Good NightAsa: "He's perfect, darling. I'm so proud."
Marissa: "Of course he's perfect! He's my--" she paused. "--
our son."
Of course, Marissa wasn't the only one excited to coo over the newest addition to the household.
A certain someone was thrilled to be a grandpa.
Devon: "How's Jaden? Can I hold him?"
Marissa: "I just put him down for a nap."
Devon: "Maybe later then. And you? How are you, princess? How's married life?"
Marissa: "Huh? What? I mean, it's perfect, daddy. Why do you ask?"
Devon: "Oh, no reason," he said, but he knew his daughter too well to be fooled.
He decided it was time to pull this new son-in-law aside for a little chat.
Devon: "So, you married my daughter."
Asa: "Yup. I mean, er, yes, sir."
Devon: "You're older than her," he observed. "Almost as old as I am."
Devon shot him a withering glare, and Asa decided to come clean.
Asa: "I love her, but she doesn't know that. This whole marriage thing is just a sham, but I'm going to make her happy, if I can . . . sir."
Devon just 'humphed' stoically and sat there for a long, silent minute.
Devon: "I like you," he declared suddenly. "Go get her, kid."
Asa brightened. And that was the beginning of what turned out to be a very great friendship.
But while the boys were having their chat, Marissa received a rather unexpected invitation.
Marissa: "Marisela, you . . . asked me to meet you here. I thought you didn't want to ever see me again."
Marisela just nodded. "I guess you had the kid already."
What happened after that, Marissa could hardly make sense of.
They each accused the other of being a diva, which was true: they both were.
Marisela got so mad, she slapped her.
And then she instantly regretted it and tried to come on to her, which should have thrilled and delighted Marissa.
A few days ago, she wanted nothing else but for Marisela to say it was all okay and that they could still see each other.
Yet somehow she found herself saying:
Marissa: "I'm . . . I'm married now. I'm not sure what that means, . . . but I think I want to find out."
When she came home that night, Marissa found her husband tinkering away in the lab and decided to give him a sound kiss.
He was shocked.
Asa: "Oh! Um, what was that all about, darling?"
Marissa: "It's traditional, right? To kiss goodnight? Well, I'm going to bed."
Asa: "Oh, okay."
Marissa: "That's all," she added, somewhat defensively.
Asa: "Well, goodnight then."
She nodded. "Goodnight."
