My wife is unable to have children and even though I told her long ago I didn't care about that, I think she believes I resent her for it which is not...the case at all. We've begun to argue over every little thing and I wish we could return to how things were, when we we're young and madly in love. I need something new and different to get me out of this funk... but what?**** "Hey honey, I'm on my way home. Need anything?" "No dear. Just get home safely." She seems to be in a good mood I. .." Stephan warned just before Kat picked up the gold apple that sat on the stand next to door. Turning around, she held in her hand testing it's weight."Did I ever tell you that I was the pitcher of my softball team at ITS?" she asked sweetly."No, that's something else that you neglected telling me," he growled."Well, let me rectify that," she smiled sweetly at him before winding her arm up and throwing the apple at him as hard as she could. She smiled in satisfaction as he dropped to his. ”Hey, I’m British, not stupid, I can take a hint. “Do you want to go ring shopping?” I asked, trying to keep the fear of rejection from my voice.She gave me what I was to learn was her coy look. Head bent slightly forward, blonde hair falling over her face, striking blue eyes looking up at me. “What sort of ring?”“One with a diamond or maybe a sapphire to match your eyes.”“Any specific reason you want to buy me a ring?”“I have this vague idea that you might like to marry me.”“I might.”“Well if. You ARE a slut aren't you?"And she wrapped her arms around Rosa and hugged her."Hey, easy does it. We're in the public eye, you know." Rosa laughed."Then let's get out of the eye," Terry said with a broad smile."Are you guy's still looking for a place?" Rosa asked."Actually, yes we are," Josie replied with another wry grin."Then let's kill two birds with one stone," Rosa smirked, eying Terry's bulge in his tan slacks. "I know the perfect place.They got into Rosa's Mercedes, but not before Terry.