Aíslynn's P.O.V.

Once I had hung up the phone, I smiled, before hopping onto the aero plane that was taking me to Los Angeles, to my darling Doctor.

I groaned quietly to myself.

4 hours until I saw my husband again. 4 long, tedious, hours.

Reid's P.O.V.

Lila Archer was honestly one of the most boring, self-centered, people I had ever met. But her build was so similar to someone else – someone I did like very much – that I couldn't help but be flustered when she came at me.

When she pulled off her robe to reveal the bikini she wore for her show, I couldn't help but think of the last time that I had seen a bikini like that, but instead of being worn by a bottle blonde with a tan; it was worn by a brilliant redhead with sparkling eyes…..

I was so caught up in my thoughts of Aislynn that I hadn't even realized I was staring until Morgan asked, "You don't mind sharing with me, do you?"

It was at that point that I realized she had drank about half of my soda.

"Shut up!" I spluttered, making Morgan laugh.

Aíslynn's P.O.V.

Finally, I landed at L.A.X. and got into a taxi, giving the driver the address I had gotten from Spencer. The entire drive there, I was practically bouncing with excitement.

Finally, I got there and dropped my luggage on the porch, before I rang the bell. I stood there for a few seconds and waited, before hearing a large SPLASH! followed by my husband's voice.

"Lila, stop it! Stop it, seriously!"

Quick as I could, I raced around back. I could hear someone chasing after me, but at the moment I couldn't've cared less.

Reaching the rear of the house, I immediately found….

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOIN'?" I yelled at the blonde hussy currently assaulting my husband as he tried to climb out of the pool.

That distracted her long enough to give him a chance to climb out of the pool.

"Thanks." He said gratefully, but I was too busy staring down the blonde chick to pay much attention.

She climbed out of the pool, and then walked over to Spencer, pouting.

"What's wrong, baby?" she asked, running a hand down his arm. "I thought you liked it."

I stepped in between them, effectively cutting off the young starlet.

"Obviously, you thought wrong." I said, causing her to shoot me a weak glare. She was a few inches taller than me, but she seemed to shrink under the glare that I sent back.

"Who do you think you are?" she hissed, attempting to appear menacing. I just laughed, leaning back against Spencer's chest. I smiled when I felt his arms wrap around me.

"I'm his wife." I said coldly. "Who the hell are you?"

Then, as if to prove what I said was true, I felt Spencer's hands on my waist, spinning me around so that I was facing him, before his lips claimed mine.

It was like a dose of the sweetest drug, that kiss. Every kiss was. Sadly, this one was destined to be short-lived.

With a crazed screech, the blonde actress lunged at us, before grabbing me and shoving me into the pool.