No [The End] ("Realistic" Ending)

"Excuse me?" I asked with an angry tone. Who the hell did this gal think she was? While I will admit she had a smoking hot body, and the sight of her making out with her girlfriend had been hot, the words coming out of her mouth had told me that she in no uncertain terms thought I was a male piece of shit.

The last thing I needed was her or her lesbian girlfriend trying to convert my wife, as I'd already seen the looks that the redhead had been giving Kaila. That whole make out session had served only to make Kaila more interested in them, and frankly we had enough marital troubles as it was with her sister and the living arrangement.

"I said I'm not..." The short haired blonde spoke again.

"No, I heard you." I turned off the engine. "I'm a little insulted that..."

"I'm simply stating that if we're going to be..." The gal in the Beret spoke again before I cut her off.

"No... no, I don't think so. This doesn't feel right to me." I cut her off with a sharp tone. "I was willing to overlook the fact you're armed, and I'm assuming that if you're carrying one weapon, you're carrying another. "

"Honey what are you..." Kaila asked, before noting the intent look on my face.

"Ladies, I'll drop you in Big Sur, but we're done. I don't know you, and frankly you've been a little creepy to me. I don't like the way you're looking at my wife, Charlotte." I hadn't been comfortable with the constant silencing of my wife, and now it felt like a good time to stand up for myself. If Kaila wanted to help these two out, she shouldn't be making decisions for me without consulting me. All I had offered the two was a ride, and I was not going to offer more if they were going to be putting conditions on my hospitality.

"Oh..." Charlotte spoke quietly, her accent diminishing rapidly. "I uh... "

"Ok, so... that works. Glad you're being clear right back, Brent." Helen remarked with a bright tone. "At least you're being upfront about it. Nothing personal, I just don't fuck guys."

"I used to." Charlotte remarked as I restarted the engine and turned the Van around in a rather cramped three point turn. "But... yeah, this is not feeling good to me either right now."

"Sorry, it was a dumb idea. This is supposed to be our second honeymoon, after all. You know, the one where we get it right?" Kaila reached over and touched my shoulder gently, before placing her hands back into her lap, and observing the sheets of rain outside as they poured onto the dismal and damp trees.

"Hey, you know... I think we could at least spring for an Uber to Monterey. You can get a bus there to San Francisco, or wherever you're going." I offered. I had rescued them, admittedly a bad call on my part, but now was a good place to walk out of the Drama. Once the cell call was made, the problem was no longer mine, and I would be able to enjoy my vacation and honeymoon again.

"Of course. Thanks for the ride. It sucked, but that wasn't your fault. You gotta do what you think is right, of course." Helen remarked, nodding her head, and adjusting the straps on her pack once more.

We got into the cabin a bit later than I expected, and the indoor picnic Idea went over like a lead balloon as all Kaila and I did was end up looking at our cell phones on the floor and arguing over who had to clean up. The TV didn't get any stations, and the radio only picked up some local crap that seemed obsessed with the late nineties. Plus, I think that while we were waiting on the Uber the potato salad went bad, because that night I got a terrible case of the runs and Kaila had a headache.

At least I had a couple six packs of beer to make the week go pretty quickly, and Kaila and I did what we could to talk about things and work things out. Unfortunately, we just kept coming back to the same arguments that had led to us needing this honeymoon in the first place. We'd argue, then one of us would end up sleeping on the hide-a-bed. The next morning we'd try again, but end up going around and around the same issues. I think we were almost relieved when my sister Imogene called and we could focus on something other than our problems. Once we had dropped her at my dad's and I'd gotten the umpteenth lecture about responsibility and announcing when I was taking time off, we just decided to call it a wash, and headed home.

Maybe we'll try it again with the honeymoon and kids, some day, but after the second ectopic pregnancy, Kaila decided that tubal ligation was a better solution than being dragged to the hospital in a near **** situation again. I guess we could adopt, but with my job, Kaila's job, and now her Sister's job giving us problems and dictating things, we just don't have the time. Kaila spends more time out and about these days than home, as does her sister. The place feels kinda empty most nights, but it's nice not to be bothered. I've never been a club guy, and my wife has her sister with her, so there's really nothing for me to worry about. Don't ask, don't tell works wonders to preserve a marriage.

THE END

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Note To the Reader... I didn't write most of the "Bad Ends" mentioned in the other endings. Time to fix that.