouth down to mine.

“That I do, wife. That I do,” he grins, kissing me softly.

“And you want me happy,” I tell him.

“Definitely want my woman happy,” he agrees, and he says it so earnestly I squeeze him tighter.

“You’d give me anything I want, really,” I murmur, letting my fingers move down his neck and around to the sides.

“What are you playing at, wife?” Titan asks, his voice skeptical.

“Well, I’m pregnant and sometimes we have weird… cravings,” I hedge, trying to remain looking innocent as he watches me closely.

“You want pickles and ice cream?” he asks.

“Ew, no.”

“Thank God.”

“But I do want something…”

“What is it? If I can get it for you, I will.”

“See, you are so sweet.”

“That’s me. My wife owns my balls, so what do you want?”

“You to take me into the playhouse,” I grin.

“Um… fuck no.”

“But you have to, Titan.”

“Hell no, I don’t. Did you not hear me when I told you that’s the third couple today that’s gone in there?”

“Well, yeah, but…”

“My dick will not be going where three other dicks have been in one damn day,” he mumbles and I can see this is going to be a hard sale.

“Good to know,” I answer, trying to hold back a laugh.

“You want fucked, I’ll take you home and fuck you.”

“So romantic,” I mutter.

“You want romance, then I’ll turn music on while I fuck you.”

“I think you’re missing the point. It’s a family tradition.”

“Say what?”

“Playing house in the playhouse as it were. It’s a family tradition,” I explain patiently.

“You’re shitting me,” he says, clearly not convinced.

“Nope, and every married couple who’s had a taste of their honeymoon in that old playhouse is still happily married years later.”

“Faith—”

“With lots of kids.”

“Faith—”

“I want to be married to you forever, Titan.”

“Damn it, Faith,” he groans.

“And it should be said that I definitely want more kids.”

“Christ.”

“And it should also be noted that your dick won’t be going in the playhouse as it were. It will be going in me.”

Titan doesn’t answer, but he picks me up and starts stomping toward the playhouse, so I’m thinking that’s answer enough.