"Aren’t you happy to see me?" He asked her.

"Yeah I’m happy to see you." She answered, lying through her teeth.

"Even brought you a piece of today’s special." She said raising up the piece of aluminum wrapped pie and looking at him.

"Cinnamon spice custard." She finished.

"well ain’t you gonna gimme a kiss?" Aiden asked, ignoring what ingredients were in the pie. He looked over at her several times.

"Well gimme one." He said, pointing to his lips. Ashley then leaned over the arm rest of the seat and planted a peck on Aiden’s lips, quickly returning to her position in the passenger seat.

"There, that’s more like it." Aiden said cockily, with a smirk. Ashley shook her head, wanting to wipe the disgusting taste of his lips off her mouth.

"Now where’s that money you made today?" He asked, which she already knew he would. He did everyday.

"Right here in my pocket." Ashley answered, pushing her bangs out of her face.

"Well now hand it over." Aiden demanded, taking his eyes off of the road for only seconds to look at her. Ashley of course complied and handed over her share of the money she worked hard to make.

"Not much in here, is there." Aiden commented as he pocketed the money.

"Slow day ya know." Ashley said, eyes downcast, looking at her feet.

"Well, if you have another one of those, I’m not so sure its worth you working there anymore." He said, shifting in his seat.

"I think I’d rather have you at home makin’ me pies all day long." He said chuckling. Ashley’s hand burned with the urge to slap the shit out of him but she didn’t. She kept her hands in her lap and played the obedient wife. A role she was growing sick and tired of. Instead she rolled her eyes at him.

"You didn’t ask me how my day was." Aiden said, eyebrows raised waiting for her to speak the words.

"How was your day?" She asked blandly, not all enthused.

"Ask me like you care about it." He said a little louder, growing irritated. Ashley looked out the passenger side window, only hoping something would get caught in his throat and render him from speaking to her. She then looked to Aiden.

"How was your day Aiden?" She asked again, a little more lively than the last.

"Well you know, Jameison’s on my case again," he said shifting in his seat once more.

"You know about the mortages and everything," he continued, scratching his arm, "I don’t make bank policy and I told him that." He told Ashley but of course she drowned him out and closed her eyes, beginning to invent a new pie

I hate my husband pie. You take bitter sweet chocolate and don’t sweeten it, you make it into a pudding and drown it in caramel.

"You’re not listening to me!" Aiden exclaimed, pulling Ashley out of her thoughts and making her jump.

"Yeah I am." She said, looking at him innocently.

"What did I say?" He asked her.

"You were bitchin’ about Mr. Jameison." Ashley replied, correctly answering his stupid question.

"Well what were the exact words I said?" Aiden asked Ashley and she paused for a second. If only he would spontaneously combust she thought.

"Well I can’t repeat them verbatum."  She said and Aiden slammed his hand on the center console in the car.

"You don’t listen to me." He said, whining like a little bitch.

"It hurts my feelings." He told her and Ashley stared at him as he stared at the road.

"Please just say your sorry so I can let you out of this car so you can make my dinner." He said to her harshly and Ashley clenched her jaw.

"I’m sorry Aiden for not being able to repeat your words verbateum, It’s something I should be able to do." She finished, the apology laced thick with sarcasim but she knew Aiden was too much of a stupid hick to detect it.

"Whenever I need it?" He asked, eyebrows raised.

"Whenever you need it." Ashley assured him along with a fake smile.

"Alright then." Aiden said smiling. Ashley turned back around in her seat and looked out the window.

If only I had a fairy god mother to come to my rescue if I clicked my freakin ruby red slippers together , then everything would be okay.