Epilogue

When he opens his eyes the first thing he sees is the empty spot next to him on the bed. He fell asleep looking at the other side a few hours ago and smiles as his gaze falls on it again. He should be missing someone from beside him, but he doesn't. He knows where she is and he knows that even though she's not resting on his side, she belongs there now.

Last night was special. It was the first time they got this close to each other, without being guided by their passion. It was also the first time they ever talked about their future. He has to smile thinking of the way she said she would love to give them a chance. He truly wants to believe they have a future. And their life together is starting today. That's why he's smiling and even though they only spent a few hours apart he can't wait to see her again.

For a short while he's considering if he should surprise her with his presence, wake her up with his kisses, however cruel that actually sounds, but his line of thoughts stop as he hears noises from downstairs. He quickly puts on the same jeans and shirt he had on the previous day and steps into his slippers to walk down and see what's happening there.

Going down the stairs he can already guess that the noises come from the direction of the kitchen and he in fact smells fried bacon in the air. He slows down his steps and tries to walk as silently as possible as he approaches the door. He looks inside and sees her standing at the stove with an apron covering her clothes. She's not wearing the suit she had on at night, the one he let her sleep in. She's wearing a knitted pullover and long pants and he has to smile at the thought that she must be still cold.

He doesn't want to frighten her, but the temptation is just too strong for him to walk up to her and slip his arms around her waist, making her feel warm just like he did last night. He hesitates for a short second, then he decides to be cautious and slowly knocks on the doorframe.

She turns around and smiles at the sight of him and he doesn't need more to walk up to her and embrace her carefully. After placing a kiss on her cheek he rests his chin on her shoulder looking at the pan in her hand.

"You're making breakfast?" he asks the obvious, meaning to make it clear how much he appreciates what she's doing by mentioning it first thing.

"Yes, I thought I should make myself useful. It's the least I can do after ruining our night with falling asleep," she clearly doesn't mean it the way it sounds, but he still has to reply to her immediately.

"Last night was perfect," he declares and holds her just a little tighter for a short while to give more stress to his words.

She lifts up her left hand to stroke his face slightly and quickly places a small kiss on his cheek.

"Is there something I can help with?" he asks, looking around and he sees that the table is already set for their breakfast. He has to admit to himself that he kind of likes this role-reversal.

"No, you just take a seat and breakfast will be served shortly,' she says as she starts putting the eggs into the pan.

"I'd rather stay here, close to you," he requests and she doesn't seem to mind, in fact he sees her lips curl up in a smile again.

"I don't mind," she replies, "It's almost done anyway."

A few minutes later she turns off the stove and puts the pan aside then slowly turns around, folds her arms around his neck and leans forward to kiss him.

"Good morning,' she says after their lips part and he actually can't think of the last time he had such a wonderful morning and it hasn't even really started yet.

THE END

A/N: Thank you for reading! (: