for Mark
Jealousy was not something that Maureen dealt with very often. Most of the time her relationships were casual enough that she didn't care who else the other person was with. And when she wanted someone, she got them. She was the cheater, not the cheated-on, and she was rejected so infrequently that it just rarely came up...
So the intense flare-up when she'd seen Mark making out with Angela at Roger's birthday party had come as a surprise even to her. She'd felt a tug of it when she'd heard him with House, but it was nothing like this. This was unmistakable. And she realized exactly what she was thinking:
I'm the woman in his life, damnit!
Maybe it was irrational, the distinction she was making, but she made it just the same. Mark's relationships with men didn't bother her, but this did. He hadn't been with women at all since her. Except her. Until now.
Maureen had never felt like this before, and she had no idea how to deal with it. So she tried not to. She tried to ignore it, to keep herself busy, not to spend too much time with Mark, stay out late so he was asleep when she came home... but that couldn't go on forever.
She was going to fight for him, even if neither he nor anyone else even knew there was a battle. So she resorted to the only weapon she had in her arsenal. She knew exactly how to push Mark's buttons. In a good way.
Which was why walked from her room to his wearing a red satin nightie.
"Hi."
So the intense flare-up when she'd seen Mark making out with Angela at Roger's birthday party had come as a surprise even to her. She'd felt a tug of it when she'd heard him with House, but it was nothing like this. This was unmistakable. And she realized exactly what she was thinking:
I'm the woman in his life, damnit!
Maybe it was irrational, the distinction she was making, but she made it just the same. Mark's relationships with men didn't bother her, but this did. He hadn't been with women at all since her. Except her. Until now.
Maureen had never felt like this before, and she had no idea how to deal with it. So she tried not to. She tried to ignore it, to keep herself busy, not to spend too much time with Mark, stay out late so he was asleep when she came home... but that couldn't go on forever.
She was going to fight for him, even if neither he nor anyone else even knew there was a battle. So she resorted to the only weapon she had in her arsenal. She knew exactly how to push Mark's buttons. In a good way.
Which was why walked from her room to his wearing a red satin nightie.
"Hi."