Ep 16
Randolph Weaver (ML)
*smirking* you misunderstand me. I have no interest in controlling you. If I did, I wouldn't have agreed to marry a woman who built an empire from nothing.
That catches her off guard, her anger falters, but she covers it with sarcasm.
Maura Davis (FL)
How romantic you respect me.
He chuckles, walking past her to pour himself a glass of water.
Randolph Weaver (ML)
I do, but respect doesn't mean I'll entertain pointless fights. If you want to argue, at least pick a battle worth fighting.
Maura Davis (FL)
*she watches him, frustrated* how are you this calm?
He sips his water, then looks at her with a knowing expression.
Randolph Weaver (ML)
Because I don't waste my energy on things I can't change and right now I'd rather focus on how to make this marriage... bearable for both of us.
Maura Davis (FL)
*she clenches her jaw* you mean 'tolerable'.
He smirks setting the glass down.
Randolph Weaver (ML)
No, I mean 'bearable' who knows, you might actually start liking me someday.
He heart skips for just a second, but she quickly shoves that feeling away.
Maura Davis (FL)
Don't count on it.
Randolph Weaver (ML)
*he simply shrugs* we'll see.
With that, he moves to the couch, casually taking off his watch, while she stands there - frustrated, challenged, and maybe, just maybe, a little intrigued.
The grand bedroom was filled with an uncomfortable silence. The soft glow of the tension in the air as she stood near the dresser, untying her heavy jewelry piece by piece.
The weight of the wedding, the emotions she hadn't processed yet, and the unfamiliar presence of the man she had married all of pressed against her mind.
She turned slightly, stealing a glance at him.
The prime minister-her husband now.
He was standing near the couch, taking off his tie moving with an ease that irritated her. Didn't he feel even a little awkward about this?
she folded her arms, preparing for an argument. She assumed he would suggest that one of them sleep on the couch. And since this marriage wasn't exactly built on love, she was ready to fight for the bed.
Before she could say anything, he simply walked to the bed and got in.
She blinked, momentarily thrown off .
Maura Davis (FL)
( that's it? No argument?)
He adjusted the pillows and, without looking at her, said in an even tone.
Randolph Weaver (ML)
The bed is big enough for both of us.
Randolph Weaver (ML)
*Then, as if sensing her hesitation, he added.* If you're uncomfortable, We can take a separate blanket.
Maura Davis (FL)
* she narrowed her eyes* you decide that rather quickly.
He met her gaze for a moment, his expression unreadable.
Randolph Weaver (ML)
I'm not going to sleep on the couch in my own bedroom.
He frustrated bubbled, but there was no obvious flaw in his logic. It would be childish to argue just for the sake of it and frankly, she was too exhausted to fight.
With a huff she grabbed a separate blanket from the closet and climbed onto the side of the bed.
Keeping a noticeable gap between them. She could feel his presence, but he made no move to invade her space.
The silence stretched between them.
After a while, she exhaled, adjusting her pillow.
Maura Davis (FL)
This doesn't mean I'm okay with this marriage.
A soft, amused hum came from his side
Randolph Weaver (ML)
Duly noted.
She turned away, facing the opposite side of the room. This wasn't what she had imagined, but at least they had set their boundaries.
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