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Chapter 6: The Honeymoon Intervention

Michelle woke up feeling oddly light and happy. She hadn't slept much the night before, and her thighs felt like she'd ran a marathon. Bryce was still snoring, and Michelle snuggled up close to him. She was out of her head, ignoring the small voice that told her to put her guard up. They'd spent the night together, and She couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly giddy. Get over your hormones, woman. You're loosing your grip on reality. Michelle pushed the doubts away, and went to kiss Bryce's neck softly. She kissed him again, and he started to stir in his sleep.

"If this is a dream, don't wake me up," Bryce whispered.

"No dream," Michelle whispered. "Just your fake wife giving you some very real action."

"Good morning, beautiful," Bryce said.

"Good morning," Michelle said. "Last night was amazing, Bryce. I don't know if I can move though."

"Damn right," Bryce laughed. "But I am sorry you're sore. I think hitting up our complementary breakfast will make you feel better. We only have one more day left on our honeymoon."

"Ah, right," Michelle said. "I am probably going to shower. Care to join me?"

"Wow, you're really running with this whole naked friends plan, huh? Let's go."

Michelle's phone, which was a pay-as-you-go phone that was barely held together with duck tape, went off.

"Why does your phone have "toxic" as a ringtone?"

"It's a special ringtone," Michelle said. "It's for my Dad."

"Oh...What do you want to do?"

"My dad hates me, so he only calls me if someone died...I should answer."

"Ok," Bryce said. "I'll get the shower going. Hopefully, you'll join me."

I picked up my phone, silencing Britney's high note.

"Dad," I said. "Did someone die, or did you go onto Facebook?"

"Someone is about to die. I just found out my only daughter got engaged on the internet. Who is this guy, and when can I break his neck?"

"Actually, Dad, Bryce and I eloped," I said. "And don't act so concerned. Last year when I was in the hospital with pneumonia, you told me to pull myself up by my bootstraps. You're not exactly father of the year."

"Well, your escapades at my wedding weren't so innocent," Dad said. "I guess that's probably why you wanted to elope?"

"One of many reasons. He's a great guy Dad. I love him."

"I looked at his profile, Michelle. You married a Mexican frat boy? Honestly?"

"Yes," I said. "But he's a sweet, loving, future doctor to me. So bite me, ok. You have no right to judge my choice in a spouse, not with breast implant Barbie in your bedroom."

"Michelle, why don't you just suck up your pride and come home already?"

"Sure, all I have to do is beg for Britain's forgiveness and live beneath her manicured fist while you constantly defend her? No, Dad, I am not going to deal with her. Besides, I am married to Bryce. Goodbye Dad."

Michelle hung up, and tried to shake it off. How things had gone so wrong with her father, she didn't know. If Michelle had kids one day, she'd always make them feel supported and loved, even if they eloped with some random guy. Not that she planned on having kids; Michelle had been on birth control since high school just in case she found herself in a sticky situation. It was good, because last night would have gotten her extremely pregnant otherwise.