"Oh hush, mortal. You'll never understand what women go through every month so don't judge me."

He smirked and shook his head, his eyes straying to his coffee maker.

But the thought of getting up from where he was seemed preposterous.

He suddenly dropped his hands and stared back at her, narrowing his eyes.

"What are you doing up anyway?"

"Had a fight with Amine. Newsflash: he slept in his office last night. And I couldn't sleep so.. I've been eating."

"You told me that was a one time thing, a moment of weakness."

"It multiplied. And multiplied."

He scrunched up his face and shook his head.

"Thanks. I just saw that."

"Ya welcome!"

She stopped eating and fell back on her pillows, groaning in such a funny way that made Sam think of a dying cow.

"Told you to stop."

"Shut up. What are you doing today?"

He pushed himself off the chair and went to make coffee. It was time to move.

"I don't have anything planned. But I'm not going to be home. You know how much I hate it."

She went quiet and he turned the laptop to him, raising a brow.

"There's something else isn't there?"

"Heinvitedmetohisfathersbirthdaypartyandithinkthatsmovingtoofast. I wanna go but I don't want to! What if they don't like me? When those Lebanese people don't like you, they can be really horrible. And I'm not worried about what they'll say. I'm worried about what I'll say in return because you know how I am when I'm mad. Like a bear poked with a stick repeatedly while it's hibernating. I'm born again but my mouth needs baptism with holy water."

She huffed and slapped her hands on her cheeks, letting it slowly cover her face.

He pulled his bottom lip on his mouth and bit on it to keep from laughing. It was funny but she's dead serious.

"Okay. So what's the problem here? You don't want to go? Or you do."

"I do! It's another step and I want to take it but I'm scared. It was never supposed to become serious. But he just..ugh. He didn't let me leave and he slept in my arms and he's so beautiful. And his stupid ass thinks he's going to stay a workaholic. Over my dead body."

"Okay wifey. Y'all married now?"

The coffee was ready and he poured a cup, lifted it to her and took a sip.

"No we're not. That's beside the point! Do I go or not?"

"Go. Stay a couple hours. Maybe two. Then I'll call you and get you out of there. Tell him you have a thing on that day so he feels important when you decide to give him a few hours."

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