Sorry it's been so long since I've posted a new chapter. It's been a busy few months, but here it is. Enjoy! :) P.S. Just read that America Ferrera said they are having serious conversations about a reunion movie/episodes, but to keep making noise if we want it to happen. So please Tweet, post, etc., as much as you can to make it happen! #HuluBringBackUglyBetty

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Betty mindlessly straightened up all the paperwork on her desk after a long day at work. It was already 10:30pm. Everyone else had gone home hours ago. She was lucky her father was available to take care of Scarlett.

She couldn't believe Daniel was reacting this way – well she could, but he wasn't the man she married. He was the man she first met – the immature, impulsive, judgmental jackass. How dare he accuse her of sleeping with Henry?! So what if he had been her first love – it didn't mean he was her last. Daniel was . . . that is if she could ever convince that empty head of his to reason with her.

She had just gotten her life back and there he was trying to take it all away from her over a stupid misunderstanding. She loved him with everything in her. Couldn't he see that? Had she not told him enough or shown him enough? It killed her to think he didn't believe her - after all that they had been through together. Didn't he know her better than that? She would never hurt him. She continued to obsess over how to deal with the situation when the door to her office slammed open and startled her out of her thoughts.

"Betty, I can't do this anymore! This is ridiculous. You took our daughter and you won't talk to me. We're married – you can't just run out on me like that! And there's no way in hell I'm letting you leave me and raise our daughter with that -" Daniel barged into the room after hours.

"Damn it, Daniel! Just shut up!" she exclaimed, stopping him from finishing his sentence with a passionate kiss that left him speechless.

Betty was so tired of fighting over nothing. Did he truly believe she'd leave him for Henry?! What the hell was wrong with him?! She was so pissed at him she could scream. But this worked, too. She wanted her husband back – even if he was jumping to conclusions.

She sensed Daniel was hesitating, so she caught his eyes and pulled away long enough to remove his shirt and hers completely, allowing him full access. She placed her hands on his, moving them where she wanted them to go.

He massaged her breasts while concentrating his lips on that same place between her neck and shoulder that drove her crazy. She let out a moan. Her hands ran along his firm biceps and over his pecs and she studied and kissed every inch. When Betty dared to lightly bite his shoulder or flicked his earlobe with her tongue, she caused Daniel to make a similar sound.

His lips made a path down her neck as he backed her onto her desk. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. The combination between his lips, tongue, and his insanely seductive fingers massaging and working their way along all the right places of her body at the same time almost sent her over the edge. She pulled his head up and met his mouth with hers. Her hands roamed over his firm ass and eventually made their way forward. She instinctively reached for his belt, wanting desperately to feel him inside her. Only Daniel stopped her by placing his hand on hers.

"Betty, we can't do this," Daniel said, his voice raspy and out of breath. "Not when we're still mad -"

"I don't care. I don't want to talk. I need to feel you - now. I need this – us without words." she requested.

"Okay," he conceded, proceeding to continue the first of multiple non-verbal conversations, the last of which ended back in their apartment.

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Daniel awoke the next morning feeling both satisfied and uneasy. Normally, sex was sex and it wouldn't matter to him about anything else. But this was Betty – the woman he loved more than words could ever express. He had a family with her, a life. Angry sex was satisfying during the moment, but it didn't resolve their problems. It merely relieved the pent up tension of their days apart. Trust was still the looming issue over their heads and they had to work through it somehow. He couldn't lose her – to anyone, no matter how pissed and betrayed he felt.

"I, uh, I should go to the office. Mom's got a list of potential advertisers for the first issue. She wants me to go over them – you, too, of course. But since ad sales are more my job, I thought I'd get a head start if that's okay?" Daniel said as he attempted to get out of bed.

"Yeah, it's fine. But I think I'm ready to talk now, if you are?" Betty replied.

"Okay," he sat up in bed and stiffened a little.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I should have told you about Henry. I didn't think it was a big deal."

"Oh, that is such bullshit! Of course it's a big deal! Jesus, Betty, you know how I feel about that guy!" he argued.

"Daniel, that was over a year ago. How could you possibly think that there was still anything between us? There wasn't anything between us then either. He wasn't the one I spent all night dancing with until my feet were numb. He wasn't the one I was afraid of hurting when I left. He wasn't the one I held through the night. You were. You and I are married, Daniel – I chose you. I love you," she insisted.

"But you still love him, too! Why else would you jump at the chance to have lunch with him and intentionally not tell me?" he countered.

"Daniel, you're being ridiculous - I do not still love Henry!" Betty told her husband, exasperated. "And I didn't set out to not tell you about our lunch. I didn't get the message until it was too late to tell you. You were in a meeting. What the hell was I supposed to do – interrupt your negotiations with a potential staff photographer and ask your permission? I'm not some freakin' fifties-style wife, Daniel. I'm your partner, your equal."

"Fine. Then I guess you wouldn't mind if say I invited Trista to lunch sometime, hmm?" he threatened.

"You're still intimidated by him!" Betty accused.

"I am not! I could kick his scrawny little ass with both hands tied behind my back," Daniel arrogantly scoffed.

"Yeah, you're not threatened at all . . ." she smirked, annoyed. "Henry's never done anything but be super nice to you, Daniel. You're being a jackass!"

"He has, too! You call trying to steal my wife not doing anything? Or-Or stealing my date to your sister's wedding? And what about all those times he hurt you? Huh? Don't you think that hurt me, too? I'm the one who had to pick up the pieces every time he broke your heart. I'm the one who had to see you cry and know there wasn't a god damn thing I could do about it except be there for you," he retorted.

Betty bowed her head regretfully.

"And you still haven't answered my question about Trista," he reminded her.

Betty sighed.

"That depends. Would it be for a social call to get back at me, or business?" she questioned.

"What does it matter? We're supposed to 'trust each other', right?" he mocked in her high-pitched cheery voice.

"Damn it, Daniel, I'm trying to fix this and all you can do is act like a child!" she snapped.

"No, you're acting like a child!" Daniel argued.

"Okay, we're getting nowhere on this subject. Maybe we both need a timeout," she reasoned.

"Fine!" Daniel huffed, grabbing his clothes and slamming the bathroom door.

"Fine!" he could hear Betty exclaim from outside the door.