Cabin Fever

"That's Punk and lacy." he chuckled. "This is you and me. And yeah, the room's nice." he wrapped his arms around her.

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"Lead the way." she said as she went to follow him.

She nodded a bit. "Fine, I won't worry about them right now." she chuckled and leaned back against him.

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He nodded and led her to where their room was. "Here it is."

"Very good." He grinned and kissed her neck. "I won't act on it now, but there are a few conversations and a few pictures you've been sending me.."

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She looked around, taking her jacket off and setting it down on the bed. She went over to the patio window to look outside, where it was snowing. "It's so pretty outside."

"Oh." she blushed. "I almost forgot about those." she giggled.

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"Yeah, it is." he said as he looked out the window as well. "Remember when you came to Chicago one time and saw snow for the first time?" he chuckled.

"Did you? I certainly didn't." he smirked and nipped her ear gently.

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"Yeah, and you dragged me out to go play in it." She laughed softly. "You gave me a promise ring that day."

"Must have been hard to control yourself for a month." she smirked a bit.

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"I did." he nodded. "And to this day I'm still making sure I try to keep that promise." he told her. "...it was a good day, that day."

"Me? You were the one leaving those little voicemails."

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"Yeah." She smiled a little wistfully. "Things were easier."

"Oh sue me." she snorted. "I was trying to make the month really....hard for you." she laughed.

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"I agree." he nodded. "Definitely much easier."

"You got something hard but it sure as hell wasn't the month." he said.

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She looked back towards the window. "I wish things were like that again."

She laughed. "Sorry?" she grinned as she turned to face him.

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"So do I, but I'm trying Lace. I know that we can go back to being us and I want that. I'm trying so hard."

"You are not." He smirked as he squeezed her playfully.

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"I don't know what else we can do." she said, crossing her arms gently over her chest.

"Am too." she chuckled.

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"Well, I'm not giving up." he told her. "I'm hoping that this weekend will start making things go right for us. It doesn't have to be anything big, but just something."

"Maybe you should show me how sorry you are."

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"Like what?" She asked. "What are you looking for?"

"Hm, I should." she nodded. "Maybe later.' she grinned and kissed his cheek.

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"Anything, Lace. I need to know that you're trying too and that it's not just me. I'm looking for any sign to tell us that we're going to be okay and that we still have each other."

"You are a tease." he grumbled and let her go.

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"I am trying. You asked me to come home and then you took on more work so you wouldn't be around the house." she said. "This is not fun anymore. And I get that marriage is not all fun and games. But I haven't woken up and been genuinely happy in a very long time. So that's why I say that I don't know what to do anymore, because I don't."

"You love me." she snorted and took her jacket off, hanging it up. "Should we...wait for Punk and Lacy so we can all decide to do something?" she asked as she sat on the bed.

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"I told you that if you wanted me home, I would have gladly stayed home. I only did that because I thought you wanted your space to think and I didn't want to hover you." he told her. "I thought maybe I was doing the right thing for once." he shook his head. "I just don't get it, Lace. I thought we were happy all these months. We celebrated our anniversary, spent time away on weekends together, went on dates, traveled together and everything. I don't know what went wrong." he said as he sat on the bed and put his face into his hands. He wasn't about to let Lacy see him cry.

"If you want." he chuckled. "I can think of some other things I'd rather be doing."

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Lacy felt terrible, watching him break down like that. "I..I told you that it wasn't you. It's me. I've told you that I don't deserve you, and I don't know, maybe I convince myself of that so well that I just leave." She went over and knelt in front of him, taking his hands in hers. "You are everything I've ever asked for and more, that's why I always say you don't need me in your life," she told him honestly. "And maybe I just got so used to dealing with bullshit that when you came along and showed me how much you loved me, I pushed you away. I'm sorry. I really.. really am." She frowned as she bit her lip to keep from crying.

"Like unpacking?" she joked. "Come here you big baby."

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He held her hands and listened to what she had to say, nodding a bit. "I understand what you're saying, Lacy. I really do. It's just we've been together for so long and all I ever do is try to make you happy. I just wish that you would allow me to and allow yourself to be that way. Just let me in Lacy, please.' he begged asked her. "Don't push me away anymore. Let me continue to be the man that you do deserve and let me show you what it means to be truly happy."

He pouted and went over to her.

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She sniffled a little and was silent for a moment before nodding. "Okay."

She was amused but rolled her eyes and pulled him down to her, leaning up to kiss him. "Make out session." she chuckled and went back to kiss him.

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"...really?" he asked as he looked at her.

"I still think you're a tease." He smirked and kissed her back, resting his hands on her hips.

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"Really." She nodded a little.

"Not me." She said as she nipped at his bottom lip. "I'm thinking about making this an advanced make out session..." She said as she reached for his pants as unbuttoned them. "...but you're calling me a tease and I'm not so sure now."

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He kissed her forehead. "I love you so much, Lacy. I promise that you won't regret this. I'm going to make you so happy. You're it for me and I don't ever want to let you go." He said as he brought her up to sit on his lap so that he could wrap his arms around her, wipe her tears away and kiss her cheek.

"If you stop doing what you're doing then you are definitely a tease." he groaned.

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"I know," she said softly, wrapping an arm around his neck and using her free hand to wipe away his tears.

"Then be nice." she smirked and kissed at his neck while starting to push his pants down.

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"Do you love me, Lacy?" he asked.

"Mhm..." He muttered, holding her to him.

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"I do." Lacy nodded. "Very much."