The Morning After

The next morning Mila found herself alone in bed. She sat up, holding the blanket to her chest as she looked around the room, searching for any sign of Drew. Now holding the blanket up with one hand while the other ran over his side of the bed; the sheets were cold. He had been gone for a while.

The blanket made a whooshing sound as she threw them off her. She threw her feet over the edge of the bed, relishing the feel of the soft carpet under her feet. She wiggled her toes a bit as she thought about the things she had to do that day. Spend the morning with Drew, get ready for a late lunch with her friends, go shopping for an outfit for his birthday as well as for their honeymoon the following week. Then she had to come back home and get dinner ready for herself and Drew while they planned for his last minute birthday party. A frivolous day, but it had to be done.

"Morning."

Mila looked to her left to see Drew walking back into the room, sweating with a towel draped around his neck and a smile on his face.

"You're rather chipper this morning." She smiled back at him. "The liquor give you a goodnight sleep?"

His smiled turned into a frown. He wiped his face with the towel around his neck before looking at Mila again, now with a confused expression on his face. Drew went to sit next to her, only stopping when he remembered that his basketball shorts were drenched in sweat.

"What happened?"

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

Mila figured that he would have known something was wrong when he woke up in his clothes from yesterday. She tilted her head to the side, unsure if she should mention anything. Last night when she tried to speak to him about what happened, he became upset and went as far as accusing her of doing the same thing with Baron.

"We got married."

"No shit." Mila shook her head. "That's not what I'm talking about."

"Are you going to tell me?"

Drew anxiously shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he tugged on the ends of the towel. She was being quiet which meant she was in thought. When Mila was in thought, he knew he was going to hear what was on her mind.

"Did you at all find it odd that you woke up in your clothes from yesterday?" Mila asked, looking up at him. She folded her hands and laid them in her lap. "That I'm dressed in my pajamas."

"I admit that I drank a lot last night." He said, tugging on the ends of the towel again. "Did something happen when we got home last night?"

"You remember nothing?" Mila asked, her eyebrow raised. "Like at all?"

"The last thing I really vividly remember is us having our dance..." Drew's sentence trailed off for a moment. "...and saying that we loved each other. Then I started drinking."

Mila rubbed her lips together, nodding in understanding. Suddenly, it all clicked. His drinking, the standoffish behavior, the flirting; she threw out those three little words in a false manner and he panicked. If anything, given their circumstances and with all eyes on them, she thought he would have known what she was doing.

"I get it now." She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "I thought you would have figured out what I was doing, but stupid me. I should have known you would have freaked out."

"I didn't freak out."

She patted the empty spot on the bed next to her. "Just sit down. I'll throw your clothes and the damn comforter in the wash later. We won't wait for the maid to come."

He hesitantly sat down next to her, suddenly nervous about what he had done. Given her calm demeanor, he should have known it wasn't super horrible, but that just made him all the more anxious.

"You really know how to make a guy sweat." Drew finally said.

"If I did, you wouldn't need to work out as much."

"I'd rather enjoying working out, especially with you." He teased, gently nudging her with his elbow. "I can always go for another round."

Mila rolled her eyes. "Get your mind out of the gutter."

"You started it."

"We're getting off track here." Mila sighed, fiddling with the hem of her shorts. "Look, it wasn't a big deal to me because I know the truth. My friends and your friends don't know so it was a huge deal to them, but I think I reacted in the appropriate manner. Though, your colleague's date may hate me."

Drew glanced at her, confused.

"You were flirting with her, out in the open, during our reception." Mila patted him on the knee. "Keep your dick in your pants while we're married. You're going to give us away. I had to slip into the jealous wife role. I don't think your friend was fond of it, but she backed off fairly quickly. Then when I pulled you aside just to tell you to cool it, you thought I was attacking you."

He ran a hand over his face, letting out a muffled groan. "Anything else happen?"

"You accused me of getting cozy with Baron and you made a complete ass out of yourself." Mila shrugged. "I really couldn't get through to you."

Just the mention of Baron's name and he could feel his blood pressure spike. Something about Mila's friend irked him to no end. Maybe it was his suspicions about their relationship or maybe it was his personality. He couldn't quite figure out which bothered him more.

"How did you handle the situation?"

"I didn't scream at the top of my lungs, teeth gritted, tugging on my skirt kind of thing if that's what you think happened. I played the jealous passive aggressive wife, all with a smile on my face. She backed off and shortly after that people started leaving."

He couldn't help but cringe. Running his hand over his face again, he kept his gaze straight ahead, suddenly embarrassed by the scene he had caused the night before.

"I'm sorry." Drew finally said after finding the courage to look at her. "When I drink I'm just-"

"Stop it right there." Mila interrupted him. "I know what you're going to say and I don't need to hear the cliché excuses and behavioral patterns, Drew. Just learn how to control yourself. Don't freak out if I tell you I love you in front of people. Those aren't real feelings. I'm pretending to be a loving wife. That doesn't mean you need to hit the sauce."

"My actions were uncalled for. I've told you before and I'm telling you again, I really do like you, Mila. Not everybody would do what you are doing for me." He took her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I really appreciate you and I'm sorry I embarrassed you...again. I promise I'll get my shit together."

Mila laughed. "I know. We're going to have rocky start, Drew. I don't expect either one of us to change our habits overnight. We're going to have to be extra careful. Sheamus already told me to not let you off easy."

"Dick."

"He's looking out for you."

"More like he's looking out for you."

"Nah, he's got no reason to. I think our talk on the plane helped smooth things over a bit, but he is still unsure about me."

They fell silent for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts. Drew glanced at Mila, remembering that she mentioned being in her pajamas. As she pointed out earlier, he did wake up in his clothes from the day before.

"Who got you out of your wedding dress?"

"You did."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. Who else? We're the only ones in the house." Mila untangled her hand from his and got up. She walked over to her closet, pushing the door open. "It took you about forty-five minutes in your condition and a lot of impatient screaming from me, but you did it."

"I should have just ripped it off you."

With a laugh Mila stepped out of the closet, standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips. "I told you the very same thing and you know what you said to me? My heart melted, I'll admit."

Drew shook his head.

"You told me I looked too beautiful for you to rip the dress off and that I should keep it for memories sake."

"That doesn't sound like me."

"Then you tried to make a move on me."

"That sounds like me."

With the shake of her head, Mila disappeared into the closet. From where he was sitting he could hear the faint sounds of her going through her clothes, all the while singing to herself. He couldn't help but smile, he was already enjoying life with her.

Mila collapsed on the couch after dropping her friends off at the airport. After tearful goodbyes and promises to head out west soon, she sped home. Leaving them had left a feeling of emptiness in her that she hadn't felt when she moved out to Boston. The only thing she wanted to do was be in Drew's arms and hope to find some comfort there.

Drew's car wasn't in the driveway when she pulled up and that feeling of emptiness only grew. She flipped on the TV and laid back on the sofa, hoping to numb herself to her thoughts. She flipped from channel to channel until she finally settled on a serial killer documentary. Tossing the remote to the side, she glued her eyes to the screen, staring through the program.

A smile spread across his face when he saw Mila's car in the driveway. He couldn't wait to get home, away from Sheamus and Rusev to be with her. They had finished planning his birthday party and much to his chagrin the Zelina situation came up. He had spent the morning feeling awful, mostly because he knew he had embarrassed Mila in front of strangers.

"Mila, I'm home!"

Just as he had his shoes off, Mila appeared in the foyer, a sad smile on her face. He was about to ask what was on her mind when she ran into his arms, burying her face in his chest. Drew wrapped one arm around her waist, while his free hand stroked her hair, reassuring her it was going to be fine.

"How do you know it's going to be fine? You don't know what's wrong." Mila pulled her head off his chest and looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears.

"You come to me with a sad smile and tears in your eyes and I know something is wrong." He wiped away a stray tear with the pad of his thumb. "I'm going to do as much as I can to protect you and help you while we're together."

"I'm sorry." Mila pulled herself out his hold. "I'm just really off today."

Being out of his arms left her feeling cold all of a sudden. She wrapped her arms around herself as she started away from him, allowing her last words to hang in the air between them. Between the wedding and her friends leaving, her nerves were getting the best of her.

"Whoa, you just can't leave me hanging like that." Drew followed her up the steps. "You can't just run to me looking for comfort and then walk off. Look, whatever hurts you, hurts me and vice versa. You're the one that's always saying this won't work if we don't work together."

Mila abruptly stopped, turning to look down on Drew who was three steps behind her. She gripped the railing with one hand while she ran the other through her hair and blowing out a breath from between her lips.

"Just hearing the words in my own head is ridiculous, I can't imagine what they'd sound like out loud."

Without waiting for his response, Mila hurried up the rest of the stairs with Drew following close behind her. He followed her, catching her at the landing. He held her at the elbows, pulling her close to him.

"Tell me what's wrong." He lowered his face to hers. "Maybe I can help."

Her eyes locked with his and she saw the sincerity in them. Her eyes drifted shut for a moment, thinking back to how much she couldn't wait to be home with him, in his arms. She opened her eyes again and met his stare, her lips still trembling.

"I just feel so alone." Mila managed to whisper. "I know it sounds stupid because I'm here with you. Seeing my friends every day for a week for the first time in a month made me happy. I hadn't realized how homesick I was going to be when they left today. We had lunch and I took them to the airport and suddenly I felt empty."

"Don't feel stupid." Drew whispered, holding her tighter. "You've gone through more than I have in the last month. You uprooted your entire life to be here-to help me. What you are feeling is normal, but please, don't feel alone. I'm always going to be here for you. I owe you so much."

"Can you just hold me?"

Mila broke their embrace and laced her hand with his. He allowed her to lead them to their bedroom. She crawled into bed and he followed suit. He wrapped an arm around her when she curled into his side. She laid her head on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. With Drew gently smoothing his hand over his hair and listening to the rhythm of his heart, Mila was asleep in no time.

"I'm sorry about Zelina." Drew whispered when he was sure she was asleep. "I can be quite the idiot sometimes, as you well know. I don't know what came over me. Habit, I suppose. Maybe it was what you said. I was afraid when you said you loved me. Even though I know what you said was for the moment, so everyone can look on in awe, I still got freaked out. Nobody has ever uttered those words to me. Genuine or otherwise. All I can say is I'm sorry...again. But I did mean what I said-I promise to protect you as much as I can."

He held her a little tighter and closed his eyes. Soon he was asleep too.

The sound of chimes is what woke him up. Drew stared up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to remember where he was. He glanced to his right and found Mila asleep next to him. It all came rushing back; her need for comfort, his promise he whispered to himself after she had fallen asleep. He was about to wrap an arm around her and pull her back to him when he heard those chimes again. Groaning, he got out of bed, finally realizing someone was at the front door.

When he reached the door and saw the flaming red hair through the glass pane, he sighed. He pulled the door open to reveal an impatient Sheamus.

"Took you long enough, mate." He muttered walking inside. "You two need to get out of the honeymoon stage and fast."

Drew swung the door shut with a shake of his head. He had forgotten he had invited Sheamus over. He needed some time away from home and the kids to keep himself sane, so Drew had invited him over.

"Our wedding was yesterday."

"You've been cutesy and nauseating since I met the two of you in Miami." Sheamus countered. "Speaking of, where is she?"

"We'll talk in the den." Drew said as he started for the den. "She's asleep. She was having a hard time earlier and exhaustion knocked her out."

"I can't imagine the realization of being stuck with you was an easy thought to process."

"You're funny." Drew said as he walked into the den and sat down. "Maybe when I fire you, you can finally become a comedian."

Sheamus walked to the bar and picked up the bottle of whiskey. "You'd never fire me."

Drew shook his head. "That's what you think."

He tossed some ice in a glass and poured the whiskey, a smirk on his face. "That's your best come back?"

Drew walked over to the bar and sat down on the barstool, leaning forward to swipe Sheamus's drink. He took a long gulp of his drink before setting the glass down on the marble countertop. He nervously moved the glass from side to side, his mind wandering back to Mila.

Sheamus's hand shot out, taking the glass away from Drew. The sound of the glass scraping back and forth on the counter was driving him nuts. He put the glass aside, picked up his own drink and then walked around the bar and going over to the couch.

"I'm worried about Mila." Drew said as he reached over the counter to grab his drink. "She was really upset when I got home today."

"I wonder why." Sheamus smirked.

"It wasn't about that."

Drew didn't miss the shocked expression on Sheamus's face. Any sane person would be upset if their spouse was flirting with another person at their wedding. If anything that should have been at the forefront of his thoughts. Mila was right, they really did have to be careful.

"Well, yes, she was upset about that too." Drew stammered. "We talked about it this morning and we've worked through it, at least I hope we did. I don't want her dwelling on it and making herself even more upset."

Sheamus remained silent and expressionless; he didn't believe him for one second. Drew finished off the rest of his whiskey and got up and went to the bar. He filled his glass with more ice and took the bottle of Jack with him, the silence still dragging between them.

He filled his glass and then set the bottle on the table between them. Falling back onto the couch, he sat back and took a swig of his drink, shuddering a bit as the liquor worked its way down his throat.

"I think it finally hit her today that she was all alone here. Having her friends here and then taking them to the airport really set in stone that she has nobody but me here. Mila uprooted her entire life to be here with me, I don't think either one of us thought hard about what she was doing."

"You two are a couple of geniuses."

"Spare me the sarcasm."

"Well, what did you think would happen?" Sheamus asked, stretching his arm out to grab the bottle of Jack. "Of course, Mila is going to be feel alone. Even if you're her husband, you're still a stranger, she's by herself. She's surrounded by your friends and family. Everything that is here isn't for her. Well, for now at least."

Drew put his drink on the table. "Do you think I hadn't thought of that? It didn't occur to me how hard the transition could be for her, especially now. Hopefully, in time she won't feel alone."

"And she'll start working and find friends of her own. It isn't fair for her to only have your friends." Sheamus interrupted him. "Mila is a person, not a dog. She isn't going to be at your beck and call."

"Nor do I expect her to be."

"Her friends being here was the most familiar thing for her since moving out here." Sheamus pointed out. "It'll take her some time to adjust. She most likely plans on working, I imagine."

They hadn't discussed it, so Drew never thought about it. Even in the short time he had known Mila, she didn't seem like the type to sit around and wait for people.

"She does. I don't think it isn't so much her not working that is bothering her, it's adjusting to not having familiar people around. She just feels alone is all. There's got to be something I can do for her before she starts getting her life in order here."

"For starters don't be a cheating douche."

"I'm never going to live that incident down, am I?"

"Because it was on your wedding day? Absolutely not."

"Why do I bother talking to you?"

"Because someone needs to keep your head out of your arse." Sheamus shrugged.

"I was, from what I was told, flirting. Flirting is not cheating." Drew reached for his phone in his back pocket. "I would never hurt her."

"Still not going to live it down. Mila's day was tainted because of you."

"It was my day too."

"Nobody cares about the groom."

"Where should I order pizza from?" He changed the subject.

The Irishman shrugged. Pizza was the last thing on his mind. Drew was sure quick to shrug the entire ordeal off. From the way he spoke of the situation, it didn't sound like he was too concerned about Mila's move here or the fact that he was hitting on another woman at their wedding. Something wasn't adding up.

"Doesn't matter." Sheamus got up. "I'll get the beer."

Mila found Drew and Sheamus hanging out in the den. Pizza and beer was sitting on the table between them. They spoke between bites, their conversation punctuated with light laughter. She leaned against the doorway for a moment, focusing on Drew. In the short time she had known him, she hadn't seen him so relaxed and at ease. They've had more tense moments than tender ones, so seeing him in such a lighthearted mood made her feel better.

"Look who has decided to join us again."

Smiling at Sheamus, she joined the two men, choosing to sit on the couch next to Drew.

"Morning, baby." He teased, pecking her on the lips.

"Morning? What time is it anyway?"

Sheamus checked his watch. "Almost eleven."

"Why didn't you guys wake me? I could have made something instead of you having to order out."

"It's been a long few weeks for you, babe. I know you haven't gotten much sleep." Drew shrugged. "You deserve all the rest in the world."

Mila shook her head, briefly smiling again. She grabbed a paper plate off the table and reached into the pizza box for a slice. She took a bite, taking a moment to chew and swallow while ignoring Sheamus feigning sickness.

"I didn't expect to see you here tonight, Sheamus."

Tossing his plate on the table, Sheamus picked up his beer before making himself comfortable in his seat. Resting his beer bottle on his thigh, he let out a small laugh.

"Needed a night out of the house." He shrugged. "The kids were going nuts and the wife was having her friends over."

"Can't handle the kids and some friends so you ditched her?"

"I think she prefers I'm not home when her friends are there." Sheamus joked.

Drew wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling Mila closer to him. "Even saints like his wife deserve a night away from him."

"I'm really hurt that you two would gang up on me like this." He retorted, holding a hand up to his heart. "Especially you, Mila. I thought you were better than that."

Mila laughed. "You're giving me too much credit for having just met me."

"As the days goes on, I'm beginning to believe you two belong together." He shook his head. "God help us all."

Drew smirked. "It warms my heart that my best friend and wife can banter so well together."

"Mila is a triple threat; she can handle you, she works, and from what I hear she knows her way around the kitchen."

Rubbing her forehead, Mila released a sigh, trying to hold her tongue. She had to remind herself-based off what she heard-that Drew seemingly dated women who may not have known their way around a kitchen or been able to deal with him. If they did, Drew didn't stick around long enough to find out.

"Contrary to what you may believe, I am multifaceted. I'm not just another pretty girl on your friend's arm."

Drew squirmed next to Mila, bracing himself. Despite himself, Sheamus really knew how to put his foot in his mouth. Mila really knew how to use her words wisely. Even if they were on shaky ground, Drew knew there were going to be moments where they would butt heads.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean that." Sheamus muttered, embarrassed. "Um, Drew's history with..."

He unwrapped his arm from around Mila's shoulders and rose to his feet, quickly interrupting Sheamus. "Hey, it's getting late! You should probably head home. You have a long day at the office, especially since I won't be in tomorrow."

Drew quickly ushered Sheamus out of the den, leaving Mila alone for a moment.

"You need to learn how to keep your mouth shut." Drew muttered, running a hand through his hair. "She won't say it out loud, but I think she's a little sensitive about..."

"About you whoring around." Sheamus interrupted with a shrug. "That's understandable. I wish I didn't have to say that, but I was at your wedding and saw what happened. I really didn't mean to offend her. I'm not used to you being with someone who is so put together."

"I know that, but I don't think she understands that." Drew sighed. "We're still learning about each other, so it's going to take her a while to open up about who I used to be."

"That's why you guys shouldn't have gotten engaged and married in such a short span of time."

Sheamus couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was that made him suspicious about their relationship and marriage. Drew only contemplating marriage was out of character, never mind actually getting married.

"It's done and over with." Drew opened the door for him.

"Yeah, it is." Sheamus agreed. He pulled his car keys out of his pocket. "I'll see you in a couple of days. Don't wear each other out."

"Fuck off."

"See you in a few days."

When Sheamus reached his car, Drew shut the front door and went to go find Mila. He found her in the den, curled up on the couch, looking through her phone. He kneeled down in front of the couch, laying a hand on her thigh.

"I'm sorry about what he said."

"Don't be." Mila shrugged as she locked her phone and tossed it on the couch beside her. "I enjoyed making him squirm."

"You slept a great deal longer than you planned, what are you going to do for the rest of the night?"

Mila glanced down at his hand, suddenly aware of it being on her thigh. Licking her lips, she locked her gaze with his, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Leaning her face in towards his, Mila began to inch her lips towards his.

"I think I have an idea."

Drew leaned in further as he gently cupped her face, their lips almost touching. "Mmm, what's that?"

Her forehead was now pressed to his, her nose bumping against his. She pecked his lips once, then twice. Her lips ventured away from his, gently gliding along his jaw. With each feathered kiss, his breathing grew labored. He gripped her thigh, hissing when her teeth nipped on his earlobe.

Mila's next words came out low, barely even a whisper. "You clean up this mess. I'm going to shower."

With a smile on her face, Mila peeled Drew's hand off her thigh and slid off the couch, squeezing through the small space between Drew and the couch. She scampered out of the room, leaving him there, dumbstruck.

He looked in the doorway, almost expecting to find Mila standing there, beckoning him to her. He glanced back at the pizza box, beer bottles, and paper plates scattered across the table; the mess could wait until the morning. Within the blink of an eye, Drew was back on his feet and striding out of the den.

Drew found her in the master bathroom. His clothes fell in a trail behind him as he walked through the steam filled bathroom. As he drew closer to the shower, he could make out her silhouette through the glass doors. He pulled the door open and slid inside shower.

The sight of her before him left him craving more of her. Droplets of water cascaded down her body, making her appear all the more sensual. Drew licked his lips as if he could still taste her on him. Watching her like this, wet and naked, fingers raking through her wet locks, his craving for her intensified. He came up behind her, gently wrapping his arms around her waist.

"You're a tease, you know that?" Drew whispered in her ear.

Mila dropped her head against his chest, her eyes drifting shut as she let out a contented sigh. Between the hot water pouring over them and Drew's arms wrapped around her, she felt a sense of comfort she hadn't felt in a long time.

"Am I?"

"Uh-huh." He answered as his hand drifted between her legs, nudging them apart.

Mila gasped when his finger slid inside of her. Her head fell back against his chest while her hands fumbled to hold onto something to keep her from sliding out of his grasp and onto the shower floor. From parted lips her moans came while Drew moved his thick fingers in and out of her.

"God, yes." Mila breathed out.

Her left hand found his wrist and she squeezed on it as tight as she could, while the palm of her right hand lay against the shower wall. With each movement of his fingers, her moans grew louder, pleading for more. Drew's deep voice rumbled in her ears.

Drew withdrew his fingers from her and turned Mila around to face him. He held her to him with one arm firmly wrapped around her waist and the other stretched out and laying flat against the wet shower wall behind her. His lips crushed down to hers, hungrily kissing her, his tongue tangling with hers. His hissed into the kiss when he felt her nails scrape down his chest.

Her hands drifted further down his chest and right between them. She found his cock, gently circling her hand around it and running it up and down repeatedly. When Drew hissed again she smiled against their kiss before pulling her head back to look at him.

Finding her wrist, Drew gripped it and pulled her hand off his cock. The water fell down around them as they stared at each other trying to catch their breath. With ease, Drew lifted Mila off her feet and pushed her against the wall. A moan of pleasure turned into a gasp when she felt Drew's cock inside of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and steadied her hands on his shoulders. Drew gripped her under her ass, holding on tightly as he pumped in and out of her, his lips eagerly attaching to the side of her neck.

Mila's head tilted to the side, exposing more of her neck to Drew. She relished in the feel of the water pouring over them, his lips all over and his cock inside of her. Each moan grew louder, each plea breathier than the last. Her skin was on fire, her heart was pounding with each thrust.

"God, yes, Drew!" Mila moaned. "Please, hard-harder."

His lips glided across her collar bone to the other side of her neck, biting into her flesh when her nails dug into his shoulders. Each stroke grew more powerful than the last. Mila's hips were synching up with his, the heels of her feet digging into his ass.

"Look at me!" He growled. "Ahhh fuck. Keep your-oh fuck, Mila- your eyes on mine."

"Just-ohh ohhhh ohhh- keep going." Mila got out between moans.

Her walls were clenching around him and her movements were starting to slow down. Her teeth sank into her lower lip and her back arched off the wall as she came down around him. Her orgasm flowed through her body as she shivered against him. She pushed her upper body into Drew's, burying her face in the crook of his neck as he came undone inside her, his entire body shaking against hers, a loud growl ripping into her ear.

"I think by the time two years are up, we're going to have a hard time parting based off our sex life alone."

"Don't put me down yet." Mila whispered in his ear. "I don't think I can stand on my own right now."

"I need more of you."

They stared at each other in silence in an effort to catch their breath. When Mila unwrapped her legs from his waist, Drew gently planted her on her feet. She stood on her tiptoes to plant another kiss on his lips.

"You'll be sick of me in no time."

Turning away from him, Mila reached forward for her loofa. Drew came up behind her again, holding her by the shoulders, his lips near her ear, muttering words she wanted to block out and forget, but knew she wouldn't be able to. Nothing had ever rang truer; 'you're just as bad as I am'.

Tilting her head back, she looked up at him. Her lips were turned into a worried frown. "Don't-"

"Fall in love with you." Drew finished for her.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! I've had such a hard time getting anything written for the longest time. Hopefully, I'm out of my slump now and I can get back to writing regularly.