So, I'm back. ^_^ I'm not posting this in Access Roads, since they are grown, and this story is kind of mature. I hope you like it! If you see any typos or grammatical errors, please let me know. :-)

We laid on the soft sheets, not talking, heaving that final sigh that comes from the second most popular activity to do in a bed.

I looked at him, admiring his messy hair and dazed look that made him look even cuter and dopey than usual. I chuckled to myself while my eyes traveled lower. Ghost fighting had really helped him develop over the years, and how awesome was it that I got to experience the lovely fruits of his labor.

I noticed something else. He seemed...particularly radiant. I know there is supposed to be this "afterglow", but he literally glowed, as if he had turned ghost.

I couldn't ignore it.

"You're glowing."

He chuckled. I meant it semi-humorously, but when I saw that his left arm kept going invisible, I wondered if something was going wrong with his powers.

"Danny...are your powers malfunctioning?"

"Uh...yeah, kind of." he said, shuffling nervously under the covers.

"What do you mean, kind of?"

"Sometimes, it's still kind of hard for me to control my powers when my emotions are going hay-wire."

"Oh yeah?" I lifted my head up onto my arm to face him. "Tell me, what are you feeling right now?"

He sighed and smiled. "Extraordinarily, exponentially happy."

"So...your powers still malfunction whenever you have some extreme emotions."

"Yeah, basically."

I smiled. His new blush just added to his already beaming aura, and now he practically lit up the room.

I guess it's different for guys than girls. I felt wide awake, ready to talk, or paint, draw, whatever. But I looked over to him again, and his eyes were beginning to droop. The closer he got to falling asleep, the more the ghostly glow grew faint. But his inner glow still shone brightly, I could see it on his face.

I let my mind wander to various places. The past, where our adolescent silliness kept us from being honest with each other. Where we didn't want to deal with these complex, intense emotions on top of fighting ghosts on the daily basis. When my youthful, cavalier animosity for all things emotional kept me from being real, and his cluelessness kept him from seeing what was right in front of him.

I also looked to the future. When we would eventually be out of honeymoon phase. When we would be settled into life as a married couple, planning everything from dinner and activities to getting a house and maybe...just maybe...having kids. I couldn't help but grin at the possibilities. Before I knew it, sleepiness had overtaken me as well, and I felt my eyes getting heavier. I snuggled closer to Danny, who had already fallen fast asleep, and not much time passed before I followed suit.

The next morning, I found him in the kitchen, rummaging in the cabinets for some cereal.

"Hey you." I said, with a voice lower than normal.

"Hey."

"What do you feel like doing today?"

"Hmm...I can't think of anything right now."

"Hey, I have an idea." I said, trying to be coy.

"What's that Sam?"

I walked up to him, took the cereal bowl out of his hands and placed it on the counter.

I looked him straight in the eye as a smirk overtook my face.

"I bet I can make you glow again."