OMG! Where have I been? I'm so so so sorry it took this long to post this chapter. I told you guys I would try to post sooner, and here I am posting months later. School and writer's block are a killer, I swear. I would usually ask you guys for ideas but I already know what I'm going to do for this story. So please just bear with me.

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(Couple weeks later)

Alvin and Jeanette's relationship hadn't gotten better or worse. Alvin was still going through his own problems, and Jeanette was hurt that he wouldn't communicate with her like she wanted him to, especially seeing that he promised he would. They were pretty much neutral with each other, never arguing but not being overly lovey-dovey either.

Today they were home alone together as David was spending the weekend with Brittany and Simon. They hadn't spoken too much to each other; they mostly stayed out of each other's way. It wasn't that Alvin didn't want to talk to Jeanette. The problem was that she was pretty much giving him the silent treatment, and he couldn't really blame her for it. Women are emotional creatures, after all.

He was currently sitting in their room thinking about the past couple weeks. He was still trying—not exactly succeeding—to work with his little problem involving the assistant at his job. Still, he really wanted to get Jeanette talking to him again—like they used to. She was downstairs in the living room, possibly trying to stay as far away from him as she could. He sighed and shook his head; he was going to make things right with her somehow. He got up and left the room, heading downstairs.

Once he reached the living room, he saw that Jeanette was engrossed in a book—her legs were folded under her where she sat in the corner of the couch as she listened to her Ipod. He smiled a bit as he walked over to the couch and took a seat beside her.

Jeanette glanced up from her book at him for a moment, smiling a bit, and then went back to reading.

'Well that's something,' Alvin thought to himself before lightly patting her leg.

She sat still for a moment before moving her bookmark to the page she was on and closing the book, and then she took out an ear bud. "Yes?" she asked, looking at him.

He cleared his throat. "I need to explain myself," he started.

She raised a brow. "About?"

"About?" A brow of his own shot up. "Netta, I'm sure you've noticed the change in our relationship."

She sighed and nodded. "Oh…right."

"Right. Look, I know I promised to start talking to you about my problems a lot more…but it's always been a problem of mine, and you need to understand that it's gonna take some time for that to change."

She nodded again. "But the thing is…you had the perfect opportunity to tell me what was going on that caused you to snap at me…but you just told me that you weren't going to tell me. So that tells me that it's either something bad that you feel guilty about or…it just really isn't any of my business. But the way you said you didn't want to tell me, I seriously doubt it's the second one."

Alvin stared at her in silence. 'Damn it…why must I have such a perceptive wife?' he thought to himself. He then sighed. "Babe, look, I know I said I didn't want to tell you, but if it will make you feel better I will. Just….can you just give me some time to get it completely out of my system first? I promise it won't take long."

She raised a brow. "Are you sure? It's been two weeks and it's still not over."

He nodded, though he really wasn't sure himself. "Won't take long," he said again.

She studied him for a moment before sighing and nodding with a light smile. "Ok, because…" she reached over and caressed his face, "I really miss you."

He raised a brow, smiling a bit. "I don't think that's entire my fault."

She closed her eyes and groaned a bit. "I know, I know, and I'm sorry for how I've been. It's just that certain things hit me harder than others."

"Yeah, I noticed. I am sorry for that."

She stared at him for a moment just stroking her face. "I think I've been acting a bit childish giving you the silent treatment." She then smiled and then turned off her Ipod and put down with her book. "I have to make it up to you."

Alvin smiled. "Hm…I'm liking the sound of that."

She chuckled. "You should like the sound of that." She then stood and headed out the room.

Alvin's smile faded slightly. "Wait…where are you going?"

She laughed. "Well I never told you what I was going to do to make it up to you. Just wait right there and I'll be right back," she told him before disappearing out of the room.

Alvin sighed and leaned back against the chair, resting his arm and head on the back of it. He closed his eyes and smiled a bit as he began to picture the number of things she could possibly do to "make it up to him," as she said.

A few minutes passed before Jeanette returned. She took notice of Alvin's relaxed position and she couldn't help but to smile. 'Perfect,' she thought to herself as she made her way over to him. She had fixed a small tray of fruit and then stripped down to her lacy underwear. She knew he'd enjoy this; he deserved it.

Once she was at the couch, she placed the tray on the table lightly. "I surely hope you're not falling asleep on me, sweetie." She smiled.

Alvin heard her and chuckled lightly as he opened his eyes. "No, no, just…" He trailed off once he laid eyes on her.

She turned fully to him. "Just what?" she asked, still smiling.

He didn't respond right away as he took her in. Finally, a smile slowly spread across his face. "Just thinking about what you could possibly do…"

"Oh?" She stepped closer and then straddled his lap. "Did you think of this?"

He couldn't stop smiling as his hands immediately went to her smooth, tiny waist. "Ah well this position was a part of it."

She chuckled lightly. "Hm, I wonder what you were thinking about."

He simply laughed a bit. "So what are you doing?" he asked, glancing at the tray of fruit.

"Well…" she ran her fingers through his hair, "I'm your wife. I'm supposed to cater to you, and I haven't been doing that the past couple weeks. So I have some time to catch up on." She smiled before reaching over and grabbing a strawberry and then feeding it to him. "After all, you are my king."

He smiled as he ate the strawberry. "Ah, my queen feeding me succulent fruit." He laughed a bit. "I don't think that's what happened back in the day."

She chuckled lightly. "Well we'll make our own rules."

He finished his fruit before grabbing a grape off the tray and feeding it to her. "I like the sound of that."

She smiled before leaning forward and pressing her lips to his, giving him a sweet kiss.