Yeah, it sucks being an actress's husband. He has to watch her kiss other men, let other men paw at her tits, pretend to have sex with other men, and that's only one show. Anybody else, and he'd be out, 'cause he didn't sign up for this.
But this has been Rachel's dream since before they met, and he knew what it might take, one day. She's achieving her dream every time she sets foot on that stage. As long as she's okay with it, and it stays onstage, he's supportive. [If he offered her the ultimatum - stage or him - depending on the day, it might be a toss-up. And while he might be an insensitive jerk at times, he's not that much of a d-bag.
"Rachel," he counters with a full mouth of noodles. He gets paternity. He has vacation to use. He'd rather take it now then save it up for later then get told he can't use it because somebody with more seniority already scheduled it. Maybe he needs a break from work, too.
He drops his Thai on the table and stares at her. "Whoa. Dial down the bitch for a minute." And that probably isn't going to go over well... especially as she begins sniffling, and it makes him forget her outburst in an instant. "Shhh, shhh," he soothes, wrapping his arms around her and folding her close to his chest. "I know, baby. I swear, I'll get time with you. I just - Shit's tough. We haven't seen each other in days and it's killing me. I just - I don't want you to have regrets with marrying me and shit after this. Feels like that asshole gets to see you more than I do," because he does, "and gets to kiss you and touch you for the show when I'm lucky if I get to kiss you when you're awake." So, fuck that, because - even if they've got Thai-breath and they're sitting on a couch that has seen better days, and they're sitting in the NYPD precinct break room, he's still gonna cup her jaw in one hand, brushing tears away with his thumb, and lean in for a slow kiss. It's more than he's gotten in too fucking long.
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Date: 2013-02-06 02:56 am (UTC)But this has been Rachel's dream since before they met, and he knew what it might take, one day. She's achieving her dream every time she sets foot on that stage. As long as she's okay with it, and it stays onstage, he's supportive. [If he offered her the ultimatum - stage or him - depending on the day, it might be a toss-up. And while he might be an insensitive jerk at times, he's not that much of a d-bag.
"Rachel," he counters with a full mouth of noodles. He gets paternity. He has vacation to use. He'd rather take it now then save it up for later then get told he can't use it because somebody with more seniority already scheduled it. Maybe he needs a break from work, too.
He drops his Thai on the table and stares at her. "Whoa. Dial down the bitch for a minute." And that probably isn't going to go over well... especially as she begins sniffling, and it makes him forget her outburst in an instant. "Shhh, shhh," he soothes, wrapping his arms around her and folding her close to his chest. "I know, baby. I swear, I'll get time with you. I just - Shit's tough. We haven't seen each other in days and it's killing me. I just - I don't want you to have regrets with marrying me and shit after this. Feels like that asshole gets to see you more than I do," because he does, "and gets to kiss you and touch you for the show when I'm lucky if I get to kiss you when you're awake." So, fuck that, because - even if they've got Thai-breath and they're sitting on a couch that has seen better days, and they're sitting in the NYPD precinct break room, he's still gonna cup her jaw in one hand, brushing tears away with his thumb, and lean in for a slow kiss. It's more than he's gotten in too fucking long.
[See? He has good ideas.]