Do you relish being a poor man's wife?
-Hamilton: An American Musical
Kirstie walked into her and her soon-to-be husband's shared apartment. She hung her jacket over the back of a chair and set her keys down on the table. She took a look around the apartment, not seeing any sign of Avi, until she reached their bedroom. The door was cracked open, and dim light from the bedside lamp bled into the hallway, casting shadows of nearby picture frames onto the wall. "Hey, I'm home." She slowly opened the door to see Avi sitting ontop of their bed, a couple ripped open envelopes scattered around him. "You okay?" She sat next to him.
"Leave me alone" he grumbled, stuffing his face into a pillow.
"Avi." Kirstie said, taking the pillow from his face. He grabbed another nearby pillow, and Kirstie took that one away too. This cycle went on until Avi reached the point where he had one pillow left to hide behind. "You've run out of pillows." Kirstie stated. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." He crossed his arms and turned his back to the dark haired woman.
"Well, now you're being childish." Kirstie moved a nearby, torn envelope behind herself, and scooted closer to her fiance. "What's on your mind?"
"Nothing." Avi mumbled.
"Stop playing this game with me." Kirstie almost scolded Avi. She turned him around to face herself. "Something is bothering you, and I'm your fiancèe. I need you to tell me what is bothering you so much, so that I can fix it."
"Do you relish being a poor man's wife?" Avi asked.
"Huh?" Kirstie frowned.
"Are you okay being a poor man's wife? Kirstin, I...I got dropped." Avi sighed.
"You got dropped? What?" Kirstie was so confused.
"My label dropped me. Kirstin, I'm out of a job." Avi said, standing up. He began to pace as Kirstie started looking through the scatteded envelopes. "I can't pay these bills, we could get evicted, Kirst--"
"Avi, quit. Stop. Don't worry about it. Please don't." Kirstie walked up and hugged her fiancee. She kissed his lips and looked him right in the eye. "I will love you unconditionally, Avriel. In a job, or out of one. Broke or rich. On a label or off of one, I don't care, Avi. I will love you forever and always." Kirstie told him.
Avi's eyes dropped down to Kirstie's hands. He ran his finger over her wedding ring. "So, you--"
"Yes, Avriel. I relish being a poor man's wife." Kirstie whispered, kissing Avi's lips once more.
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A/N: Hi, Loves, sorry this is so short! It is performance (excuse my language) Hell Week, so I'm exhausted. Sorry if this is really all over the place! Still, hope you enjoyed! Xoxo! ❤
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