THREE | LYING TO YOUR
WIFE IS SO OVERRATED

Tate woke up to the sound of her landline ringing, "Who is it, damn it," Tate muttered as she reached over to the phone next to her nightstand. "Tate..." Tate heard Diego's worried tone over the phone, causing her to wake up a bit more.

"Diego?" Tate asked since she wasn't awake enough to recognize the person on the other line. "Yeah, yeah," Diego repeated with a hint of panic in his voice. "What's wrong?" Tate asked, walking back into her room.

"I think Lila is cheating on me," Diego blurted out. "What do you mean?" Tate asked as she sat up from her bed in shock. "Lila is wearing a red dress and she just wiped his lips--" Diego was fearful before Tate spoke up.

"I'm not gonna kill you the next time I see you because you actually called with a good reason, but Lila is not cheating you, I can promise you that," Tate reassured her brother, rubbing her eyes, and adjusting the bright light she switched on.

"No, she's sat at the cafe with a..." Diego stared at the duo sitting inside the cafe. "A little Greek guy with a mustache," Diego described, causing Tate's eyes to widen. "What?" Tate asked as she slowly tried to process Diego's panic.

"Did you say mustache?" Tate repeated, causing Diego to confirm what he was seeing. "Is he wearing a large jacket and a beret of some sort?" Tate asked Diego, getting off the bed. "Yes! How did you know?" Diego answered, his discomfort rising as he watched Lila hang out with an older man inside a cafe.

"I wouldn't worry too much about Lila," Tate said, realizing what Five was lying about. "You sure?" Diego asked. "Lila would never cheat on you, I assure you," Tate promised, walking down to the kitchen. "Fine... I trust you," Diego said as he was about to end the call. "I'm glad you decided to call me before you did something stupid," Tate smiled through the phone.

Five tried sneaking into the house, assuming Tate was asleep. Five quietly pushed through the door, failing miserably as the door creaked loudly. Five rolled his eyes at the failed attempt as he noticed the light in the kitchen was on.

"Tate?" Five walked into the kitchen, watching Tate clear up the plates from the sink. "You're home," Tate remained indifferent as Five set down the keys in front of her. "I am..." Five was skeptical at Tate's unresponsive reaction.

"Help me with the dishes," Tate ordered as Five walked towards her, taking a plate in his hand. "So where were you?" Tate asked, causing Five to sigh in defeat. "Behold the queen of the subtle transition," Five muttered, causing Tate's ear to shoot up.

"Not even a Gilmore Girls reference can save you," Tate smiled, causing Five's irritation to rise, realizing he couldn't lie to her. "Why can't I have some trust in you?" Five asked, causing Tate to snap around at him. "You do, not when it's been happening these last few days. You've been ordered to drop the Keepers, why can't you listen to anything?" Tate said, trying to remain as calm as she can.

"I didn't think you would notice I was gone," Five muttered as Tate continued to care about his whereabouts. "I noticed, Hargreeves. My husband was not next to me when I went to sleep," Tate said sternly. "I'm sorry," Five muttered as Tate acknowledged his insincere apology. "A little heads up would've been nice," Tate said, rinsing the last plate.

"Oh, a little heads-up would've been nice. You're acting as if I don't tell you where I go every time I leave this house," Five rolled his eyes as he picked up the last plate. "Last Monday! This Monday! Tonight! Should I go on?" Tate yelled, ready to call out Five's lies.

"Ok! Ok! I get it! I haven't been telling you where I'm going for the past few days!" Five yelled, his patience wearing thin as Tate pointed out the times he lied about where he was going. "Can't I get some privacy and not tell you where I go? I don't see the big deal if I don't want to tell you," Five huffed as he folded his arms.

"I respect that, Five. But with everything that has happened in the last week, I'm getting worried, Fi," Tate informed, causing Five to huff in defeat. "I wasn't at the Keeper's meeting!" Five shouted, causing Tate to glare at him.

"Bed, now!" Tate ordered as Five muttered something under his breath before walking to their room. "I hope you know a conversation doesn't end when a person walks away," Tate said, dropping the washcloth in the sink before following Five.

"And a conversation doesn't end when one wants to keep a secret to themselves," He spoke back to his wife. "I can't do this anymore, I'm already tired enough from Diego calling me tonight," Tate sighed before Five snapped his head towards her.

"Why did Diego call you?" Five asked as he headed inside the bathroom. "Wanted to ask something," Tate answered vaguely, causing Five to sigh. "You want me to use your words against you?" Five reminded her of the fight earlier.

"Diego called because he thought Lila was cheating," Tate answered before Five sighed. "So you knew from Diego?" Five asked as he figured Diego had told Tate that Diego saw Lila with him. "He described you as a little Greek guy with a mustache," Tate said as Five changed out of his suit into his pajamas.

"Fucking weirdo..." Five muttered as he stepped out of the bathroom. "I'm sorry for lying to you," Five admitted, causing Tate to smile softly. "It's okay," Tate patted the empty space next to her on the bed.

Five joined her, propping himself on the pillows as Tate fixed her hair, letting the red locks down past her shoulder. Five's expression softened as he stared at Tate's hair. "Good night," Tate said, causing Five to snap out of his thoughts. "Good night..." Five muttered before Tate lay down on her side.

"Go to sleep, Fi," Tate said, noticing Five didn't lie down yet. "I'm trying to, darling," Five groaned in slight annoyance, trying to close his eyes. Tate rolled over to him as Five felt her lean her back against his side.

"I'm not mad at you," Tate reassured as Five quietly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to his body. "Are you sure about that, princess?" Five asked, humming in a sarcastic tone as he continued to hold her in his arms.

"I'm not," Tate repeated. "I know that's bullshit," Five mumbled with a hint of sarcasm but genuine kindness in his voice. Five started running his fingers through Tate's hair, gently messing with a few strands of her red hair. "I totally believe you," Five said, taunting her as his fingers continued to run through her hair before he began pressing kisses against the back of Tate's neck.