It's been three days since their little outburst. Three days of the two of them ignoring one another. Both would be damned if they were to apologize first. Stacy lay on top of the bed toying with her navel thinking to herself about everything. She realized, she had to get away from everything. She flipped her legs up and sat upright looking around the bedroom before standing up. She walked over to the large closet and turned on the light. She reached up for her overnight bag and set it down on her bed. She rummaged through her outfits picking about three and carefully placing them in the bag. She sighed to herself stretching her arms before making her way over to her dresser and grabbing out 3 sets of bras and panties putting them into the bag. Stacy then stopped in front of the nightstand, picked up a photo of her and John at happier times. She smiled and held the photo close to her heart before setting that into the bag as well. Stacy then made her way into the bathroom off the corner of the bedroom and got the essentials she needed from there as well. Finally, zipping up the bag she stared at it a moment before draping it over her shoulder and making her way down the steps.

As she walked she noticed John laying on the couch with a pad of paper and a pen. Writing a rap Stacy thought to herself as she began to walk through the living room to get to the door. As she walked John looked after her confused and stood up.

"..Where you off to?"

Stacy stopped for a moment before continuing to walk.

"I need to get out, I'm visiting my parents for a few days. I'll be back on Monday."

"And you weren't going to tell me?"

Stacy, still with her back turned to him scoffed and shook her head.

"Like you care anyway, me gone may actually make you happy seeing as you're not happy when I'm around. So I'm getting out of your hair for a while."

John sighed as he reached for Stacy and pulled her arm. Turning her around facing him he looked at her deeply. She noticed the change in his face now softened and sweet. She knew this was her John.

"Look, Stace.. I love you, you know that. I just, well.. been stressed lately."

Stacy glared at him.

"Yeah, 'cause of me. And I don't wanna stress you out, especially not this close to the wedding."

"No, not because of you babe. I know you're trying to help, and you're doing great job at it.. but I just don't know. My nerves are all outta whack lately.. I don't know what's wrong with me."

Stacy smiled.

"Nothing's wrong with you, you're still the man I love and nothing's gonna change that. I just, miss being close with you."

"I know you do babe. Look, how about.. you stay here with me this weekend, and it'll be me and you.. I promise. I miss you and I wanna try and gt things back to normal."

Stacy smiled as she let the bag drop off her arm and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You really want that?"

John nodded as he kissed her head and held her close to him.

"Yeah, I really do."

Stacy smiled as he stayed in his arms feeling the tenderness of his embrace around her. For once, things were better. She missed this, she missed him. Standing there just in his warm embrace feeling his little kisses along her cheek and neck, made her feel content. She stared up at him and kissed him softly on his lips and the two of them smiled making their way over to the steps. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her on her temple as she softly giggled. This is the way it should be, she knew it. This is how it should be.