"We need to get whipped cream. For us though, not your parents." She states.

He blushes deeply but smiles. The smile fades when they turn the corner only to run into Jesse St. Jackass.

"Rachel?" Jesse asks.

"Jesse?" Her eyes are wide.

"Hi!" Jesse pauses, looking at him. "Wow, Hudson? Don't tell me you stayed with this loser?" His hands clench tightly.

Her words are tight when she responds. "I don't appreciate you talking about my husband that way."

Smoke that fucker, he thinks.