Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up

In the morning when the day is new

And after having spent the day together

Hold each other close the whole night through

Jane twirled around her kitchen, a mix of singing and humming along to the familiar song. Holding the edge of the kitchen counter to steady herself, Jane silenced the small kitchen timer before it had enough time to fully ring.

"Shit" she muttered as the hot dish hit the side of her hand. Great, another burn to add to her catalogue of cooking injuries.

Jane seemed to hate Valentine's Day more as the years went on. This year all four girls had decided to spend Valentine's Day together. All four were either divorced or single and guessed that spending Valentine's Day with their best friends would be better than going it alone with a soppy film.

Jane pulled the hot heart shaped pastries out of the oven and set them on the counter. The girls had decided to exchange cards while they have a giggle at each other's failed romantic encounters. They all had a few drinks, a catch up and a gossip, Jake being the number one subject of course. If only he knew, he'd be flattered.

Deciding that this time oven gloves would be a sensible option, Jane carried the small heart shaped tarts, pastries and pies into the large family lounge where her three friends were currently having an overdue catch up.

"What's put you in such a good mood?" Trisha's eyes widened when she saw thousands of calories on a plate being set beside her. Lemon, strawberry and chocolate but to name a few.

"Why wouldn't she be happy?" Diane giggled "she hasn't had any action for ten years then suddenly not only is she seeing a guy but she's also having a full blown sausy affair with her ex-husband at the same time"

Looking down at the lemon tart currently in her hand, Jane slammed the knife into it "Adam was just one date and Jake...well Jake was just a faze"

Jane glanced at the small clock as she dished up the delicious desserts.

"A faze?!" Joanne near chocked "after ten years you have a full blown affair with your ex-husband and you call that just a faze? Like its bad enough having an affair but when it suddenly moves into expensive hotels, bars and you establish feelings your affair suddenly moves up the scale. Like wayy up"

Jane rolled her eyes as she poured herself a large glass of red wine. She'd never heard of this affair 'scale' and she wasn't interested in it either. "Ok so it wasn't a faze. It was stupid, immature, a moment of madness" she looked between her friends hoping they would agree.

"Are you kidding me?!" Trisha near fell off her chair "it was amazing. It was exactly what you needed! A man strolling round your new kitchen. Christening the sheets in a sort of way"

"Jake walking round my new kitchen in his undies isn't going to do wonders for my decor" Jane let a small smile escape her lips.

"Jake? Who said anything about Jake?! I'm just talking about you getting a man in general" Trisha threw her hands in the air "...but then again, if Jake is the first person that comes to mind..then..."

"Oi...stop right there" Jane dropped the small knife and fell back onto her chair "what are you insinuating?"

"Nothing...all I'm saying is that he cheated on you, your twenty year marriage ended. There might be some unfinished business there. You went from being in every part of each other's lives to not even seeing each other" Diane looked Jane up and down, trying to read each small movement and expression.

"Yeah you missed the part in between that we all experienced" Joanne chipped in "the part where you slowly drift apart"

"We never seen each other enough for that" Jane giggled.

"Exactly. Now you have time for each other. It's what you were both looking forward to. The kids going to college, the house being peaceful, quiet...empty" Trisha took a sip out of her wine glass.

"Look...the last ten years have been great" Jane closed her eyes and shook her head "having one less person to clean up after. Having one less person to worry about."

"But now all the kids are gone your all alone in this big house. He wanted to get back with you. He left his wife for you!" Diane raised an eyebrow, hoping Jane would break.

"Right...can we just drop the Jake subject for now" Jane raised her hands in the air.

"Ok, Yes...for now" Trisha raised her eyes from her wine glass.

Jane slowly started to stare upon hearing the door bell ring. The mix of heat and alcohol had obviously sent her into a peaceful sleep.

"God, their persistent" Joanne groaned as she upped the volume on Jane's flat screen TV.

"I guess I'll answer it then" Jane rolled her eyes as she pulled herself up from the small arm chair.

Creeping down the hall, Jane obviously wasn't rushing to answer the late night caller. They had driven up her private driveway and been ringing the door for a good five minutes so they could wait a few extra.

Stoping in the middle of her glass hallway, Jane stared outside where her eyes were immediately drawn to a small black sports car.

"Jake" she muttered to herself as her eyes glanced down at what she was wearing.

Jane stopped at a mirror before the door and ran her hand threw her loose blond hair. She didn't know why, he was her ex-husband. Not her lover, not her boyfriend but her ex.

Taking a deep breath, Jane opened the door. Jake stood there with wide grin on his face, clutching a bottle of wine. Jane's eyes widened when she realised the wines three hundred dollar price tag.

"Janey"

Oh how she hated the pet name she had been branded with.

"Jake"

They stared at each other for a moment. Jane's eyes stayed on Jake's face while Jake's eyes wondered down Jane's body, listing every curve her little black dress was made to emphasise.

Jane's eyes stopped at the empty space behind Jake. She wondered out into the cold February night and walked around him just to prove her point. Jakes eyes followed her, his eyebrows raised.

"Jane, what are you doi..."

"Wow your alone. Not like you" Jake chuckled when he realised that she had come all the way out into the cold just to walk around in an empty space and prove her point.

"Oh let me guess. Realising that you have two very pissed ex-wives you decided to go drown your sorrows in a local bar where you met a thin twenty something year old with long hair. Just your type. So you thought you'd try your chance, you booked a deluxe room only she hadn't even shown you the bed when you comped out on the floor" Jane let a satisfied grin appear on her face as she remembered them lying in bed together, eating breakfast while having an short heart to heart "so you thought you'd come to me to get your digestive system back on track"

"Am I right?" Jane grinned as she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Wrong actually" Jake chuckled, stepping forward. Jane looked up at him while Jake looked down, their faces only a centimetres apart "I thought that a beautiful woman like you didn't deserve to be alone on Valentine's Day so I picked up my best bottle of wine and headed round here to keep you company"

Jane smiled as she narrowed her eyes at him "smooth Adler. Very smooth" she giggled as she took a few steps back to the door.

"Come in" Diane called from the hallway. Jane looked down at her and gave her a disapproving look. Diane giggled and gave her a wink as she walked up the hallway and grabbed the bottle of wine out of Jake's hand "come on in and join the singles club" Diane looked between the two of them "there's wine and Jane's been cooking"

As if he needed to be persuaded.

"If I come in will you go easy on me" Jake grinned.

"I don't remember that being part of Diane's offer" she chuckled.

"Any of that delicious lemon tart you used to make" Jake asked, a wide smile quickly appearing on his face.

"Maybe..." Jane bit her lip.

"Oh come on Jane, just let the poor guy in" Trisha shouted.

I guess news travels fast. Jane's eyes burned into Jake's as she moved from the entrance of the door to let him in.

"Go on then, grab a fork" Jane giggled at his eagerness as she closed the door.

Jake was one step ahead of her and when she had turned around he was standing there spinning a fork in one hand with a grin on his face.

Jake gave Jane a peck on the cheek before she could protest. Maybe lingering there a bit longer than he should have before practically skipping down the hall to the lounge.

Jane watched him and found herself slowly tracing her hand along her cheek, where his lips had been a mere two seconds ago.

Wouldn't it be nice.