"Hi Ricky," Lucy greeted her husband with a kiss when he came home Monday morning.
"Hmm," he said kissing her back. "If that's the greeting I get, maybe I'll go away more often."
Lucy playfully hit him, "You will not."
He smiled, and kissed her again.
She pulled away, "Oh yeah, Ricky! There's something I need to tell you."
"What?" he asked.
"Well…" she started. Just three days ago, Ricky had something that he didn't want to tell Lucy. Now it was her turn. "Do you remember those guys at dinner Friday night?…" As she was explaining, Ricky got a little mad, but calmed down when she got to the end. "…and Bob reluctantly told the police where Steve was. When he was here, he seemed really worried about the police, but I don't think he was as worried about them, as he was about Steve being angry with him."
"Lucy," he pointed his finger at her. "You shouldn't have let him in here in the first place."
"I know! And trust me, I'll never let anyone in here again…" she started to push him toward the door.
"Hey," he complained. "What's that for?"
Lucy pretended to be shy, "Because you were kissing me, and I'm not supposed to let anyone in!"
He glared at her, "Lucy…"
She shrugged and smiled, "Oh alright! You can stay." Then she pretended to be upset, "You left me alone for two whole days and three whole nights!" She was curious, "Did you get me anything?"
He looked at her strangely. Then he smiled, "Actually, I did." He went over to his luggage, "You know, this whole thing wasn't completely your fault."
"It wasn't?" she asked. "I thought it was. I mean, I shouldn't have let him stay! I knew that from the start, but I let him anyway." She smiled, "But… whatever you say Ricky." She liked it when Ricky said something wasn't her fault. But she was curious, "Why not?"
Ricky opened a suitcase, and pulled out a box. "Well, you wouldn't have been looking at those guys, if Fred and me hadn't been looking at those twin girls." He handed her the box, "I was thinking about that, so I decided to get you something."
Lucy opened the box, and pulled out a single red rose.
"Just one," Ricky said. "Just like I'll always love only one red-head…"
"Oh Ricky," Lucy kissed him again. It was at least a few minutes until she pulled away. She smiled, "I missed you!"
"Oh, wait!" he looked at her teasingly, "Or would that be… brunette?"
Lucy put her hands on her hips and pretended to be offended, "Well…" She started for the kitchen to put her rose in some water.
He chuckled, "I'm only kiddin'."
She turned around, smiling, "I know…"
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The End ~ I hope you liked my story!!
