This got such a great response that I decided to post the second chapter tonight. :)

"I hate that you work all the time," Laura said.

"I hate that you work with men all the time," Spencer retorted.

They were drunk, or at least, getting there. They had agreed to talk about their problems over a bottle of wine. Laura and Spencer were both laid back in the sand, staring up at the stars, and passing the bottle between them, letting out all their secrets. It was their second night at the beach and the night was warm. Laura had on a gray tight fitting hoodie and a pair of dark brown shorts, and her long brown hair was messy because of the salt water and done up in a bun on top of her head. She had begun to feel better about their marriage since they've been here, and she wanted it to last.

"I hate that you snore," Laura said, giggling as she took a sip from the wine bottle.

Spencer laughed loudly and sat up, "I do not snore! This is supposed to be serious, Laura!"

Laura looked up at him and shrugged, "I am being serious. It drives me nuts whenever you fall asleep before I do because it sounds like I'm sleeping with an angry dog."

"That just hurts. Fine, I hate when you do that thing you do in the mirror before you leave for work," Spencer grabbed the bottle of wine from Laura and gulped some down before planting it in the sand beside him, "That thing where you'll pick out what you're wearing, fuck with it for fifteen minutes, and then shrug like you don't look good. You always look good, Laura."

"I'll work on it. I hate that you don't tell me I'm pretty anymore."

"I hate that you don't send me dirty texts anymore while I'm at work," Spencer said, smiling lightly.

Laura laughed and then her gaze fell to Spencer's hand gripping the wine bottle, "I hate that you don't wear your wedding band anymore."

Spencer's smile faded and he tucked his left hand under his leg. Laura had noticed the day he stopped wearing it and she had taken hers off, too. That was the day she also started their divorce. It was no-questions-asked to her. She figured if he didn't care enough to wear the most important ring he'd ever wear, then he didn't care enough about their marriage.

"I hate that we lost the baby," Spencer said, softly, looking down at his lap. They both knew that was the start of the downhill race they were in. Laura had been six months pregnant with a little girl when she went into premature labor. Ever since then, Laura had shut off. She didn't look at Spencer like she used to, she didn't touch Spencer like she used to. She felt like Spencer had blamed her for losing their child and she was terrified of being that close to him after the fact. Laura could barely even look at herself in the same way. She stared up at the stars with tears in her eyes and she cleared her throat, nodding.

"Me too," she whispered, as Spencer grabbed her hands and pulled her up to sit in front of him. Gravity caused the tears to spill out and down her sun kissed cheeks where they eventually landed in the sand between them.

Spencer looked her dead in the eyes and squeezed her hands hard, "It's not your fault."

Laura inhaled a shaky breath and when she exhaled, it turned into a sob and she flung her arms around Spencer's neck, planting herself in his lap. She cried harder than she ever had before, but felt strangely relieved. It was like the elephant that had been sitting on her chest for the past six months had fallen off, disappeared just with four words. Spencer wrapped his arms around her tightly, his own tears disappearing into Laura's hoodie, and the both of them stayed there, the bottle of wine forgotten.

"I'm so sorry, Spencer," Laura mumbled, after what had seemed like ages of crying. She had finally calmed down, "I'm so sorry about our baby girl."

"Laura, please stop. It wasn't your fault. You did everything right. It just wasn't supposed to happen. Someone thought we weren't ready for it apparently, but look what we're doing now. We are fixing something we thought couldn't be fixed," Spencer's fingers clutched Laura's hips over her clothes and pressed her down into his lap, "I haven't been this close to you in months, Laura."

Laura just stared into Spencer's eyes and when she felt Spencer's hands leave her hips and slide under her hoodie, she sighed and whispered, "I hate that you don't kiss me anymore."

As if Spencer had just gotten the permission he had needed for the past half a year, his lips collided with hers in a raw, heated kiss. Laura had almost forgotten what his lips felt like, but she didn't want to forget this kiss. It was their first kiss in almost four months and it was full of pure fire. Spencer had ignited a spark somewhere in her. She wanted him to touch her, she wanted him to kiss her and take her to bed like he used to. Laura's fingers tangled in Spencer's hair and pulled him further into the kiss, falling backwards in the sand, taking her husband with her.

His body slid over top of hers, her legs falling to the sides to accommodate him. They continued their kiss until Spencer broke away, his lips falling to her neck and up to her ear, where he bit down gently. Laura let out a soft moan and sighed, as Spencer threaded his fingers through hers and held her arm down by her head, and it wasn't until Laura felt the water lapping at her toes that she pulled away from Spencer's kisses and looked up him through hazy eyes.

"I'll race you to the house," she whispered, pushing Spencer off of her and into the sand beside her. She leaped up and sprinted through the small patch of brush and up the stairs to the French doors that led into the kitchen. As her hand touched the door knob, Spencer was behind her, pressing her into the glass. She moaned as his lips touched the back of her neck and her back arched when he bit down on her skin, pressing her bottom into his hips. Spencer tugged the hair band from her hair and watched as it tumbled down her back in curls.

Spencer spun her around and pressed himself as close as he could get to his wife and threaded his fingers through her hair, letting his hand rest against the side of her face, "Laura, I love you so much."

Laura laughed lightly and kissed the closest part of Spencer she could reach, "I love you, too."

She fell back when Spencer opened the door and almost screamed, but Spencer never let go of her and only pulled them back together. Laura realized that they weren't going to make it to the bedroom as soon as Spencer lifted her up onto the kitchen island, but she let her clothes come off anyway and by the time she was down to her underwear, she was feeling a little overwhelmed. She pulled away from Spencer's kiss and leaned back on her hands. Spencer leaned forward and attached his lips to her chest, as she threaded her fingers through his hair.

"Spencer... can we take this a little slower?"

He looked up at her with wide eyes and nodded his head, kissing her softly again before he pulled away and slid her off the island. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he carried her to the small bedroom on the bottom floor, laying her back on the bed gently. Spencer looked down at her, her brown hair splayed across the white comforter. He hadn't remembered her looking this beautiful. It seemed like she had been focusing on herself more when they fought; splurging on the spa days and manicures and facials.

"What's wrong?" Laura asked, softly, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. She was looking up at Spencer with wide eyes and he could see the vulnerability and fear that was showing itself.

"Nothing," Spencer said, lowering his head to kiss her, "Nothing at all."