Author's notes: My regular readers know that when it comes to Jane and Lisbon that I love their relationship now and don't want to see them get together until the end of the show. I have no desire to write a 'get together' story, though Pink Recovery has surprised me by leaning towards that way. But I thought it would be fun to write one shots of after they are married. So this is not a story but a collection of one shots, dipping in and out of the life of Mr. and Mrs Jane. I hope you enjoy.

Teresa is slowly waking up, she reaches for her husband, something that has quickly become a habit although it's only been a few weeks, she's surprised to find his space empty. She opens her eyes. The door opens and there he is carrying a tray in his hands and the smile that tells her that he loves her, with every ounce of his being and then she remembers it's Sunday and she wonders once again, how he always seems to know when she's waking up.

"Good morning my dear. Breakfast in bed."

He puts the tray on the floor while she's sitting up and he helps arrange the pillows behind her, stealing a kiss on the back of her neck in the process that sends a shiver down her spine. He sits on the bed beside her and lifts the tray off the floor. He places it over her lap. On the tray is a small vase with two orange tulips in it, there is a mug of coffee and some pancakes covered in bananas, berries and syrup. The smell is unbelievable, she looks at her husband.

"Good morning, how can you make pancakes smell so incredible?"

"It's just one of my many talents that are yours to enjoy."

"One of many eh?"

He stands up and leans over and gives her a deep kiss, that takes her breath away. He pulls away and smiles at her flushed face and whispers

"Yes one of many"

He straightens up and moves towards the bathroom, stopping at the door.

"Now enjoy, while I'm running you a bath."

He ducks in and closes the door before she can get out a word of protest. She attacks her breakfast. After a few bites she leans against the pillows, closing her eyes, savouring the delicious combinations of the pancake, fruit and a syrup she's never tasted the like of before. She wonders what she ever did to deserve to be as happy as she is at this moment.

"Because you supported me for many years when I was single-minded, selfish and insufferable."

Teresa jumps.

"I could have spilled the breakfast all over the bed."

"Sorry, You're bath will be ready, it should be just the right temperature when you've finished eating."

She pats the bed beside her, and he sits back down. She fills her fork and offers it to him. He leans forward and takes the food.

"Thank you for this. You spoil me."

"Only on Sundays, every other day of the week, I can be wicked and a trouble maker because on Sundays you will forgive me for everything."

"So that's your plan. Your pancakes are good but they're not that good."

He snatches the plate away as she tries to get another piece.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

She moves on to her knees and reaches for the plate and he moves it out of her reach.

"Disparaging my pancakes."

"No, no, no, They're delicious, let me have

one more bite."

He keeps the plate out of her reach.

"Take back what you said."

"Make me pancakes like that and I'll forgive you anything and..."

She's been moving towards him as she's speaking and she knocks his hand, resting on the bed, out from under him. He somehow has the presence of mind to prevent food spilling on the bed as he loses his balance and she quickly moves behind him and has him in a headlock.

"You don't give me pancakes to die for and then take it away."

He pulls her arm away from his throat far enough that he can talk.

"I'm sorry, sorry. You can have it back."

She increases the pressure and leans towards his ear.

"Promise?"

He nods his head vigorously. She lets go. She's dropped her fork so Jane takes some pancake and wraps some fruit in it and feeds it to her, following it with a kiss. He place the plate on the floor and kisses her again. He place his hand on the back of her neck and pulls her too him.

"What are you doing Mr. Jane?"

"Would you like help getting undressed for your bath."

"I'm sure it's still to hot and needs a some more time to cool."

"That's good, I was planning on taking my time."