As if on cue Taylor’s voice breathed into her wife’s ear in the most horrendous ways.

“Like your present” his arms wrapped around her as if they were already together, his fingers locked right below her breasts as he bent down to hug his, what he thought was his future wife laying a disgusting kiss on top of Spencer’s hair, inhaling the scent like a wheezing hippopotamus. 

Ashley wasn’t sure whether to feel sorry for Spencer because a man just inhaled her hair, disgusted because she watched a man inhale hair, or mad because a man had inhaled her wife’s hair.  But she felt her blood rise as the sight of a man holding her wife to him, at the look of pure disgust in Spencer’s face.  It wasn’t just that he was touching her angel, it was that her angel didn’t want to be touched and he was holding her in his sickening bicep bulging man arms. 

“Get off of her.”  Ashley calmly but eerily said.  She had to mind her language and the way she acted, Zak and Christina were sitting on the floor watching this odd man hold their Auntie Spencer.  Which they thought was odd, because Auntie Ashley always held Auntie Spencer, and Auntie Spencer usually smiled. 

Taylor looked at Ashley from his crouched position.  “Why?  She’s not moving away…” he taunted the brunette.

Fine he wants to play smartass we’ll play.

“First of all she hasn’t even said yes yet.  And second of all judging by the way my wife looks right now, if she moves she may throw up.”

Taylor looked down at Spencer, and surely enough the girl looked rather pale and sick.

“Now get your ugly man hands off my lesbian wife.”  Ashley smiled like a girl scout that had just asked for him to buy her cookies.  Cocking her head a little to the side.

Taylor almost growled as he glowered at the brunette slowly retracting his arms from Spencer’s sides. 

“Think about it” he harshly whispered into her ears as he got up.

Oh that fucker, he did not just smell her hair again.  Ashley was going to console Spencer before she threw up, but she was sick of this guy thinking he had a chance. 

“Actually, I think the engagement ring I got Spencer was huge in comparison to that, well…call it a diamond if you want.  But I can barely see it.”  Ashley mocked.

“And what job do you work that gets you the money to buy that.  At least I know how to afford money.  Do you have a stable desk job?” he shot back.  Not once had he heard the brunette talk about her work life.  And he had a solid job. 

“It’s called the Raife Davies fund, and I own a record label.  I just prefer not to talk about work when I have family around.”

“…Raife Davies.  Davies?  Purple Venom Raife Davies??”

“oh are you a fan?”  Ashley asked in a mocking tone.

Taking the opportunity to go around the boy and help Spencer onto a couch, which still seemed slightly shocked at the ring.

“Y-Your dad was in Purple Venom?”

“You’re messing with the wrong girl pal.”  Ashley gave him one last cheeky glance before turning to kiss Spencer’s forehead.

“Hey baby you okay?  Do you need water?”  Ashley whispered.

The blonde’s only response was to throw the little light blue box at the man standing a few feet from her.

“No.” she whispered weakly, turning back to the brunette her face contorted in disgust again, “Eww.  Heterosexual men are so repulsive.”