Mya insisted that the girls have a afternoon of shopping. So, I follow her and her cronies around store to store, hoping that a golf cart or a motorized scooter, anything! Would drive by so I could leap in front of it. There are shops lined up like an unground mall of sorts. Which, I guess is pretty great, unless you rather go to the hospital than one more of these overpriced stores.

I notice Mya glance at me a few times, "What now?" I ask, knowing something is bothering her. I've already heard how much I messed up last night, I was at that table too. If she doesn't know how immature and embarrassing I can be, then she's dumber than I am.

She shrugs. "I just don't know what to say. Its weird to think that you married my brother. What's next? You officially move in? He meets your family? Babies?-"

"Whoa, lets just make it though the week first. Baby steps." I tell her, putting a hand over my racing heart.

"I'm serious, B." I look at her face, realizing the severity of this conversation and take a calming breath.

I organize my thoughts before I respond, "Honestly, I don't know. I guess its a waiting game. Truex and I have barely started dating, we might not work out. I'll stick around until he comes to his senses and gets a lawyer. Then I'll just sign the papers and everything can go back to normal."

She stops walking and turns to me. "You really think things can just go back to normal? Truex would've done something like this without complete conviction of your future together. I know my brother, he's in it to win it. Meaning, the long haul, girl. You won't be able to shake him." She says, with absolute certainty.

"We weren't thinking straight last night." I remind her.

"I've seen the pictures. You were not that drunk. You definitely were after the wedding, but not before it." She clarifies, like I wasn't there.     

I groan. "Don't say wedding. I mean Elvis was there! How can that be considered a serious wedding?" I ponder, out loud. So, I wasn't that drunk before the wedding, but I had been drinking. "We just got carried away with the prank." I say, tiredly.

"You got carried away with the prank." She corrects, in typical Marshall fashion.

"Fine. It was me! It's all my fault. I take full responsibility, okay. Now, what do you want me to do?" I question, at a loss. I don't know what she expects from me, and it would be a lot easier if she'd just come out and say it. Truex already said he won't divorce me. I'm so confused about us, even married to him, I don't know where we stand. Now, I have to worry about Mya too? My plate can't get any fuller at this moment.

She looks at the ground, then at me. "I want to know how you feel about him? The truth."

"I can't, Mya. I haven't even told him yet." I reply, feeling the frustrations with myself and the situation mounting. She starts laughing hysterically while I stand in the middle of the shop about to have a nervous breakdown. "What?" I ask, puzzled.

"I'm sorry. Its just that this whole thing is so bazaar. In a million years I never would've guessed this would've happened. I have to laugh, do you see how ridiculous this is?" She shakes her head, amused.

I roll my eyes. "As a matter of fact I do." I reply, starting to laugh with her. She chuckles and wipes at her eyes. I hear a phone ring and look at her expectantly.

"That's you." She tells me.

I realize its coming from my purse. "I swear, I didn't take it with me when we left." I say, fishing it out of my purse. I see that it's Truex. "Yes, dear?" I ask, sarcastically.

"Why is it taking so long?" He asks, sounding whiny.

"Its a bunch of girls shopping. Why do you think?"

"Where are you?"

"No idea." I answer, handing the phone to Mya, "He wants to know where we're at." I explain.

She scoffs into the phone. "Oh, please. Like you didn't put a tracker on her phone. You're probably already on your way." She states, knowingly. She hangs up without waiting for a response and starts the timer on her phone. I watch it, curious to see if what she said is true. Five minutes and 21 seconds later Truex walks into he store with a baseball cap on.

"Trying to look like the little sneak you are?" Mya asks, grinning.

"Shut up, Mya." Truex, orders and I laugh.

"What the hell would I need to be tracked for?" I question, stunned that he'd really install a tracking app on my phone.

He shrugs and I mimic his shrug, annoyed. "Can I help you with anything?" The sales woman asks, Truex.

"No, I was just looking for my wife."

"Ugh, gross. Don't say it like that." I demand, feeling old and... married. Ignoring the women who clearly just came over to gaze at Truex I ask, "What did you need?"

"I'm bored."

"So, find Easton." I suggest. "He's always bored."

He growls, "I'm not talking to Easton."

I roll my eyes. "Why? It's not his fault I fell for his prank. If you think about it, what he pulled off is pretty epic." I tell him, amazed.

He shakes his head no, not happy with Easton still. "Okay, well. Wifely duties, and all." I say, waving bye to Mya and the girls.

"You don't need to go. Truex, go find Tate." Mya orders, clearly not happy to lose me.

    Truex doesn't listen as he takes my hand and steers me out of the shop. I pretend to put up a fight, but my acting skills are not the best as Mya glares, seeing through my fake struggle.

"Well, you just made her even angrier with me."

Ignoring my comment he asks, "You can say wife? But I can't?"

"Huh?" I question, then remember what happened inside the shop. "I said it in a joking way. You said it in a claiming way." I point out.

He looks down at me raising his condescending eyebrow. "What would you like to do, wife?"

I groan. "What do you think is going to happen between us? Mya asked me a similar question, but I can't even imagine where we'll be in a week, much less a month from now." I state, as he holds my hand and plays with the ring on my finger. He seems to like fiddling with that thing.

"Married." He states, simply.

"I'm serious." I tell him.

"So, am I. You agreed to stay married, so a week, month and even years from now, we'll still be married." He replies, simply.

"Unless you change your mind. I was joking this morning, you file and I'll sign." I tell him, truthfully.

"That's not going to happen."

"Because you're so stubborn you can't admit it was a mistake?" I ask, a little bitter.

He glares at me. "No, because I love you."

I pout as I think about his response. "How do you know if you love someone?"

He shrugs, before he responds, "The first time I saw you, I wanted you. Then when you opened your mouth and I just wanted to shut you up." I laugh, at his reminiscing. "Then I noticed how honest and genuine you were and couldn't help but admire you for it. Whether you're right or wrong you draw a line and walk it, you are unlike anyone I've ever met before. You drive me absolutely crazy and talking or arguing with you became the highlight of my day. I knew I was in love with you when I decided to go to one of those open art festivals. I watched you the whole time, as you nervously let people look at your work. You obviously hated it, but you did it anyway. I thought to myself, that has to make you feel valuable and scared, how brave you were to stick it out. I bought the paintings and continued to buy them. Not to help you, financially." He states, and I look at him skeptically. He looks down at me, his eyes locked on mine. "I didn't want anyone else seeing those parts of you. Those paintings are you, I want all of them."

I feel my stomach flip and my heart race, at his statement. "That's the most I've ever heard you talk." I point out, feeling inadequate next to him.

He looks at me and must sense my nervousness. "Relax. Now, tell me when you fell in love with me?" He jokes, smirking.

I let out a shaky breath. "Just now, I think." I mutter, looking at the floor . "I need a drink." I state, frazzled by my emotions and feeling overwhelmed.

"I have a better idea." He, replies.