Junior woke up in the same position he had been in the night before, facing the wall, away from Kris. He felt her body pushed up against his and her arm around his middle. He looked at her hand, letting his eyes fall on the 1 ½ carat diamond on her ring finger. He picked up that finger gently and turned the ring around and around, letting her hand drop to its previous position afterwards.

He was still in a bad mood. He wasn't sure why, but somehow in the night he had decided to hold a grudge. He picked up her small, delicate arm and softly threw it over so it was by her side. He pulled the covers off of himself and went into the bathroom to change into some sweatpants. He came out and looked at mother and daughter in bed, curled against one another now.

Kris' position had changed since he had left. She had turned over and put her arms around Bailey now. Her brows furrowed in her sleep and he figured she was having a nightmare. He gazed over her shoulder at the clock on the other side of the room, which now read 8:36 AM. He heaved a small sigh and walked downstairs to the kitchen, knowing the boys wouldn't be up yet either.

He dragged over to the fridge, opening it and pulling out a carton of milk and a bottle of water. He poured come cereal and milk into a yellow bowl and sat at the counter, swirling the spoon in the bowl. He was deep in thought and really wasn't too hungry. He picked up his glass of orange juice and stared at it for a moment before taking a sip. He dropped the bowl with a thud in the sink, making it clang against everything else in there. He didn't care if they woke up.

He walked upstairs and back into his bedroom, just to see if they had awoken yet. He saw a disgruntled Kris turning around and stretching while sitting up in bed. She looked at him with a confused face and he realized his emotion must have been showing on his face. Instead of talking to her, he briskly left the room and went back downstairs, turning on the TV. He heard her footsteps not far behind him and he ignored her, his butt firmly planted on the couch.

She had no clue what the hell his problem was this morning. But she intended to find out, that was for sure. He was being a true asshole, and she knew as well as anyone that that wasn't who he was. That wasn't the Junior she knew. She needed to get to the bottom of what was bothering him and fix it quickly. She hoped it wasn't them.

"Junior," she said, sitting on the sofa close to him. "Tell me what's wrong, please. I can tell you're in a bad mood."

He had to admire her nerve. She knew he was upset, yet she still pressed him to talk. Normally she let him be. Maybe married people make each other talk, Junior supposed. He looked at her with a face completely void of an emotion. He turned the TV off and went back into the kitchen, hearing her behind him once again. This time she was faster, and more physical. She grabbed his arm roughly and pulled him to her with a glare that could make a dog put its tail between its legs in defeat. He immediately softened, although not much, and complied as she dragged him into the living room.

"Are you gonna tell me now?" She asked him, whisper-yelling so as not to wake their slumbering children.

He opened his mouth in surprise at her anger and then spoke. "I just-" he said.

"Junior, if you're mad at me, you need to tell me. Now," Kris told him, squeezing his hand tightly, while holding it on her lap.

"Okay, I'm mad at you," He said, looking up into her eyes with a sadness now. The anger had disappeared almost completely and now he was just starting to get depressed.

"Why?" she asked softly, with a hurt expression evident on her face. His heart dropped at the fact that he was honest with her. He knew he would have paid if he wasn't, but it felt worse when he told her the truth and it killed her.

"Well, last night was really amazing. And then you had to go downstairs and get the phone and pick the kids up. It was what, 5 hours to ourselves? I mean, it kinda killed the mood when Bailey came to our bed, too. It would have been nice to at least cuddle, Kris. I miss you," He said blinking his eyes soberly with a sad look on his face.

Despite her attempts to contain her tears, one managed to fall down her face. Junior softly caressed her cheek, wiping away the tear. He opened his arm in an invitation for a hug and she gladly sunk into his warm comfort of a body. He nibbled on her ear briefly and she rolled her head around, finally meeting his eyes. His eyes fell to her lips and they touched in a delicate kiss, as if their lips would break if more pressure were applied. There was no passion to it, however. They couldn't afford to get too carried away, at least not yet.

After they had pulled away, Kris leaned back into him and they stayed there like that, talking about the future that lay ahead of them. They decided that they did need alone time every now and then, to keep their marriage alive. So, with that conversation over, they planned a small vacation for themselves. They had decided to go to Las Vegas for 5 days. After they had pretty much tired the subject, Kris fell asleep laying on Junior's chest and he did the same, his head nuzzling the top of hers.

A/N: Happier chapter, i hope? Thx to BroadwayBabe07 for the idea for Krunior to go on a little vacation. It was great and i appreciated it! To Ashlyn13, there could very possibly be a fight in the future, although there possibly couldn't! You'll just have to wait and see... And also, i'm not sure if i'd ever have them break up... People would hunt me down and burn my house! HAHA. i will update soooon!!