Characters: Nick, mentions of Alice
Summary: Nick marvels at how fast he got himself in hot water with his new wife.
Notes: Canon. Will appear in the next chapter, so can be considered a spoiler.
Word Count: 179
Nick frowned as he added logs to the fire. Alice was upstairs, unpacking noisily. She had a right to be mad at him, he had to concede. He had known for ages when he’d be headed off to basic training, and he’d kept that information to himself for weeks. Then he’d gone and slipped up and told Alice that he’d be leaving a week after their wedding. At their wedding. During their first dance as husband and wife. He groaned just thinking about it. He’d wanted to spare her the pain, and now he was the one suffering. He should have just ‘fessed up when he’d gotten his orders in the first place. Alice might be upset by the news, but he wouldn’t be wondering if he’d be spending his brief honeymoon banished to the sofa.
He struck a match and the small flame licked the kindling as it caught hold and began to warm the large great room. He stood before it and rubbed his hands, wondering exactly how much trouble he was in with his new bride.