Someday? Never?

I've Got You Under My Skin

It was their last day alone together and they spent most of it writing new material for their respective bands. Rafa was supposed to drop by later so Estelle could finally see the baby in person and Victoria was coming to drop the kids off. Estelle was mentally preparing for the inevitable chat that would happen and she inadvertently pissed herself off.

She had a bad habit of rehearsing arguments that may never happen and blowing them out of proportion, causing herself to have a stank attitude. But Mark wasn't having it.

"C'mon Estelle, what's your problem?"

"Nothing," she grunted.

She plopped down on the couch near him. He was listening to his Sinatra records for the millionth time and singing along every now and again.

"It's something," he said, turning the music down.

She gave a deep sigh and looked at him. He just had on basketball shorts and flip-flops. Comfortable, yet sexy and that calmed her down a bit.

"That obvious huh?"

"Very," he gently smiled, "come on."

The song changed to I've Got You Under My Skin and he held out his hand. She looked confused for a second, but took his hand. He turned it up and put one hand around her waist, holding the other. He kissed her forehead and began to sing to her.

"I've got you under my skin
I've got you, deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me."

He twirled her as she smiled, coming to rest her head on his chest as he continued.

"I'd sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats in my ear."

Her grip around his waist tightened as she held him closer. He in turn kissed her forehead, deciding to pull her up to straddle his waist so that they were eye level. He gently gripped her chin to look at her.

"You know you can tell me anything that's bothering you," he said softly.

"I know," she pouted, "but I don't wanna seem irrational."

"I don't think you're irrational," he said with concern in his eyes.

He turned the music back down and sat them on the couch.

"Now spill it," he urged.

"Well...," she sighed, "I was rehearsing what I wanna say to Victoria when she got here."

"Okay?"

"And things kinda got out of hand..."

"What, you argued with yourself?"

"Yeah, but saying what I thought she'd say. It's silly," she said, no longer making eye contact with him.

"No, no, it just sounds like anxiety," he reassured, "you don't have to be ashamed of that."

"Yeah, but what if she tries something where I can't ever see the boys? I love those little trouble makers."

She laid on his chest and he lightly stroked her back. He could feel the tears dropping on him, and sat her up.

"Hey, it's okay," he said, "we all get anxious about stuff like that. Don't feel bad baby, you can always come to me."

He wiped her tears and kissed her cheeks.

"And don't you worry about the kids. If anyone has any say over who they can and can't see, it's me. She can take me to court, but they'll side with me again."