A/N: I'm thinking five chapters. Give or take a few.

"I just can't believe you'd set up a vacation and not include me!" Adam followed Mack around the room like a puppy, watching her grab various clothes for her upcoming trip. "I mean, didn't we just get married? Shouldn't we be spending... I don't know, eternity together?"

Mack just glanced at him and kept packing, heading back into the closet to gather up the rest of her stuff.

"Where are you going anyway?"

"I'm not telling you."

He watched her pass him, blinking at the vacated spot for a second or two. "Why not!?"

"Because then you'll follow me." She folded a couple of dresses into her suitcase. "And I don't want you there."

"Why don't you want me there?"

"Because time away from each other would do us some good."

"What kind of logic is that?"

"It makes sense." She smiled up at him, digging through the dresser for her bathing suits. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder."

Adam furrowed his brow, pausing to think about that. He shook his head. "No. That's ridiculous."

"You're ridiculous." She bumped his hip with her own. "Move, I need to shut this."

"Hey, hey, hey!"


Adam pulled out her black nightgown, holding it up to her face. "What's this?"

"My nightgown."

"You can't wear this when I'm not there!" He threw it over his shoulder. "It's too sexy."

"Adam – "

"And you can't wear this dress!" He picked up the lacy, red dress, wadding it up. "You wore this the night I proposed to you."

"I did?"

Adam blushed slightly. "Uh... I mean, I think you did."

Mack smiled, winding her arms around his neck. "Aw. You remember girly details I don't. How cute you are!"

"Don't use my own words against me." He pushed her back. "I don't want you going on this trip."

"That's too bad." Mack zipped her bag shut just as the doorbell started ringing incessantly. "Because Ali and Britt are already here."

Adam hesitated as Mack went out into the hallway, thumping her suitcase behind her. She couldn't talk to him like that. He had a right to tell her she couldn't go.

He caught up with her. "What if I said no?"

Mack snorted and put her stuff in the foyer.

"I'm not kidding." Adam crossed his arms. "You're not going."

Mack put her hands on her hips. "Oh, yeah?"

Adam shifted. "Please?"

"No." She opened the door, smiling at her friends. "Ready to go, guys?"

"Yeah. And hurry!" Britt helped Mack take her suitcase to the car. "Michael and Matt are hot on our heels."

"So's Adam." Mack put her luggage in the trunk and ran up to Adam in the doorway, who was staring angrily out onto the sunny front yard.

"I don't want you to go."

"Too bad." She leapt into him, winding her arms around his neck as she pressed her lips to his mouth. She was down and heading toward the car before he could even react. "Bye, I love you!"

Adam shook his head clear, running after her. "Wait a minute!"

Mack sighed, leaning against the car's open door, sunglasses on. "What, Adam?"

Adam glanced angrily at Ali and Britt, leaning his face closer to Mack's. "I really don't feel comfortable with this little road trip."

"That's too bad."

Adam closed his eyes, wrinkling his nose angrily. His hand was twitching at his side. "I think you should listen to me."


Adam hit the side of his head. "Because I'm... Because I'm your husband!"

"Yes, you are." Mack kissed his frowning lips. "And you'll be my husband when I'm away, and my husband when I come back."

"Barf," Britt grumbled.

Adam's eyes sent daggers at Britt, but when Mack started getting into the car, they shot back to her. He reached out and grabbed her arm tightly. "I wasn't done talking to you."

"Adam, not now."

"No, you're going to listen to me."

"No, Adam." Mack reddened as his hand gripped harder. "Please. Not now."

"Oh." Adam let go. "Sorry."

"Oh, great!" Britt gestured to the car pulling in, giving Adam a dirty look. "Thanks to your husband, Matt found me."

Another car sped by, then screeched to a stop. It whipped back quickly and slammed into the mailbox, sending it sailing into the street.

Adam groaned.

"Michael found me!" Ali exclaimed.

Britt hit her arm. "Don't act excited."

"But I am."

Matt stormed up, his sunglasses shielding his eyes. "Britt, I can't believe you just left!"

"What'd you want me to do?"

"Stay and listen to what I have to say!"

"Do you always speak in iambic pentameter?" Mack asked, crossing her arms on the roof of the car.

"Shut up, MacKenzie." Matt nodded at Britt. "Why are you going on this trip?"

"Because it'll be fun."

"Why wasn't I invited?"

"Because it's no boys allowed."

Michael came running up, enveloping Ali in a big hug. "Why did you leave?"

"Because I'm going on a trip."

"Oh." Mike frowned slightly. "Why wasn't I invited?"

"Because we're going somewhere that doesn't approve of roosters."

"Shut up, MacKenzie."

Mack looked at Adam. "That's the second guy who's said that to me."

"Take their advice." He grabbed her hand when she went to punch him. "Or take mine and stay here."

"I won't do either." MacKenzie pulled away and got into the car. "Guys, let's go."

Britt kissed Matt. "We'll be back in a few days."

"But – "

"Don't worry, guys." Adam crossed his arms, smirking. "We'll just go on our own road trip."

"Yeah, we'll just – what?" Matt came over to him. "Are you crazy? We'll kill each other."

"It's just so they'll get jealous," Adam whispered. He nodded at the girls. "Yeah. We're gonna have a lot more fun than you do."

"Okay." Mack waved. "Bye, honey!"

Adam and Matt watched them back out, honking as they drove away.

"Great plan, asshole."

"Shut up, Matt." Adam turned away, sighing. "I can't believe she didn't listen to me. I mean... she's my wife. Why wouldn't she listen to me?"

"Because she knows what comes out of your mouth?"

"Shut up, Hardy."

"So guys!" Mike came up to them, smiling excitedly. "Where are we going?"

"We're not really – "

"No, no." Adam nodded. "Let's really do this. Let's really go on this road trip."

"Where would we go?"

"I have... a few places in mind."

Matt sighed, rubbing his hand down his face. "God help us."

"Don't fret, Hardy. I will." Adam nodded. "I'm driving."

A/N: Adam is GOD. It gets better, I promise. Review.