Marriage, Fun?

Fiddle-dee-dee. Fun for men, you mean!

That's what Scarlett O'Hara had said, but Eddie wasn't having any fun at the moment.

His new bride of only seven weeks was having a hissy-fit unlike anything he'd ever seen in his life and he was totally flummoxed. During the three years of their courtship, she had never shown any signs of anything other than docility and delicateness.

"Are you paying attention to me?!" She yelled, causing him to jump. Before he could answer, a red shoe of some sort whizzed by his head, just missing his lengthy brown sideburns. "I TOLD you I wanted to go to the movies tonight and now you're telling me you have to WORK?!" Her not so delicate hand launched another shoe, this one blue, in his direction. He ducked and attempted to calm her down. Looking deep into her sky blue eyes with his own hazel orbs, he softly responded.

"Now, darling-"

"I am NOT your damn darling!"

Taken aback, he tried again. "Sweetheart-"

"My name is Annabeth," she growled through clenched teeth.

"Right...Annabeth. We just returned from our honeymoon last week and I simply must go in. We're trying to win this big account and think of all the movies you could see when I get the bonus!...Hell, we could even build a theater onto the house, if you'd like."

"I don't care!" She pouted, her pink lips turned almost comically downward.

"Hon- Annabeth. Please. After being gone all that time, Mr. Reynolds really needs me when we present our idea to the client. You KNOW I wouldn't leave you if I didn't have to!"

Silence.

"Ann," he continued, "Surely you have to know that I'd much rather be home with you...doing what we did in the Philippines." He smiled, endearingly. She didn't.

"No, I don't know that. I don't know WHY it has to be tonight. Don't these men have lives?"

"Well, yes, but-"

"And as for what we did in the Philippines, THAT won't be happening again for a long time!"

Marriage, fun? Eddie cried.