digging it up
It had been a week since their second wedding, and Max was still riding the newlywed bliss that came with it. The stressors of planning a wedding had ceased to exist in an instant, and after getting one step closer to actually writing the thank-you cards to their friends (which really meant just getting out the box of cards and putting it on the table for later), Max felt relaxed.
A relaxed Max meant a bored Max.
She had gone through the apartment and cleaned, putting things away that they had been slacking on, when she came across the book that their friends had given Chloe at their failure of a bachelorette party... Max had barely thumbed through it before, but with Chloe at work, she could easily look without her wife moaning and groaning and telling her to leave it alone...
Seeing Chloe on stage like that... In a costume like that...
‘Mental note to get Chloe in tights more often...’
One thing led to another, and soon Max found the DVD of the performance in their player, loading and spinning the scene in front of her eyes. While Shakespeare was definitely too far over her head, she liked seeing younger versions of her friends dancing around on stage...
She should have expected it, but actually hearing Rachel’s voice was... Astounding.... Max was drawn in easily, listening to her, watching her...
She could see why Chloe loved her.
Chloe trotting around on stage made her laugh. She could hear how unenthused Chloe was. Max grinned and hugged a pillow from the couch to her chest, wiggling in her seat as she pulled her knees up.
However, the familiar pains of jealousy stabbed in her heart as soon as Rachel started talking to Chloe in a different tone of voice. More forceful. Chloe started stammering, something she hadn’t been doing before. And then... Rachel, on her knees, taking Chloe’s hand... That hurt like hell to see....
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