When you wish upon a star…
Sydney Winchester realizes there’s a spark missing from her marriage but she doesn’t know how to get it back. When her manager forces her to go on a vacation, it gets the wheels turning in her head on how to blow her husband’s mind. She can only hope it works or her Happily Ever After will become a distant memory.
Dean Winchester knows a challenge when he sees one and he knows his marriage is heading for trouble. A small break from hockey is exactly what he needs to revitalize his short marriage before it’s too late.
By marrying each other, their dream came true. Now they need to keep it alive.
#LegsandLiquorStores is a short novella in the new adult Breakaway series about recapturing the spark and reclaiming one’s identity.
Sydney briefly wondered when was the last time the two of them were just laying down on the sofa like they were. They used to have nightly Netflix dates. Now Sydney was lucky she even saw Dean during the week. “Ian told me you had a light schedule this week.”
“I do.” He nodded. “What’s up? Do you needed to do something? Go to an art exhibit? Paint another mural for one of your big-pocket clients?”
“I’m not allowed to step foot back inside the Ferguson.” She revealed. “Ian kicked me out until I get myself together.”
“You seem pretty put together to me.” Dean murmured.
“That’s not what he meant.” Sydney adjusted herself and Dean sat up. She paused the show and faced her husband. “Dean, can we talk?”
“I really don’t like how this is beginning.” A small storm began in his light eyes. “Why are you listening to him about what’s going on with us?”
“Because Dean, in case you haven’t noticed, there is something going on with us.” Sydney pleaded. “I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t know if the spark is gone, if I’ve become a regular schmegular degular hockey wife like the other chicks in Manhattan Beach or what. But something is happening with our relationship, baby. It’s impacting my artwork. It’s impacting on me finding a purpose to do anything anymore. And I don’t know if it’s depression or if I’m just straight-up bored and I don’t know it. But something is going on, Dean, and I’m afraid if we don’t try to fix this, we’re just going to be two people sharing a big-ass house and that’s our only connection to each other! We’ll be like Joey and Chandler. We’ll be like Monica and Rachel.”
Dean’s eyes narrowed and his nose scrunched up. “Who?”
“Friends!” Sydney replied. “You know the show about those six friends in New York?”
“Oh, you mean Living Single?” Dean replied.
Sydney cracked a smile. “You know what I mean, Dean. I’m afraid we’ll just resort to the fact that we’re together just because and that’s it. There’s no more unpredictability or anything. I’m going to become one of those bored-ass housewives who goes on IG and Facebook, stalking other people’s lives, asking for gossip about others, and nursing my wine habit because I’m so bored.”
“You are so damn dramatic,” Dean chuckled. “You’re forgetting the small part on how you have a very successful art career and you’re in demand?”
“Besides that.” She leaned against him and he wrapped his arms around her. “I haven’t painted in a week. A whole week, babe.”
“That’s not good, baby.” He stroked her dark hair and kissed her forehead. “Do you need to see a therapist?”
“I don’t know.” She played with the fabric of her distressed jeans. “I don’t know what we need to do to fix this.”
“I’ll do whatever it takes to make this better. If we need to go to therapy, we’ll go to therapy. Simple as that.” Dean thought about the elephant in the room neither addressed. “When’s the last time we made love?” Sydney shrugged. “That might be another one of our issues, Syd.”
“Each time we try, one of us is too tired. Either you’re knocked out or I am.” She shrugged. She couldn’t even remember the last time they made love. “So, there’s that.”
“Well, we need to change that, don’t we?” He pressed his lips against her neck and gently sucked on it. Sydney moaned her appreciation. “We can do the therapy thing but I also think we can do the wild thing, too.”
“Oh my god, you’re so damn cheesy.” She giggled and wrapped her arms around him. “That’s what I get for taking you to that 90’s music festival.”
“Hey, don’t knock Tone Loc now.” Dean nodded. “He had hits.” He stood up and grabbed his wife’s hand. “Let’s go out right now.”
“Right now?” Sydney looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 9 PM. “Where are we going? A lot of places are starting to close!”
“Not one in particular.” Dean swept his lips over his wife’s. She melted into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. “I have big plans for us that don’t involve watching any Friends episodes whatsoever.”
She shook her head. “You can’t knock it until you’ve tried them, Dean.”
Dean kissed his wife’s temple. “No, I can knock them without ever wanting to try them, boo.”
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#LegsandLiquorStores will be out next week.
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