"Are you just going to keep walking passed my house or are you going to come in?" Andrew looked up at Sarah, apprehension written over every inch of his face. He stood at the end of the garden path, staring through Sarah into the house behind. He should have known he'd have to deal with Sarah before talking to Aimee. As if fighting for his marriage wasn't going to be brutal enough. 

"You've really done it this time." A smirk played in her lips. 

"You're loving this, aren't you?" Andrew grimaced. 

Stupid question, Sarah enjoyed it every time Andrew messed up and Aimee went spare, it proved her right. 

"Of course! My sister's hysterics are so entertaining when they're not aimed at me." Sarah chuckled. 

"How bad is it?" Andrew sighed. 

"Shit storm. Total tornado of terror. Aimee's going ape shit and Mum's playing her usual role of hype-woman and shit-stirrer." Sarah's smirk grew and an amused twinkle shone in her eyes. 

"Your mum's in there? Crap!" Andrew's mission had went from extremely volatile to almost entirely impossible. Aimee's mum knew exactly which buttons to press to keep her daughter riled up. 

"I can explain." He pleaded. 

"She caught you red-handed, dude, not much needing explained."

"I was drunk."

"That feeble excuse will get you nowhere good in there." Sarah gestured into the house behind her. 

"It was my bachelor party." They both knew her was grasping at straws. 

"Oh, you mean the one she didn't want you having? Go in there and say that to her. See how well that works out for you."

Andrew's shoulders slumped. 

"Look, you did what you did. You've got to just own it and own up to it. No excuses, no rationalising. Own up to the fuck up. Apologise and then grovel for your life." Sarah stepped out of the doorway onto the decking. "That's if you still want 'this' for the rest of your life."

Andrew walked up the path, onto the decking. 

"Wow, you really are a glutton for punishment as well as for...well, you know." Sarah teased. 

Andrew just shook his head. As he reached the doorway, he paused and looked Sarah in the eye. 

"It was just a piece of cake."

"IT WAS THE TOP TIER OF OUR WEDDING CAKE!!!" Aimee's shriek reverberated through the house. "You ATE the top tier of our wedding cake."

Andrew winced and walked into the house, while Sarah sat back on the porch swing and listened ti her sister called her fiance every name in the book.