You might think that a man in Ashley’s position would be thrilled to hear the words prenup come up, to not be the one to have to bring that and his attorney’s to the table. If you thought that you would be wrong. He didn’t really like the idea. It was like planning for disaster. Yeah, he probably should plan for bad things to happen, but he was a little old fashioned about this. What is mine is yours. For better or worse.

A prenup felt like he was saying, I hope this works out, but a part of me thinks it won’t. Ashley didn’t like that.

“No. No prenup. I don’t want it.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I think I recall that…” Of course he did. She was adorable when she got all pumped up and excited. Ashley had half expected her to jump up and down on the bed. Which he wouldn’t have protested one bit. Turning his head he smirked when he saw the sign.

“That’s my present? You're taking me to a strip club?”

He was sold. Ashley was going to marry this girl.