“I’m not kidding either.”

“Ashley.”

“I know, I know,” the rocker said. “It’s strange huh?”

“Yeah it is,” the blonde agreed. “I like it.”

“Me too,” Ashley nodded. “I like being drama free. It gives us more time to think about the wedding and our honeymoon.”

“Where should our honeymoon be?”

“We’re definitely not going to Hawaii,” the rocker deadpanned.

“Agreed,” Spencer chuckled. Her face scrunched up in thought. “How about the Bahamas?”

“Sounds good to me,” Ashley agreed then with a twinkle in her eye she added, “Any place where I can get you into bikini is good.”

“Pervert,” Spencer muttered slapping the brunette stomach lightly.

“I’m only human,” the rocker laughed. “But in all seriousness about the honeymoon. As much as I would love to be completely alone… for security reasons the group has to come with us.”

“Oh, yeah,” Spencer whispered.

“Is that a problem,” Ashley questioned.

“No,” Spencer quickly replied. “I’m used to it.”

“We’ll be in a separate area though,” the rocker continued. “I promise we will get our alone time. I’ll also make sure we’re in an Eric free zone.”

“That sounds ideal,” the blonde sighed blissfully.

“Did someone say my name,” Eric asked as he barged into the room.

“Dude,” Ashley yelled tossing a pillow at his head.

“Hey, watch it,” the driver chastised. “I just came in here to tell you that breakfast is ready.”

“Thank you Eric,” Spencer giggled.

“Who made it,” the rocker questioned.

“Me,” Eric stated proudly.

Ashley pretended to gag, “I think I’ll pass.”

“Hey,” Eric frowned. “I am an excellent cook.”

“Eric,” the rocker sighed. “The last time you made eggs they were purple.”

“I spilt grape soda in the batch,” the driver replied.

“They also started to crawl across my plate,” Ashley continued.

“Well that was because,” Eric paused as he thought for a reply. “Well, I don’t know why that had happened actually.”

“Like I said, I’ll pass,” the rocker repeated.

“At least I didn’t try to cook bacon in an oven while it’s still in a package,” Eric chuckled.

Ashley shot a glare at Spencer, “You told him about that,” she gasped.

“It slipped,” the blonde whispered sheepishly.

The brunette turned back to the driver. “Out,” she commanded pointing to the door.