As soon as Ashley put the car in park in front of their home, Spencer was out and getting Kennedy.  Leaving Ashley to unpack the car.  The brunette did so without argument, and then headed into Kennedy’s room to see if they could finish their conversation.  The blonde was lightly humming to the sleeping baby when she got there.  She walked next to Spencer and tried to touch her arm, hoping it would show the blonde that she was still here.  In the room, as well as in the relationship.  Spencer just shook her hand off and walked into their bedroom without a sound.  Ashley followed and watched as Spencer started pulling sheets out of their closet.  She threw them at Ashley and then proceeded to the bed removing Ashley’s pillow and throwing it with such vigor that it nearly knocked the surprised brunette over.

“Spencer you do know that it’s a little early for me to go sleep on the couch, right?”  The blonde just gave her a deathly look that made Ashley cringe.  “Never mind, I’ll just go make my bed.”

“Fine, get out.”  Spencer laid out on the bed and turned on the TV.  Ashley dejectedly walked out of the room and made up a bed on the couch.  She would sleep in the guest room, but that would feel too permanent and she hoped this would all be over soon.

            Ashley flipped through channels on the TV hoping to find something interesting to watch, but nothing was catching her attention.  It was mid-afternoon and already she wanted to go to sleep.  She finally turned the TV off and slowly got up and walked into the kitchen.  She perused the fridge, then the freezer, then the cupboards, only to go back to the freezer.  She pulled out 3 tubs of ice cream followed by the other ingredients for her favorite desert.

            Ashley sat back, marveling at her perfectly made banana split.  She thought seriously about taking a picture thinking that some ice cream parlor could use it for marketing.  She shook that thought off as quickly as it entered her mind however and greedily dug into it.  She was too busy divulging herself to hear someone coming down the stairs, or walking through the living room into the kitchen.  Spencer watched as Ashley messily ate her ice cream and couldn’t help the small smile that crossed her features.  She may be extremely pissed off, but honestly who could stay mad at a woman who has chocolate syrup dripping from her nose and strawberries practically hanging from her lips as she shoveled the gooey substance into her mouth.