Whenever Amy and I would get into fights we'd end up not speaking the rest of the night. One of us would sleep on the couch, as we couldn't afford a guest room, while one of us slept in the warm confines of our bed, cold and alone.

Because I'm the man, I usually got to sleep on the couch. Aahh...the liberties of having a penis...

But when Ryan and I fought, he wouldn't let me leave until we sorted it out. He said leaving was running away from the problem.

Either way, we still fought when we got back to his place. For no reason. It made no sense and we both apologized. But I was not used to sleeping next to someone after a fight.

While laying in bed, I wondered if Ryan had anything planned tomorrow. As if he had been reading my mind, he asked, "What's the plan for tomorrow?"

"I don't do anything on Saturdays," I said, turning to look at the clock. The red numbers told me it was ten o clock. "Normally, I'd just stay home with Danny and Amy would go shopping,"

"I normally do my shopping uptown on Saturday's. Since you're living here, do you want to come with me?" he asked. I snuggled closer to him as he let out a sigh, laying my head on his chest like the night before.

"Yeah, I think I could do that," I mumbled.

"I have another question, Mitch..."

"Shoot," I said, half asleep by this time. Ryan let out a shaky sigh.

"Would you like to go out on a date sometime? I understand you're in the middle of your divorce and you're worried about lots of things, but I'd like to know if you'd ever be into it," he said quickly. His heart rate was a bit faster when he finished, obviously from lack of air and fear.

"Of course. How about tomorrow night?"

He laughed nervously. "Isn't that a little early?" I started tracing circles on his chest. It amazed me, his chest. It was flawless.

"It's never too early. And Amy already hates me, soo...I have nothing to lose," when he started to say something else, I added "can we please drop it? I'd love to date you,"

There was silence for a few moments then a sigh and "Alright. Goodnight," he said, trying to shy away from any awkwardness.

"Night," I replied.


Ryan woke me up early the next morning. Stealing a glance at the clock, I realized just how crazy he was.

"Nine AM? On a Saturday? You've got to be kidding..." I groaned, rolling back over. Ryan jumped onto the bed, legs on either side of me.

"That's right," he said brightly. I glared at him from underneath my pillow. He had too much motivation. I decided to voice this. "Maybe after you get used to living here it'll rub off on you, eh?"

I grumbled at him and pushed him off. Ryan fell to the floor laughing. I shot him a glare as I climbed out of his bed and began collecting clothes for the day. "I'm off to shower," I smirked at him as I closed and locked the bathroom, even though I knew he needed it.

Sometimes it pays off not to be a morning person.


"Apples,oranges, waffles, eggs, bread, milk, orange juice, noodles...condoms?" I raised an eyebrow at Ryan. He grinned madly at me before taking the list. "Damn, you plan on gettin' some?"

"I like to keep my options open..." he said, stopping next to vegetables. I noticed there was no meat on the list and decided that Ryan was a vegetarian. It didn't bother me - I was one of the few guys that I knew that didn't need meat to live on.

Ryan seemed to catch me staring. "Oh, sorry. Do you want anything? Guess I forgot to ask," I shook my head and he stood up straight, tearing his attention away from the fruit beside him. "Are you okay? You haven't said much since we left home,"

Home. Maybe it was home for him, it wasn't quite there yet for me. But I couldn't blame Ryan, as much as I wanted to. It wasn't his fault. He didn't know me very well, he didn't know the little things got to me more than the big things. Hinting at things subtlely hurt me more than laying them out.

"Mitch?" he asked, setting a hand on my shoulder. Feeling that closeness, the love in the heat of his hand, made tears come to my eyes. I wiped them away, curious as to why I was crying in the first place. I allowed Ryan to wrap his arms around me comfortingly, settling my head in the crook of his neck. "It'll be okay,"

"How do you know that?" I cried softly. It made me furious to know I was crying in public. I'm just glad that Danny wasn't witness to it and instead was at Ash's house. I hoped he was having fun.

"Because of Danny. All women know that it's best to stay on good terms after a divorce if you have children. Don't worry. And even if she hates you, Danny will be her reason for keeping on good terms,"

His words made me think. I squeezed my arms around Ryan before pulling away. He was right. Things would end up fine.


After three to five hours, five to seven more stores, and another breakdown of mine after seeing Amy's favorite brand of coffee, we finally made it back to his house, picking up Danny on the way.

When we actually were at Ryan's, putting away groceries, I set my head in my hands and leaned on the counter. Blood rushed to my head, pounding loudly and painfully. Ryan saw my stance and came up to me, laying a comforting hang on my right shoulder as he leaned over my left.

"Are you alright?" he seemed to ask that every half hour. I nodded, but stopped quickly after it starte to hurt. My stomach began to do flips and I covered my eyes. "You're not okay. What's wrong?"

"I..." I closed my mouth and turned to the sink, proceeding to through up the contents of my stomach - well, what was there, at least.

"Well. That explains it," he said. I could imagine the look on his face, eyes wide and eyebrows raised.

"Sorry," I said softly. The blood had stopped pounding in my head. "I'm okay now," and even though my throat burned, I managed a cold laugh. I sunk to the floor. Ryan planted himself in from of me. "I used to get like this. All the time,"

"Why?" Ryan questioned softly, crossing his legs so his feet were under his knees.

"Whenever I'd have a date. It used to happen all the time because I had first dates a lot. After Amy and I married, I was so happy it wouldn't ever have to happen again. But now..." I laughed, shaking my head. "Now we've got a date and...it sheems to have taken over all my thoughts. I'm sorry,"

"Don't be. And don't think of it as a date. Think of it as a night of hand holding, movies, dinner, and a kiss at the end," Ryan smiled at me and the turning in my stomach ceased.

"No sex?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. That comment managed to get a laugh from Ryan, which made my heart swell. His laugh was heavenly.

"I normally wait for the second date to do that, but for you, I could make an exception," he said softly, eyes twinkling.

"Ah, aren't we a --?" I got cut off by Danny screaming from the living room. I stood up and ran into the room, eyes searching frantically for my son. "Danny! Oh god, are you okay?"

"I...I...I saw a s-s-s-spider," he cried, hands covering his face. I let out a sigh of relief and hugged my son tightly.

"Oh...I thought you were hurt," I mumbled into his ear.

Ryan smiled at us. "You're a wonderful father, Mitch," I didn't know what to say to that. Thoughts and feelings swam through my head, but Ryan saved the chance of me making a fool of myself by leaving the room to continue putting away groceries.

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