A/N: I wasn't sure what to write at the beginning of the first chapter to introduce the fic, for obvious reasons and it's still hard to comment without giving anything away. But your reactions clearly show that you want me to go on with this story, so here's the second chapter. I guess I can give that much away that I almost finished writing the fic. Now it looks like it will have 7 chapters altogether, so if you decide to stay with me on this journey, that's what's waiting for you.


Chapter Two

"It's not what you think," he protests right away, and to be honest even though I do think of the worst, that he actually cheated on me, I'm praying for a different explanation. Simply because I don't think he's capable of cheating on me.

"Good, because you have exactly 60 seconds to explain yourself and if I don't like what I hear, you're out the door," I state firmly, so he knows I'm not kidding. If he cheated on me, he won't have time to put on anything, he should feel lucky if I let him take the towel with him.

"Do you think if I cheated on you I'd leave the evidence right in front of your eyes?" he tries to reason with me, while I'm beginning to lose my patience.

"You need to do better than that and you only have 40 seconds left," I remind him and now he looks a little scared.

"Okay, we were in a strip club and things got a little messy, but I did not cheat on you, I would never cheat on you, you should know that," he insists and even though I'm not sure I should believe him just yet, at least his explanation earns him some more time.

"Then where are you going today all of a sudden?" I get back to the topic I didn't explore that much earlier, when I still trusted him.

"I told you, I'm helping out a friend," he repeats what he told me already, but he won't get away with it this time.

"I want to go with you," I decide to test him.

"Don't you have work today?" he eyes me, confused.

"Why? Don't you want me to come?" I inquire suspiciously.

"We will be packing and carrying boxes and sleep on matrasses on the ground, not your favorite activity," he manages to come up with a reasonable answer, but I can't help being distrustful.

"Can't you send someone else then?" I'd like to add 'please', but I suppose it's more of an order than a request anyway. If he stays home with me, there's a better chance we can resolve this discussion in a satisfying way.

"I can try," he sounds hesitant, but I'm sure he can see how serious I am, as I'm looking straight into his eyes. "All right, I'm not going anywhere, but with one condition, you are staying home today as well."

"I ca…." I swallow back my immediate protest and consider his ultimatum instead. I suppose it's a small sacrifice considering what's on stake here is our marriage. "Okay, I do think we need to start spending more time together, so we can avoid such situations." I raise my hand to show him the incriminating shirt once again.

"Does this mean you believe me?" he waits for the verdict, standing my gaze.

"I want to," I say truthfully and his expression softens. I can actually see the love in his eyes and it makes me weaker than I'm supposed to be in such a moment. "But I hope you'll stay away from strip clubs in the future," I state my condition.

"It won't happen again, I promise," he insists and I do hear the honesty in his voice. "And I'm really sorry, I never meant to hurt you," he adds, helping me decide.

"It had better not happen again," I threaten him seriously, he must know I won't forgive him so easily the next time.

The thought of losing what we've built up is scary, but not as scary as living in a marriage where I can't trust my other half. I can only hope he isn't fooling me, I don't want to be one of those wives who are easily mislead by words.

"Now give me that shirt." He reaches out his hand, probably to hide the reminder of his misstep, but I won't let go of it so easily.

"No," I use a slightly playful tone, now that our discussion has come to a conclusion. "If you want it, you have to come and get it," I challenge him as I step back, hiding the shirt behind me and his grin suggests that he's up for it.

It doesn't take long for both of us to forget about the shirt though and resolve this unpleasant situation in the most pleasant way.

o-o-o

After such an exhausting, but fun weekend, it's twice as hard to arrive at the firm Monday morning, but I'm happy my husband and I managed to spend some quality time together in the end. I even went as far as giving him a little lap dance, so he doesn't look for it elsewhere the next time. And it's safe to say he more than enjoyed my impromptu performance.

We also had a proper conversation and he explained why he had spent so much time away from home lately. He had thought he had been in my way, since I had been working a lot from home as well the last few weeks. So I also had to make a promise to bring a little less work home from now on, so we can have more time to ourselves.

Sipping my coffee I turn at the end of the corridor when I notice a man standing in my office. I almost drop my coffee when I recognize who he is, non-other than Kurt McVeigh.