Colby knew the moment he sat back down at the booth that he was in trouble with his wife. It had been half an hour since he originally went outside and Isabelle was visibly upset. She hadn't touched her pancakes since he got up and she was refusing to make eye contact with him. She wasn't just upset, she was pissed.

"I'm sorry, Isabelle." He mumbled, but all he got was a shrug and the check.

"Just take me home, Colby." Isabelle requested, standing up from her seat and leaving him behind to pay the bill. He was used to seeing this side of his wife, and he knew that it was a sign that he should be a better husband to her. It was hard to manage a marriage while being the WWE World Heavyweight Champion, and he wished she would understand that. He knew that her job was also stressful, but she signed up for this when they got married and she knew that was going to be difficult at times. Of course he didn't know it'd be difficult often, but Isabelle was great at adapting. Everything was going to be fine.

In the close to three years Colby had been with Isabelle he had pissed her off more than just a few times, so he knew exactly what not to do to avoid making it worse:

1. He wasn't allowed to comment on how cute her angry nose scrunch was, because then she'd feel like he wasn't taking her seriously.

2. He definitely wasn't allowed to call her anything but her name. She was mad at him because he probably wasn't giving her the proper attention and he didn't deserve to call her anything that was endearing.

3. Under no circumstances may he initiate any kind of cuddling. He could force her to hold his hand or place his hand on her thigh, but she had to initiate the cuddling. That was how he would know that she was warming up to him again.

4. If he kissed her, it better be one that would make her forget that she was pissed off at him. Otherwise she was going to just get more upset about his nerve to just kiss her whenever he felt like it just to get off the hook for being a jerk.

Those were the big four that he had to keep in mind. Of course he hadn't totally figured it out until they had been engaged for six months, but he still figured it out and he was proud of himself. He wasn't proud of the fact that he was constantly pissing off the love of his life, but every good relationship came with arguments- large and small. It was just another thing that he had to keep in mind and he had to start being firm with Talent and Relations about having at least one day a week without interruption so he could have a day to be with his wife. He'd drop the title if he had to, he just wanted to stop upsetting his wife.

He knew that she was in no mood to deal with him the second the door to the office shut. So Colby did the only thing he could do while his wife was pissed, he ran on the treadmill in his man cave. Leaving the house would make her more upset and hovering over her would do the same, if not piss her off more. Isabelle didn't like it when he hovered, and he didn't like getting the silent treatment from his wife so he definitely wasn't interested in extending the length of the silent treatment.

"I don't know what to do, Nattie." Isabelle spoke into her phone, fighting tears. "I shouldn't have to ask if he's going to have time for me. I'm his wife."

"I know, honey, and I agree." Natalie tried to soothe Isabelle, even though she wasn't sure what to say. This was never a problem with TJ. "Don't you think you're wasting Colby time being locked away in your office?"

"I'm mad at him, Nattie. We couldn't even get through breakfast on his supposed 'day off'. Obviously Izzy/Colby days mean nothing to him if he can't leave his phone at home when nobody is supposed to call him."

"Maybe you should talk to him. It's been a few hours." Natalie suggested, earning a sigh from the younger woman. "I tell you this way too many times for you to be married, but you have to talk to him. Especially about things that bother you. For all we know, he could be working on fixing his schedule as we speak."

"You're right."

"And all this stressing isn't going to help get you pregnant, Izzy. Work this out and take your man to bed." Natalie demanded and Isabelle sniffled before letting out a small chuckle. "I'll let you go, Isabelle."

With that, Natalie hung up and Isabelle took a deep breath, leaning back in her office chair. She laced her fingers over her stomach as she looked up at the ceiling, blue eyes trying to pull what she wanted to say to Colby out of thin air. There were so many thoughts and feelings to express to him and she wasn't sure that she could do it without crying. Colby hated seeing her cry, and being the cause of her tears would only make him feel like shit. She was mad at him, but she didn't want to make him feel shitty.

So Isabelle did what she felt was the right thing to do, even though she didn't know what to say to Colby. She made her way out of her office and headed down the hall to the door to the basement, better known as Colby's man cave. After hesitating for a minute, she finally opened the door and headed down the stairs to the couch where Colby was sleeping on the pull-out. She didn't want to wake him up so she just laid down beside him and snuggled up close, smiling when his arm moved to wrap around her waist.

"I love you, Colby."

"I love you too, Isabelle." He pressed a gentle kiss to her head and she leaned her head up for a kiss on the lips. "You're too cute for your own good, Mrs. Lopez."

"I try, Mr. Lopez."

"I spoke to Talent and demanded that I get at least one day a week where I'm not interrupted for work. They're giving me Thursdays."

"Really?"

"Yes. I didn't realize how unfair to you that I was being. You should never have to ask if I'm going to have time for you on my days off, Isabelle, and you have every right to be mad at me."

"Well, you got the problem fixed. I guess we're fine, Colby."

"I'm going to make it up to you, babe. I promise."