Page 26 of Every Single Vow
“Our marriage rules.” She picks it up. “You know, to keep things in line.”
I narrow my eyes. “Ok…...”
She holds up a finger. “Number one on the list. I will pay a monthly rent.”
“No,” I say instantly.
She lifts a brow. “Excuse me?”
“I said no. Mywifewill not paymerent to live inourhouse.”
“Cooper,” she grits out.
“This is not up for discussion,” I fire back, relaxing into the oversized chair.
“Ok fine. But I will contribute to the household. I can pay the utility bills.”
“We have well water.” I hold up a hand as she begins to argue. “You want to contribute? You can focus your time on Ari. Contribute to making her feel welcome and comfortable.”
She stares at me for a moment before clearing her throat. “Fine. Number two.” She points her blue eyes at me. “I will not crowd your space or take over your room. I can sleep on the couch, while Ari makes the guest room hers.”
“No.”
She slams the paper down on the sofa. “You can’t just say no to every rule.”
“Oh, I can, Birdie.” I grin. “We’re a team. Meaning, we make decisions together.”
“Why can’t I sleep on the couch?” She asks, crossing her arms.
“Because I’m not making you sleep on a couch while I’m in a warm bed,” I scoff.
“I’m not kicking you out of your bed, Cooper.” She rolls her eyes. “That’s inconsiderate.”
“You're right. You’re not.” I lean forward, planting my elbows on my knees. “You’ll sleep with me.”
Her shoulders go ridged. “Yeah, no.”
“We’ve slept together before.” I shrug. “It’s no different than when we were kids.”
Lie. It’s totally fucking different. She knows it and I know it. But I want her next to me. Period.
“And if memory serves me correctly, you’re a total cover hog.”
“I think you are mistaken. It’s you who always rolled up like a tortilla. I nearly got frostbite that Christmas.”
She laughs, her hands flying to her face before she shakes her head. “Ok then. We can share a bed.”
“Good.”
“On one condition. I get my own comforter.”
“Done,” I agree.
“Number three.” She holds up three fingers.
“How many rules do you have?” I ask.
“Just a few more.” She picks the paper back up. “Number three. I understand we need to show some PDA. Being married means affection is normal.” She hesitates before she shifts on the couch. “I think holding hands and a quick peck on the lips is fine in public.” She lifts a brow at me. “No tongue.”
