A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Takumisaki because I was in a direction French lesson when I received an email alerting me about this review. It was practically an essay! It was well structured with fantastic reasoning that even made me question my writing a little! It cheered me up completely!

Anyway, the story...

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Chapter 3

I woke up feeling like death. I was lying on my husband, who was still asleep. I noticed a bit of dribble on his shoulder, where my head was resting and shrugged - if he didn't know I dribbled by now, he probably never would. I carefully moved myself off him to the other side of the ridiculously uncomfortable sofa. I guess it wasn't made to be slept on. Sighing, I slowly clicked my neck. Now for the main event. Carefully, I eased my body off the sofa into a standing position, then groaned and cursed. Quite loudly.

"Nombre we dios," my accomplice whispered, "did you have to wake me up?"

"If it was up to me, I would still be asleep right now," I replied.

"How on earth did we do this when we were younger AND fight off ghosts?"

"Well, we definitely had a more comfortable sofa back then."

He smiled, but it looked more like a grimace. I don't know how he does it, but somehow, he didn't look that bad. If he combed his hair a little, no one would ever know. Lucky bastard. Meanwhile I probably looked like I'd crawled my way out of a coffin. I walked over to the mirror to confirm.

"Yep."

"What?" he asked.

"How do I look like a zombie and you look like..." I gestured vaguely towards him, "...that?"

"Well, in my line of work, people don't like tot hnk that you might me hungover. It's unprofessional. So you don't get drunk or you learn to suck it up pretty quickly. The former wasn't a option, being married to you."

"Oh ha ha!" I said, in that sarcastic way, "I'm going to take a shower."

"Don't you have work today?"

"Don't you?" I raised an eyebrow, I hope.

"I'll call your boss, you call mine?"

"Deal."

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I woke up. Again. Though I was feeling considerably better - a little less deathy. I was alone in the main bedroom this time. We thought it would be weird to keep sleeping together after yesterday. Earlier, we both went to a diner and pigged out on EVERYTHING. My stomach growled at the memory.

"Shut up!" I scolded it, "we're supposed to be on a diet!"

There were six missed calls on my phone - one from my daughter, who texted to say she'd call another day, and five from Him. I hit redial.

"Hello?" He picked up immediately.

"Hi." I felt a bit like a teenager, not sure if I should make the first move. I was quickly grounded by the fact that I was still married.

"You called?" I asked.

"Yeah. I said I would, so now I am," he chuckled awkwardly, "are you alright?"

"Yeah... Thanks... I'm good... Mostly."

"Are you sure? I heard shouting and then you didn't answer and-"

"Shut up," I said, automatically scolding my stomach, which was still growling viciously.

"Huh?" he asked , over the phone, "Jesus! Is that your stomach I can hear in the background?"

"Erm... Yeah," I replied, relieved that he understood my weird habit.

"I thought you two drunks had kidnapped a dog! Do you want to come over for dinner?" he inquired.

I never accepted his invitations to dinner unless there were other people there. Before, when it was all about resisting temptation, it was a definite 'no'. Now that I could do whatever I wanted, it just felt wrong. Not because I would be betraying my husband, because I know he would happily give up that title, but because it's not the right thing to do to ANYONE. The man on the other end of the line sensed my hesitation.

"Is it too soon?"

"I've made you wait long enough."

"That didn't answer my question. I want to do this right. I don't want to rush you like I tried to last time. I don't care that you're still his by law, but clearly you do. And, as much as I love you, I'm not going to have you if he's the one you think about, even when you're talking to me."

"But-" I started.

"It's true, isn't it? I asked you to dinner and you thought about how He would feel first!" He put emphasis on the 'h', to make it seem more harsh, just like they did back then.

"I can't just GET OVER the man I married!" I got a little defensive because the truth hurts. He sighed.

"I'm sorry, Suze. I'm just a little pissy because waiting is hard and I have no patience when it comes to you."

Then he hung up. I can't believe he still has to have the last word. Dramatic bastard.

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A/N: In this chapter, I kind of revealed who was who here, I guess this is the end. This has been so much fun for me and I hope you all loved it too! Reviews please!

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P. S. I was thinking about writing this chapter, but the other way, so that the other guy was the husband instead. Thoughts?