"Anna, please, baby, don't be mad at me!" Kevin Richardson begged, running up the stairs and after his wife as he stormed up to their room.
"Don't be mad at you?! Don't be mad at you, Kevin?!" she echoed. "You're getting other women's phone numbers."
"No, I'm not!" Kevin denied. "Those are fans, baby. Just fans, and nothing more. The fans always give me their numbers like that. I didn't do anything! Please..."
"Kevin, I am your wife!" Anna reminded him. "Which means that you shouldn't be getting other people's numbers, regardless of whether or not they like your music!"
"It's not like that," Kevin pleaded. "I didn't get their numbers, they gave them to me!"
"Because you let them!" Anna finished.
"Stop calling me that. Look, Kevin, we spend too much time away from each other to do anything like this that could be misinterpreted! Trust—"
"Should not be an issue, because we're married," Kevin finished, starting to get just a little ticked off.
"Trust is always an issue, Kevin. It's the basis of a relationship!"
Kevin glared at her. "Oh, and here I was thinking it was love."
Anna stared at him for a second. "Oh, fuck you!" she yelled, going into the bedroom and starting to slam the door.
Kevin jammed his foot in it and stopped her. "Anna..." he murmured in the low tone that she could never resist. "This is stupid. Do you honestly think that I would ever cheat on you?" he asked, stepping inside the room and wrapping his arms around her waist.
She sighed and looked at the floor. "No," she said in a small voice. "It's just so hard for me to see millions of girls throwing themselves at the man I love," she explained.
Kevin smiled. "Baby, most of those girls aren't even half my age," he reminded her.
"But there are some who are, and those are the ones that I worry about," Anna sighed.
Kevin cupped her face in his hands and softly kissed her lips. "There's nothing to worry about. You're the one I'm married to, and the fans are just fans. I love them to death, but they're just part of my job. That's all there is to it. I love you."
Anna smiled reluctantly. "I love you too, Kevin," she whispered, resting her head on his chest as he tightened his arms around her. "You just have to understand how hard it is to be in my position."
"I do understand. Fully. But if we don't trust each other, then this marriage is going to fall apart," Kevin told her.
Anna nodded. "All right. I'll try to be better about trusting you."
"And I'll try to flirt with the fans less," Kevin agreed.
"Deal," Anna said with a grin.
"Should we shake?" Kevin suggested.
"We could do something else," Anna offered, pressing her lips up against hers and slipping her tongue into his mouth.
"Oh...I have to go record now, but I'll take you up on that offer later, okay?" Kevin said.
"When will you be home?" Anna asked, rubbing her husband's chest.
"Not until late. We have a three hour long meet and greet thing to do tonight," Kevin explained.
Anna sighed. "You know what? Forget about it, Kevin. The moment's over," she snapped.
"No, just have fun at your meet and greet. Maybe you can get some more phone numbers!"
Kevin stared after her in disbelief as she hurried out of the room and down the stairs. "Honey, where are you going?" he called, running after her.
"Out!" she yelled, slamming the front door in his face.