baby, i'm your biggest fan.

[picture message]: They look like Shiloh and Balto!

Parker: No, but I know a guy.

Parker: How do you feel about chinchillas?

Parker: It's Keegan's fault! She's been snapchatting me puppies for days now!

Parker: Or two.

Parker: helped his wife step into the bathtub, staring at her the entire time and instantly noticing the look in her eyes. "You're more beautiful than you've ever been," he promised her, his voice full of sincerity as he leaned forward to kiss her lips softly before kneeling down to pepper kisses along her chest and stomach. The blonde male sat down in the tub, using his hands to guide Rebecca to sit down in between his legs with back pressed against his chest. The touch of their skin together was practically intoxicating as he leaned forward to brush his lips against her neck. "I love you."

Parker: smiled as soon as Rebecca walked in, watching her eyes as she looked around the bathroom and squeezing her hand as soon as it was in his. "I figured it was something we could both use," he commented softly, pulling his hand free so he could pull his shirt off. Tossing it to the side before walking over to tug the shirt off of his wife, smiling at her once the fabric was over her head. "I've missed you," he spoke while removing the rest of their clothing piece by piece and leading her over to the tub. He tested the water to make sure it wasn't too hot before stepping in, turning to offer his hands to Rebecca to help her at the same time.

Parker: finally opened his eyes to look at hers, feeling just as awestruck by her beauty as he was the day he met her. "I've missed you," he commented softly, returning the second kiss more eagerly than the first. It has been so long so he had felt her lips against his like this, had her in his arms and he didn't want it to end. "I have an idea, something that might help us both relax some more, I'll be right back," he said, kissing her quickly before disappearing into the bathroom. Parker started the faucet, letting the hot water fill the tub as he added some bath salts and pulled the candles they used to use together out of the cabinet to light them. "You can come in now," he said, turning to wait for her.

Parker: could feel her moving towards, but he still didn't look up. He didn't like to show the weakness inside of him, even if Rebecca was one of the select few who had already seen it before. But when his wife's hands were on his cheeks and he was forced to look into her tear filled eyes, the little bit of resolve he had left was broken. Letting his own tears slip out, as his hands went immediately to her sides. "I love you too, Rebecca," he whispered before allowing himself to be overtaken by the kiss. Breath hitching in his throat and his heartbeat speeding up as their lips touched, "I'm so sorry." The words were mumbled between the kiss and the sobs threatening to come out.

Parker: looked away, focusing once again on the sweater until he looked up at. "The same way you say I can't keep punishing for the Lauren stuff, you can't either. You can't punish me for what they did, not when I've spent the last few years devoting my life to showing you how wrong they were. It's not fair to me, or to you," he commented, voice the softest and most sincere it had been with her in months, "Just don't leave me. I only said that because you compared me to your father and it pissed me off. You're still here because I love you, and even with things not being right, I wouldn't want to be alive without you. We'll figure it out, we'll make it better. I don't know how, but we will." The features on his face cast downward, the frown evident and not allowing her to meet his eyes at the moment. "Don't leave," he barely whispered.

Parker: stopped as Rebecca moved over to the dresser, holding one of her sweaters in his hand and looking down at it. "This is what you were wearing the day you told me you were pregnant," he commented dejectedly and focusing on the clothing item in his hand until he finally looked up at her. "You don't get what it's like for me, Rebecca. Do you think I like not being able to look at you or that I like hesitating before I kiss you goodbye in the mornings?" This was the first time they had really talked since the paternity test, and Parker felt his entire body deflate. "I used to fall even more in love with you each time I looked at you. But now, I'm just reminding that it was so easy for you to doubt me and think I could cheat on you. I may have been doubting myself, and you may have had every reason to actually doubt me. I know that. But I thought we were strong enough, that you loved me enough, to believe in me until we had a hundred percent confirmation on whether it was the truth or not. But you didn't."

Parker: finished his moment of being glad he had been able to top her insult, and hurt her more. But now he regretted it as he followed her up the stairs, letting out a frustrated sigh and standing in the door way. "You're not fucking leaving, stop," he said, watching her continue to pull her things out of the closet. The more she continued, more frustrated Parker got until he practically ran over to her and started to throw her things back in the closet. "I said stop! You're not leaving!" he yelled, the loudest his voice had gotten this entire time. Focusing on tossing each item she pulled out, right back in, not even caring if it crumpled on the floor. "Stop," he demanded once again.

Parker: rolled his eyes at the sarcastic nickname she just used on him. "It's pretty common knowledge that you tell your husband when you're going to hang out with another guy," he retorted and practically laughed, "Friend, seriously? He's been looking at you as more than a friend since high school, and we both know it." Bringing up his own best friend had the desired effect, but before he could even give a victorious yet asshole like grin at it, Rebecca's next words practically made him freeze in place. "Don't you ever, and I mean ever, compare me to him again," he growled, the tone coming back to his voice because her dad was one of the sorest subjects when it came to him, "I would never fucking lay a hand on you or our child, and I sure as hell would never kick you out on your ass. Why the hell do you think you're still here?" The last few words practically spat out like venom, not even any truth to them because Parker wouldn't kick her out for anything. He loved her too much, despite their faults. But he needed to say something to get back at her for the comment about her father, and saying that the only reason she was still living here was because he refused to be like him was the best thing that popped into his mind. And he readied himself for the reaction it was sure to get.

Parker: was pretty sure an audible growl came out of how mouth when Rebecca kissed Joey's cheek, body staying stiff until the other male walked out the door. His body relaxed now that it was just the two of them, the anger was still there but the physical rage left once it was just him and Rebecca. "It is my house," he replied, his voice just as angry as before but without the growling hint to it. "Why the fuck wouldn't you tell me you were hanging out with /him?/" he asked accusingly, ignoring everything else she said without giving it a second thought, "Is it too much to ask for my wife to let me fucking know she was hanging out with some dude without me finding out through instagram?" Joey was the least of their problems, but he was the only one that Parker was willing to discuss. "How would you feel if I started posting pictures with my arms all around Keegan without telling you I was with her?"

Parker: watched as her hand went to Joey's arm, his body stiffened as he had to clench his jaw even tighter. "My house. I decide who's here," he said, trying not to raise his voice. Parker hated fighting, and it took a lot to get him to the point he was currently at. And be could count on one hand the amount times Rebecca had even seen this side of him, or anyone besides his family for that matter. "I'm not going to say it again. Get. Out." he practically growled, fists clenching on his sides as he continued to stare at Joey. Feeling his wife's eyes on him but he still didn't dare to look her way.