He glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table 6:25at exactly 5 minutes his alarm would go off , he looks down at her, sleeping peacefully. He smiles at her cute face… the way she smiles at her sleep, light snores echoes their dim room. He glances back at the clock 6:28. He smiles. He pretends to sleep waiting for the alarm to go off, waiting for his wife to wake up; finally it went off, the noise he had been waiting for the last 2 minutes. Then he felt it…her body moves from his grasp, facing him a smile on her face.

She stirred from the sound of the alarm; she feels his grasp…slowly moving from it, facing him. Putting her hand on his cheek, rubbing his stubble moving up to his close eyelids, down to his lips, kissing him lightly. She notice he's not moving, she tried again by kissing him and still nothing, she started to get worry, nudging him on the side and yet nothing. She turned him over on his back, getting on top on him; kissing him all over his face. Nothing.

"Paddy" she whispers with a worry on her voice. "Paddy…please wake up" she shook him slightly.

"Paddy! Are you alive?" she whispers loudly, her voice became more shaky.

"Patrick Galen Dempsey! If you don't wake up I am gonna….umm I don't know! Please just wake up." She whimpers. She stayed there, laying on his chest and hugging him tightly. His heart beating against her ears… she moves back to her side of the bed, staring at the ceiling. She looks over him, a smile forming on his face. She raise her eyebrow.

"Paddy…" she shook him "Paddy…paddy" she moves closer, their faces centimeters apart.

"Boo!"

"Ahhh!!" she jumped up from the bed, almost hitting her head on the headboard.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"You asshole!" she hit him playfully on the arm. Sitting up, crossing her arms against her chest.

"Ow! But you have to admit it, it was funny." He laughs softly, pulling her close to him.

"It wasn't funny. You scared the crap outta me! Do you have any idea how worried I was when I thought you were dead." She frowned, but of course it wasn't true.

"You thought I was dead?" he looked at her with a frown, why would she think he was dead? How?

She giggled at his frown expression.

"No, I was kidding!" she giggles again, she moves closer to him leaning on his chest.

"You know I was just playing around…" he looked down at her, his hands falling on hers lacing them together. She looked up at him with a smile.

"Not really" she giggles "But it was definitely not funny" she pouted.

He kissed at her pouted lips.

"I'm sorry" he whispered at her ears, breathing her in.

"It's ok…" she smiles kissing him one more time.

"I love you" he whispers

"I love you more" she grinned. That what was their morning routine…I love you's every morning instead of good morning. Ever since they have move in together…they had always been intimate with each other, I love you's in the morning had grown with them and no one could take it away. No one.

They're intimate moment was interrupted when their was a faint knock on the door.

"Hmm…I wonder who it is" Patrick asked her playfully. He got up out from the bed, and walks to open the door. Opening it slightly…he didn't see anyone, when he felt a tug on his leg.

"Good morning!" a little looked up; rubbing her eyes with her small hand, tugging a small pink pig stuff toy on her other hand.

He crouched down on her level

"How am I help you madam" he asked as he smiles.

"Daddy! I'm not a madam..." she giggles "I'm Tinkerbelle, see?" pointing at her Tinkerbelle footed sleeper.

"I'm sorry Tinkerbelle…" he laughed softly. He scooped her up, carrying her to their bed.

"Its ok daddy" she kissed him on the cheek, her small hands wrap around his neck. He settled her down the bed, and went downstairs to make breakfast.

"Good morning my little fairy"

"Good morning mommy!" she greeted her as she kisses her mommy. She jump up and down on their bed, dropping her pig stuff toy.

"Faith you know you can't jump on the bed, its dangerous."

"I'm sorry mommy" she stopped giving her mommy a hug.

"Now c'mon and let's eat breakfast. I think daddy made pancakes!" she claimed as she held her tiny hand and went down the stairs. As they got at the bottom of the stairs Faith ran quickly to the kitchen.

"Hey Faith…" he felt a tug on his boxers, he looks down and scooped her up.

"Hey daddy, are you making pancakes?" she ask as she looked over at what he's cooking.

"Mhmm…" he flips the last pancakes, putting it on the plate as he sets her down on her high chair. Mommy sat down beside Faith.

"Honey…do you want me brush your hair? Its all tangled up." She ask running her hands through her hair.

Faith nodded playing with her stuff pig. She stood up and walks back upstairs to Faith's dresser pulling out her pink hair brush and walks downstairs.

"Mommy?" Faith asked as mommy brush her hair.

"Yeah baby?"

"Am I coming with you and daddy today at work?"

"Mhmm…"

"Yay! Do I get to stay in the tin box?"

"Yes honey you get to stay in the tin box." She laughs at her daughter excitement.

"Daddy guess what?" she looks at her daddy with an excitement.

"What?" he laughs at his daughter

"I get to stay in the tin box!" she giggles. Patrick looked at her wife confusingly, then it him. The trailer. He laughs with her wife, how their daughter called the trailer tin box.