39.

Silver looked at the girls. They were snuggled in their beds sleeping soundly. She let out a sigh as she left the room slowly. “Goodnight my sweet babies.”

She walked to the bedroom and yawned, Paradox was gone for the day, and he had rehearsals. He got the role in the play he auditioned for. Silver gave another yawn as she got into bed and snuggled up into the warm covers. Usually Paradox got home late and she just went to bed as she waited for him. Tonight though she felt exhausted she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

40.

Paradox looked at his line. “I don’t want to kiss her. Should we just have a friendly hug?” He asked the director. The actress pony that was his leading lady was blushing and gave a shocked look at his request.

The director looked at him. “You have to kiss her. It’s part of the script. She’s supposed to be your wife. You love her.”

Paradox looked at the actress then back to the director. “But she’s not my wife.”

The director put his hoof on his face. “I know that, you have to pretend that she is.” He muttered under his breath. “Geez actors.”

“No offense to you.” Paradox said to the actress. “You’re not my wife. I can’t kiss you.”

The actress blushed at him. “Can’t you just close your eyes and imagine I’m her?”

He made a face. “Yeah, I guess, but I know you’re not her.”

“Alright! I’ll take the kissing out of the script!” The director grumbled. “Can we please get to the next scene?”

Paradox turn the page of the script and read it, his eyes widened. “I have a problem with this next scene…”

The director looked at him. “What?”

He looked at the director. “Do I really have to do this with her?”

The director stood up while staring at Paradox. “No. Of course not…” He threw his copy of the script in the air. “Let’s take a break!” He growled as he walked up onto the stage. “Paradox. I need to speak with you.”

Paradox stood and waited as the pony actress walked away. “Yes?” He asked the director.

“What is going on? I thought you wanted this part?” The director asked. “I can’t rewrite this script because you can’t kiss a girl or get into a bed with her… I’m not asking you to do anything with her.”

“I know but… she’s not my wife.” He said softly. “It’s hard to explain…”

The director sighed. “Paradox, if you can’t do it, I’ll get some pony else who can.”

He stood and looked at the director as he let out a sigh. “You’re firing me?”

“No. It’s not a firing. Maybe you can be the understudy?”

Paradox growled low. “I can do it. I just want to talk with my wife first. I just feel so disloyal to her if I kiss another pony.”

The director grumbled and gave a slight smirk. “Yeah. I’ll give you one more chance. We’ll work on your death scene next. Take a break.” He turned and walked off the stage.

Paradox looked at the script in his paw and sighed as he walked off the stage as well.