So, I guess I'm not including the gang or the twins a whole lot in the story and, well, that is true. I've been having a hard time remembering that they exist lol, but I will try to include them more in the future. I just need to figure out how I'm going to do that, especially since Lilly and her little entourage of men and wolves are going to a different country.

Chapter 20: The Worst Spouse

Near the end of the day, the group had reached Dublin. They found a nice, expensive hotel to spend the night in. When Arthur and Lilly got to their rooms, they were swept away by the decor of it. There were angel faces and sculpted heads everywhere in the walls, there were Roman columns, and expensive looking furniture. It was like a small apartment instead of just one room, and Lilly couldn't help but be reminded of their room on The Pearly Gates. It was quite similar to it. It even had a sitting room. Arthur looked at his wife with a lustful gleam in his eye as he locked the door and dropped his bag. He marched over to Lilly and kissed her deeply. She mirrored it and moaned against his lips.

The boys started whining and Lilly looked at them. She'd forgotten they were there. "Oh, shit...we can't do this with them in the room."

Arthur growled and nipped her neck. "Then they can go outside."

"We're in the middle of a city, I can't just let them wander around Dublin. People don't know them here."

Lilly wrapped her arms around him as he continued kissing her neck and jaw. "Then...mmm, have Patrick watch 'em tonight."

"What would I even say? Hey Patrick, can you have the wolves with you tonight so I can fuck my husband?"

Arthur, with a frustrated groan, stopped what he was doing and looked at Brian and James. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the sitting room. "Go."

The boys did as they were told and Arthur shut the doors behind them. He marched back over to Lilly and they resumed kissing. "Oooh, Mr. Morgan, so dominant of you..." Lilly said against his mouth.

Arthur lifted her up by her rump and she yelped with a giggle. He brought Lilly over to the bed and tossed her on it, making her laugh. He climbed on top of her and began unbuttoning her shirt. "You want me to be dominant, huh?"

Lilly smirked up at him. "I never said that."

Arthur smiled and ripped her shirt open which made her gasp in delighted surprise. "Well, too bad, because that's what you're gettin' tonight."

Lilly laughed into his mouth as he kissed her vehemently. Lilly embraced him in her arms and he grasped one of her breasts. She yelped when he tweaked her nipple. "Gentle, please!" she giggled.

Arthur shook his head and let out a deep chuckle as he looked at her with mischief in his eyes. "Oh no, I ain't gonna be gentle about nothin', Lillian."

Arthur sat on his knees over her and started undoing his belt and pants. Lilly started doing hers when he stopped her. "What?" she asked.

"No no, you are suckin' my dick first."

Lilly liked this idea. "Okay. Why?" she cooed.

"Because I like it."

Suddenly a red flag came up when he said that and she sat up. "Wait a minute...how do you know you like it?"

Arthur stopped what he was doing and looked at her. "What?"

"I asked you how do you know you like it? Do you remember me doin' it to you?"

Arthur's eyes widened. Lilly saw he was about to panic. "Of course I do, darlin'."

"...Arthur, did ya..." she eyeballed him with a mad expression. "Did ya cheat on me with other women?"

Arthur shut his eyes. "Lilly, I didn't know I was cheatin'."

Lilly shoved him off. "Are ya fuckin' serious?!"

Arthur held up his palms. "Lilly, just cal-"

"Ya had sex with other women and ya had the audacity tah be mad about Patrick and me?!"

"I didn't know I was cheatin'!" Arthur snapped angrily.

"Neither did I!" Lilly shouted. "This whole feckin' time ya made me feel guilty about it when ya went and did the same thing! No, in fact, ya did worse! Ya had sex with another...wait, how many women did ya have sex with?!"

"...Two."

"Two?!" Lilly got off the bed and looked around for another shirt in her bag. "Two fucking women?!"

Arthur grabbed her. "Don't leave, let's just talk about this."

"Alright! Let's talk! Let's go over the facts! Ya slept with two women, unbeknownst tah the fact that ya was married, then ya came here, got mad about Patrick and I bein' together, made me feel like the worst wife in the world when yer the one who was also disloyal?!"

Arthur glared at her. "I was jealous, Lillian! And I was goin' to tell you about it, but I couldn't find the right time!"

Lilly sneered at him. "The right time? Ya coulda told me any bloody time!"

"I know! But I didn't know how you'd react! I knew you'd be mad, but this is-"

"Ya think I'm mad that ya slept with other women? No, ya bastard! What I'm mad about is ya keepin' this from me!"

"What?"

Lilly shut her eyes and took a deep breath. She needed to calm down. "You really think I would hold it against you that you cheated without knowin' you were cheatin'? I know you don't remember me that well, Arthur, but I value honesty."

"Oh really?" Arthur started circling her. "Like how you kept secrets from me about your family and Bronte? About you bein' a serial killer? Was that honesty?"

Lilly sighed. She wished she'd never tried to refresh his memory by telling him everything, but that would have been unfair to do. That was a horrible thing for her to think. "That is not the same thing."

"Yes it is. You kept things from me because you didn't want to let me or anyone else in, and I kept this from you, because I was worried about lettin' you in." Arthur threw up his hands. "I'm sorry. What else can I say?"

"What happened to me, Arthur? The things I did? It had nothin' to do with you."

"It had everything to do with me the moment we got together. Hell, when we got married, you should have told me."

"And I eventually did tell you."

"Not about Bronte. You tried to lie about that one and I had to find out from...what's that kid's name again? Jake?"

Lilly rolled her eyes. "Jack."

"Right." Arthur grasped his belt buckle. "Anyway, it looks like we're both hypocrites."

Lilly wasn't sure about that. "I...well, you still should've told me about those women."

Arthur put his palms to her cheeks, looking her straight in the eyes. "And I was goin' to...eventually. But...you're right," he sighed. "I should've told you."

Lilly nodded and went to her travel bag. "I need a drink."

"There's a bar in the sitting room."

"...Fine."

Lilly changed her shirt to a black buttoned down one and walked to the sitting room doors. She opened them and the boys came bounding out. Lilly went to the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. Arthur walked in and leaned his shoulder against the door frame, once again grabbing his belt. "You mind if I drink with you?"

"No, you can drink with me," she said, grabbing two glasses.

She didn't know what to think or how to feel about the whole argument. All he did was turn the tables on her and make her feel worse, like she was a really bad wife. Lilly poured the alcohol into both glasses and she drank a shot from hers before refilling it. Arthur took his own shot and Lilly poured him another. Arthur raised his glass and drank.

"I'm sorry, Lilly. I shouldn't have made you feel bad about you and Patrick when I was in the wrong as well."

Lilly eyed him for a moment. "Now it looks like you have the rest of your life to make it up to me. Just like I do to you, right?" Lilly lifted her glass. "Here's to that," she said bitterly before taking a shot.

Arthur frowned. "Yes. A toast to..." he leaned on the bar counter, "tryin' to make each other happy again."

Lilly looked at him. "You're not happy?"

"Not when we fight, no. Patrick said we fought often, so...why were we even together?"

Lilly chuckled. "I'm gonna quote you and say, "because the sex is wonderful"."

Arthur laughed. "When did I say that?"

"The night I came back from the dead. I asked the same question, and that was your response." Lilly arched a brow as she held her glass to her lips. "Although, the way you said it was a lot more sexy." Lilly drank her shot and poured another glass. Arthur made himself a shot and drank. "So, who were they?"

"They didn't mean nothin' to me, Lilly."

"That's not what I asked. Who were they?"

"...Prostitutes. I..." Arthur bowed his head. "I wasn't the only one who engaged in that sort of behavior."

"I figured that. Arthur, like I said, I ain't mad that ya slept with other women. I'm just mad that you kept it from me."

"If I hadn't known about Patrick and you, would you have kept that from me?"

Lilly took a drink. "Nope. I was about to tell you in the nursery but then Patrick came in."

"Oh. Right."

Lilly took a drink, as did Arthur. As they continued, they kept the silence going for a while. There wasn't much else to say about what was going on...until Arthur broke the silence with a question that made Lilly's heart stop.

"Should we get a divorce?"

Lilly looked at him bug-eyed. "Do you want one?"

"No, but...all this fightin' we keep doin', it's..."

"We always fought, Arthur. And then we'd make up and move on."

"But this is different. I feel as if we just aren't connecting very well."

Lilly sighed. "You and I didn't connect well when I lost my memory, Arthur. Not at first. Hell, we didn't even have sex or kiss until I remembered everything. Then we had some incredible sex...seven times that day, I believe. No...I think it was eight."

Arthur gaped at her. "Eight times?"

Lilly drank again. "I told you, the sex is wonderful," she said with a wink and a smile.

Arthur drank again. "Well, I guess I won't know for a while now, huh?"

Lilly sighed. "I'm not kickin' you out of the bed."

"No, but...I think I'm gonna kick myself out."

This was not what Lilly wanted at all. "Why?"

"Because I hate the fightin'. I feel like we been doin' it too much."

Lilly frowned. "That never bothered you before."

"I don't really remember "before", Lillian."

Lilly took another drink. "...So you want to leave me, is that it?"

"No, but...I think we need to separate for a while."

Lilly clicked her tongue. "I see."

"I can sleep on the couch in-"

"Fine," Lilly said, walking out of the room.

"Lillian, don't be mad," Arthur said as he went after her.

"Oh, I'm not mad. I just can't wait until you remember everything, then you'll realize how much of a fool you're bein' right now." Lilly started undressing as she walked calmly to the bed. "I hope you can manage to keep your hands off me." Once she was naked, she turned her head to watch him from her peripherals. He was staring at her of course. He started walking towards her but Lilly turned and held up a hand. "You want to be separated? You got it, pal."

Lilly climbed into bed and covered up. Arthur just gaped at her, then he turned around and walked to the sitting room. Lilly laid down and as soon as the door shut, tears started falling from her face. How many times was he going to break her heart before she'd had enough of it? No...she couldn't think like that at all. She would always forgive him for everything and anything, but she didn't have to do it right away.

The next morning, the estranged couple packed their things without speaking to one another. They didn't even look each other in the eye. Arthur felt horrible and wanted to take it all back, but how could he? Lilly definitely wouldn't take him back now...or ever, possibly. That was his fault. He had doubts about the marriage, sure, but he regretted what he said the moment he said it. Separation. How could I even suggest such a thing when the woman occupied all his thoughts, day and night? They went down to the carriage after checking out and Arthur climbed in but Lilly opted to ride Liath. This made Arthur feel worse and now he was convinced that he was the worst husband in the world.

Patrick seemed to notice the tension and nudged Arthur as they left the hotel. "What happened now?" Patrick asked Arthur with worry in his voice.

"I don't deserve her, Patrick. I really don't. I'm a complete and total idiot," Arthur said growled with his hands clenching his knees.

Patrick sighed. "Tell me what happened." Arthur sighed and explained everything that had transpired the night before. When he was done, Patrick chuckled. "Yes, yer an eejit."

After they boarded the ferry to cross the Irish Sea to England, Arthur watched as the Emerald Isle faded out of existence to his eyes. He lit a cigarette and started smoking when Patrick approached him.

"Would you like one?" Arthur asked, holding out his cigarette pack.

"Thank ya," Patrick said as he took one and lit it. They both leaned over the railing and Arthur stared at the water beneath him. "So, what is yer plan on gettin' back to yer wife?"

Arthur blinked at Patrick. "I don't think there is much I can do to rectify my poor judgment. I don't think she'll take me back."

Patrick laughed as he exhaled smoke. "Of course she will. Lilly loves ya too much to let ya go. However, gettin' back in her bed will take a while, I'm thinkin'. So, I ask again..." Patrick inhaled then exhaled from his cigarette. "What is yer plan on gettin' her back?"

"I don't got a plan," Arthur said, taking a puff from his cigarette.

"Well, don't give her flowers. She hates bouquets."

"Why?"

"Apparently because Angelo Bronte would call her "his little flower" in Italian."

"Oh. Well, what can I give her? She won't even speak to me."

"Give her time. I'll help ya think of something."

"You will?"

"Yes. What are friends for?"

Arthur laughed and clapped Patrick on the shoulder. "Thanks."

"Yer welcome. Now..." Patrick drew from his cigarette, "...we got four hours until we get to England. Would ya like tah play cards tah pass the time?"

"Sure. Poker?"

"Nah, mate. I'm going to teach ya tah play "Twenty Five"."