"The economic status of today's society is decreasing slightly. Etc, etc,
etc!" Alison screamed in frustration as she read over her economics notes.
She punched her fist in the couch in order to relieve her stress. She had
a midterm coming up, one in which she needed to do well on. It was the
last class she needed to take in college, and pass for that matter, in
order to obtain her masters degree. After she got it, she could pretty
much be guaranteed an assistant management job at her bank and possibly
even a management job after that. The only problem was that she couldn't
stay focused and calm.
"Angel, don't tell me you're still studying that economics crap," Rafe called from their bedroom.
"Alright, I won't tell you then."
"Come on, you need to stop. You've been at it for almost 3 hours."
Alison sighed and threw down her notes. "I have not!"
Rafe walked out of the bedroom and into the living room and gave her a smirk. "Yes you have. You took Ed over Danny's house at a quarter to 7, and it's nearing 10."
"Well, three hours isn't enough. I need at least another hour."
"Nope, I'm not letting you."
Alison laughed and stood up to face him. "Excuse me?"
"Yes you heard me. I command you to stop."
"And I command you to put away that damn 'Oh I'm such a happy and energetic person without a care in the world' attitude."
"Don't use that tone of voice with me, young lady," Rafe joked.
Alison stuck out her tongue and mocked him. "Don't use that tone of voice with me, Mr. 'I'm so perfect.'"
"You'll pay for that," Rafe said with an evil laugh.
"Yeah well, you have to catch me first!" Alison laughed, racing around him to run into the bedroom. She didn't realize that Rafe was right behind her. He playfully tackled her onto their bed and started tickling her sides.
"Rafe, cut it out!" Alison giggled and tried avoiding him. He finally stopped after a minute.
"Hey, what time is Ed coming back from Danny's?" Rafe asked
"He's sleeping over there, remember? Ian is bringing him back around 1 tomorrow."
"So, that means we have the whole house to ourselves then."
Alison smiled. "Yes."
"Well, shall we?"
"Definitely."
Rafe removed her clothes and kissed every inch of her body. Alison aggressively threw off his clothes, making them both laugh. They wrapped their arms around each other and made love for the first time in a while.
"Rafe," Alison whispered in the heat of their passion.
"Alison, my angel," Rafe whispered back.
Nearly an hour later they were still lying in their bed. They finally got up and put their clothes back on. As they were doing this, Alison was all smiles and giggles.
"What is so funny?" Rafe asked.
"Nothing. It's just the fact that I can't believe we've still got it going on! We have been married for five years, and well...most married couples I know lose their touch after only a few months!"
"You know we're not like most married couples."
"Oh yes." She hugged him and gave him a kiss. "I love you."
"I love you."
Alison went over to turn the radio on. Their bedroom was suddenly filled with the music of the Stephen Clay Experience.
"Can you find another station?" Rafe asked, a weird look on his face.
"Why? I love this band!"
"Well, I don't know. I just have heard this song too many times, that's all."
"Alright, I guess." She changed the station and settled on some 80s music. A few minutes later the phone rang. It was Alison's grandmother, claiming to have the news on Alison's half brother. Rafe went into the kitchen to get a glass of water and to let her have a little privacy. Before he knew it, Alison came back out with a somewhat excited look on her face.
"Well, what's the word?"
"My grandmother found the woman that my father had an affair with, as well as her son. Get ready for the shock of your life. My half brother is Stephen Clay!"
Rafe almost dropped his glass of water. How was he supposed to tell Alison about his weird suspicion now?
"Angel, don't tell me you're still studying that economics crap," Rafe called from their bedroom.
"Alright, I won't tell you then."
"Come on, you need to stop. You've been at it for almost 3 hours."
Alison sighed and threw down her notes. "I have not!"
Rafe walked out of the bedroom and into the living room and gave her a smirk. "Yes you have. You took Ed over Danny's house at a quarter to 7, and it's nearing 10."
"Well, three hours isn't enough. I need at least another hour."
"Nope, I'm not letting you."
Alison laughed and stood up to face him. "Excuse me?"
"Yes you heard me. I command you to stop."
"And I command you to put away that damn 'Oh I'm such a happy and energetic person without a care in the world' attitude."
"Don't use that tone of voice with me, young lady," Rafe joked.
Alison stuck out her tongue and mocked him. "Don't use that tone of voice with me, Mr. 'I'm so perfect.'"
"You'll pay for that," Rafe said with an evil laugh.
"Yeah well, you have to catch me first!" Alison laughed, racing around him to run into the bedroom. She didn't realize that Rafe was right behind her. He playfully tackled her onto their bed and started tickling her sides.
"Rafe, cut it out!" Alison giggled and tried avoiding him. He finally stopped after a minute.
"Hey, what time is Ed coming back from Danny's?" Rafe asked
"He's sleeping over there, remember? Ian is bringing him back around 1 tomorrow."
"So, that means we have the whole house to ourselves then."
Alison smiled. "Yes."
"Well, shall we?"
"Definitely."
Rafe removed her clothes and kissed every inch of her body. Alison aggressively threw off his clothes, making them both laugh. They wrapped their arms around each other and made love for the first time in a while.
"Rafe," Alison whispered in the heat of their passion.
"Alison, my angel," Rafe whispered back.
Nearly an hour later they were still lying in their bed. They finally got up and put their clothes back on. As they were doing this, Alison was all smiles and giggles.
"What is so funny?" Rafe asked.
"Nothing. It's just the fact that I can't believe we've still got it going on! We have been married for five years, and well...most married couples I know lose their touch after only a few months!"
"You know we're not like most married couples."
"Oh yes." She hugged him and gave him a kiss. "I love you."
"I love you."
Alison went over to turn the radio on. Their bedroom was suddenly filled with the music of the Stephen Clay Experience.
"Can you find another station?" Rafe asked, a weird look on his face.
"Why? I love this band!"
"Well, I don't know. I just have heard this song too many times, that's all."
"Alright, I guess." She changed the station and settled on some 80s music. A few minutes later the phone rang. It was Alison's grandmother, claiming to have the news on Alison's half brother. Rafe went into the kitchen to get a glass of water and to let her have a little privacy. Before he knew it, Alison came back out with a somewhat excited look on her face.
"Well, what's the word?"
"My grandmother found the woman that my father had an affair with, as well as her son. Get ready for the shock of your life. My half brother is Stephen Clay!"
Rafe almost dropped his glass of water. How was he supposed to tell Alison about his weird suspicion now?