"Hey Erik, come with me." Christine had gone to the restroom and made some friends, and she wanted him to meet them.

"Where are you taking me?" Erik followed her inside and to the women's restroom door, where he stopped as she pushed the door open. "I don't think I should go in there."

"Inside, now." She pulled him inside and it immediately smelled like weed to him. He walked around the corner, and he awkwardly waved as Christine moved up next to him. "So this is Fierra Kars, she's in Love Kills, this one soap opera that you've probably never seen, Hannah Astertol she is Fierra's best friend and makeup artist, then Brittany Miller, she is also in Love Kills. So anyway, I wanted to smoke but I didn't want to leave you out so here we are. I don't know if you smoke. Do you smoke?"

"On the rare occasion. Which means I've smoked five times in my life, all in high school."

"Oh well same here, except I continued into college. It's been a couple years." Christine pulled a twenty out of her clutch and handed it to Fierra, then took the joint from her. Erik watched as Christine took a hit, then handed the joint to him before letting the smoke out.

"How did you manage to do all this and pee in two minutes?" Erik held the smoke in for a few more seconds, then blew it out away from everyone.

"I am a very fast talker, plus I'm a lot more normal when I'm high than when I'm drunk. I'm bored at parties when I'm sober and don't know anyone. But here I am making friends thanks to my problems."

"You know, you look familiar." Christine wasn't sure what Hannah meant by that. Christine had no way to look familiar to those women.

"I'm not sure how. I've never been to a party like this before." She smoothed her dress out while shifting on her feet.

"I'm not sure. Have you been on a magazine or something? Fierra, do you know?"

"It was a video I think." Fierra gave the joint to Hannah so she could get her phone out of her purse, and Christine was growing nervous.

"I've never been in a video before." Christine took the joint from Hannah, and after taking another hit gave it back to Erik.

"I think Erik was in it too."

"Was it that night we got drunk and watched those videos?" Fierra squinted while looking up, almost like she was thinking.

"You know I think it was. Never mind, it wasn't you guys." Fierra put her phone away, and Christine felt like they weren't telling them something.

"What videos?" Christine coughed after holding the smoke in for too long, but her attention remained on Hannah and Fierra.

"Just some videos on the Internet. It wasn't you two though."

"Okay." Christine decided not to push further, they obviously weren't going to share.

Once the joint was gone they left the bathroom, and Christine headed straight for the snack bar. She was hungry before, so smoking didn't help her with that problem.

. x .

"Oh my god!" Christine snorted as she laughed, and she fell into the limo, Erik hot on her tail. "I can't believe you did that!" She moved out of the way, and once Erik was in he shut the door.

"Why? Like he was going to finish all that cake." Erik set his plate with three slices of cake on it next to him on the seat, then he moved over across the limo to Christine, moving over her in the process.

"You're such a dork. We could've gotten fresh cake."

"I'm not one for wasting cake." She giggled, and he ran his hand down her leg, stopping once he couldn't go any further down.

"I need more booze to have sex in a limo." Christine tried to keep a straight face when he froze and sat up.

"Are you kidding me?"

She snickered making Erik laugh and move back down onto her, and bite at her boob. She squealed, then pulled his head down so she could kiss him. Erik started to bunch her dress up, and she focused her vision when it blurred. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Yeah it's a great idea." Erik wasn't in the best state of mind to be making such important judgement calls, so he tried to think as if he wasn't high, and his high mind trying to think like his sober mind didn't see any potential problems.

"You better be right." She unbuckled his belt, and they kissed as she undid his pants.

. x .

"Good luck." Christine pecked Erik on the cheek, he was leaving to go do the DNA test, something that made him so nervous he had hard liquor before four in the afternoon. "Are you sure you don't want me to go with you?"

"Thank you, and yeah. I should be fine. Just the swabbing today."

"Oh well, still, good luck. Tell Rick I said hi."

"Please don't get attached to him, if this ends up being a fluke then he's not going to be staying around." He sat on the corner of her desk, and Christine nodded.

"I know, but I really want this to be real. You deserve it. To have a family, a big family at that that like you and have a history of not trying to kill you."

"What if they don't like me? I'm kind of an asshole."

"Well don't be that protective shell asshole you like to pretend to be, and be like you are with me. You're not an asshole, that's your cop out so you don't have to try. So try." She straightened his tie, then grabbed a potato chip out of the bag next to her. It was lunch time, which was the only reason Erik was in her office kissing her.

"I'll work on it. I'll be in between today so the wife doesn't hate me but doesn't think I'm being so nice that I have to be her son."

"Just be nice. You know hard losing Alexander was for me, imagine what it would be like for her. Three years with her boy just to have him stolen right from under her, then to have to live knowing he might still be alive… That's awful."

Erik sighed as Christine ran her hand over Erik's thigh. "I know." He grabbed her hand with his and gently squeezed it before leaning over in front of her. "Hi."

"Hi." She smiled, and Erik kissed her before anything else could be said. She ran her fingers through his hair, the feeling of his hair rubbing up against the insides of her fingers. It almost tickled. "I still can't believe we're married." She ran her thumb across his jawline, and when he smiled her stomach did a flip.

"I know. Neither can I... I should get going, I'll see you in an hour or so."

"Okay. Love you."

"Love you too." He gave her one last kiss before sitting up and getting off her desk. Christine froze when there were a good twenty five people outside her office looking in, and once Erik turned around he stopped. "Well," he cleared his throat and fixed the sleeves on his shirt. "I guess the cats out of the bag."

"Mhm." She grabbed her sandwich as Erik left her office, and everyone started asking him questions once the door was shut. Christine giggled as he put his hands up and hurried away, which left them to bug her if they chose to. Thankfully everyone seemed to have lost interest and returned to their desk for the second part of the work day.

. x .

Erik walked into the doctor's office, and he regretted not wearing his jacket, he wanted something to fiddle with. He walked over to Rick who was sitting next to who Erik assumed was his wife, and they stood after noticing him. "It's good to see you again, Erik."

"Likewise." Erik shook Rick's hand while trying to ignore the awkward staring the wife was giving him. "I don't think Rick ever told me you name. You are?"

"I'm Patrice. It's so nice to meet you, and thank you for humoring us, I know you're busy so it means a lot."

"It's no problem at all. We would've gotten this done sooner, but my wife and I went down to Australia for a few months to get away from life, and we just figuring waiting till after we got back would be best. You guys came into my life at an interesting point."

"Wife?" Rick was amazed at the one eighty Erik and Christine had done in such a short time.

Erik nodded, and Rick seemed… Surprised. "Yeah. Christine and I got back together and she decided she wanted to elope. So we flew to California, got married then went back to Australia for a short three week honeymoon."

"That sounds lovely. Well congratulations."

"Thank you." Erik smiled and the three of them sat down since standing wasn't too necessary.

"Where is your wife today?" Erik looked over at Patrica as he pulled his phone from his pocket when he felt it buzz twice.

"She's at work. She wanted to come but I figured it's just mouth swabbing today. No need for a big audience."

"Oh that makes sense. What's your wife's name?"

"Christine. She's amazing, you'll love her if you get to meet her." Erik tried to stop smiling, but just thinking about her made him forget about his problems. Smiling was an automatic reaction that he hoped would never go away. He finally looked down at his phone, and when it was Christine texting him he leaned at an angle so no one could eavesdrop if they decided to. He was confused when it was just the smiley face emoji, but then he scrolled down and had a heart attack when it was a photo of her in his office naked. He felt it was somewhat impractical, but he liked it. He started to text back, obviously, a fool would leave her waiting after that, but he liked to think that he wasn't a fool. "I expect to come back to this scene still occurring." He locked his phone and started wiggling his leg. He was officially impatient.

It buzzed, and he unlocked his phone to a new text. "It's cold though :("

"I'll help warm you up." He didn't even bother putting his phone away, Christine was obviously trying to kill him, but he was all for it.

"Well in that case..." Erik waited for the next text to come in, but instead it was another photo, but this one was of her sitting in his chair, still without clothes to his delight. Before he could manage a word let alone a sentence, another photo came in with her legs spread apart. He locked his phone and sighed as he rubbed his eyes. He was completely taken back, she showed no hints towards being in that mood before he left. Had she he wouldn't have been so… Flustered.

"How long have you guys been here?"

"For about ten minutes. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah no everything is fine. I just- my assistant was asking my ETA for some paperwork that needed to be finished before he left for the day, but we have plenty of time." He unlocked his phone and tried to think of a deserving response. It'd been awhile since they'd texted like teenagers so he was admittedly a bit rusty. Suddenly he became too curious for his own good. "Not complaining, but what possessed you to go to my office and get naked?" He felt like he was going to regret asking that question.

"Because I miss you. Plus it's been way too long since you've taken me from behind. I love it when you slap my ass and make me scream." Erik went to bite his fist, but stopped himself and just sighed while trying not to whimper.

"If you keep doing this to me I'll do a lot more than that."

"If you're trying to get me to stop that's doing the complete opposite." Erik held his breath when a string of pictures came over. It hurt, but thankfully before he could respond a nurse came out calling Rick's name. The three of them stood, and Erik fiddled with his sleeves as they headed back into the office. They were taken to a small room, where the three of them sat back down. The nurse shut the door and started pulling supplies out of the drawers.

"So DNA test, and you wanted mouth swabs right?"

"Yes." Erik didn't want to do needles or anything like that, mostly because he was a chicken shit who could face anything but needles.

"Alrighty. First victim open their mouth please." The nurse finished opening the packets up for the swabs, and she grabbed the first one and went up to Rick. Patricia went next, then finally Erik. He figured there would be more after the swabs, but apparently that was it. "So we'll send these off, it usually takes around two weeks to get the results back." The nurse continued labeling the tubes with their names. "We'll get back to you once they get back to us."

"Awesome thank you." Erik stood up along with Rick and Patricia.

"Of course. Enjoy the rest of your days."

"You as well." Erik opened the door and once Rick and Patricia were out he fixed his tie… He was a fiddler. He realized that. "So call me when the results come back, alright? I have to get back to work before the whole office goes up in flames because I'm gone."

"Right, well I'll talk to you in two weeks. Tell Christine I said hi and congratulations."

"Of course, thank you again. It was a pleasure meeting you Patricia."

"Likewise." Erik smiled before they walked out, and Erik was impatient the entire elevator ride.

. x .

"I feel like your dick may have entered my cervix at least once."

"I don't think that's possible." Erik laid his arm over Christine, who was currently laying on top of him since they had the couch to work with in terms of laying in his office.

"You might have proved yourself wrong before you knew you were wrong." Erik chuckled as she turned her head to the right. "I guess I should get back to work."

"How many do you have due today?"

"Hmm…" Christine tried remembering what was on her log, and she could really only think of one. "I think just one, and I'm almost done with it."

"That's nice. How do you feel about movie and pizza tonight?"

"Like going out?" Christine looked down at him, and Erik shook his head.

"No. I mean staying in, and doing naked movies and pizza. I've been so tired from work since we've gotten back that we've not had time to take it slow. I want to make it up." He slapped her butt making her smirk.

"That sounds amazing. I'd love to do naked movies and pizza. Or just naked pizza with movies for background noise."

"That could work." He started to lightly scratch at her back, which made Christine hesitant to move.

"Work can wait." She wanted to relax a few minutes longer.

. x .

"Hey can I talk to you about something?" Erik had been wanting to have the conversation for a few months, but he just kept forgetting.

Christine looked away from the TV, and when it seemed rather serious she turned completely towards him so he had her full attention. "Of course. What is it?" She took his hand from his lap, and set it in her's so she had something soothing.

"I… I kind of want to resign as CEO of ED Designs." He couldn't take it back now that it was out there. He'd been on the fence for so long, it was finally just time to talk about it. "Go somewhere quiet with you and just live the rest of our life. Maybe travel and see the world."

"Oh… I mean…" Christine wasn't sure how she felt about leaving New York. On one hand it was a great idea, but on the other, New York City was her home. "That could be a good plan."

"What about it could make it a bad plan? I mean I'll still be making money so it's not like money will be a problem."

"No money isn't my concern, I just don't know if I'm ready to leave New York. It's my home, and I have so many memories here. Plus Meg is here and I don't know how I'll fare with seeing her once a year."

"I think that we can afford to bring her over every weekend if you'd like. I mean I'm only a few hundred thousand dollars away from having a hundred million. So basically I'll be there in the morning. I am disgustingly rich, Christine. Like we could probably live a lavish life even if I stopped taking money in for the rest of our lives."

"Yeah."

"But I want to buy a yacht before I resign, and get the money back in savings. Would you like a yacht?"

"I mean why not. You already have a jet." Christine couldn't believe the conversation she was having. She felt like a spoiled brat, and she wanted to be grossed out by Erik, but he deserved the money and life he had. He made it himself after being homeless without a family or any support. She couldn't have been more inspired by a person.

"Would you ever want to use it though?"

"Of course. Dock it in Hawaii and go down once a month and spend the weekend floating around the island. It'll be fun, but if you don't get one that's fine too. It's all up to you." She bopped his nose, and Erik took her finger and bit it.

"Imma get one then. Then after the money is back we'll sit down and talk about me resigning again. See how we feel about it with where we are in life at that point."

"Okay. Sounds like a plan." She sat up on her knees, then leaned over to Erik and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're so sexy." She tugged at his hair, and Erik smiled when she moved over onto his lap. "How about you take me into our bedroom and show me who's boss. Yeah? While you still can." She giggled when Erik looked offended by the suggestion that he wouldn't be.

"Listen here, I think that my employment status will not change the hierarchy of the bedroom."

"Hmm no, but if you're interested I know of some… devices that can assist me with taking over every once and awhile."

"I think that I will take a hard pass on those devices. I'd rather not have something rammed up my butt if you don't mind."

"Are you saying that if it'd turn me on you'd do it?"

"I mean I'd let you do it once every month or so, but maybe even not that often, because I know there's plenty that gets you off that doesn't include shoving shit up my ass."

She was nearly speechless. "You are the greatest." She wasn't sure why, but knowing he'd do that if it meant she get some enjoyment out of it was just… It made her realize just how much he loved her and was willing to sacrifice for her.

"Well y'know. The shit you do for the person you love." Erik smiled, and she rustled his hair. "So... just so I have some fair warning, am I going to come home to you wearing a strap-on anytime soon?"

"You shouldn't. That's not really my deal. Your butthole is safe for at least a year."

"Oh thank you. I can't really say the same about yours though. You really push for that shit when you're drunk, and when I'm drunk I don't really think much through so one day when we're both drunk it'll likely happen."

"Yeah I don't know why I do. It's not my favorite place to have an item put but I guess drunk me disagrees." Christine laid her chin on Erik's shoulder, and he smiled when she licked his shirt.

"Oh thank you for the lick. I appreciate it." Erik kissed her forehead while pausing the movie, and she grabbed at his hand when he got up off the couch. "I'll be right back. Promise."

"Fine." She decided to take his departure as an opportunity to go to the restroom. She hurried to the guest bathroom so she wasn't missing when he came back.

Thankfully, she ran back to the couch once she was done, and Erik still wasn't back. She groaned and laid down. "Baaaaaaaaaaabbbe! Hurry up! I miss you already!" She groaned again, and she stopped and smiled when Erik looked over the back of the couch at her.

"And I thought I was codependent." She sat up when he walked around to the other side out the couch, and once he sat down she took a moment to appreciate Erik's lack of shirt, and pajama pants.

"No no no. Stand up. These are too much clothes for our movie night."

"Really?" Christine nodded and he stood and pulled his boxers down, and she smirked when she got a good view of his butt bending over. "There." He sat down and kicked them to the side. "Better?"

"Mhm." She looked at the TV when Erik started the movie back up, however she was distracted with an idea she had. It'd been a few weeks since she'd treated him to a start to finish… service, so she considered treating him to one. "So yeah." Christine scooted over so she could lay down, and Erik was going to ask what she was doing when she had her head over his lap.

"Oh-" she started kissing around him, and she couldn't help but giggle when she noticed Erik was trying to fight a smile.