Sean awoke early Saturday morning. He peered over lazily at his alarm clock. 7:45 a.m. the clock said in red. Sean laid on his back staring up at the ceiling. He looked over at the beautiful red head that lay next to him, fast asleep. He smiled at her.

She looks so beautiful when she sleeps.

He got out of his bed and walked out of the room. He walked down the short hall and into the living room. He sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. He began to flip through the channels.

Cartoons, the news, more cartoons, why can't they ever have something actually worth watching on?

Sean turned off the TV and went into the kitchen. He poured himself a bowl of Cocoa Puffs and then ate it at the kitchen table. After taking a few bites he heard footsteps. Light footsteps but also loud enough to hear. Ellie leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen in her red pajama pants and tank top.

"What are you doing up?" Ellie asked with a yawn. "It's really early."

Sean shrugged. "Couldn't sleep, go back to bed, I'll make you some breakfast when you wake up."

Ellie smiled and nodded. She walked back to the bedroom and went back to sleep. Sean finished his cereal and washed the bowl and spoon, placing them back in their right places in the cupboard or drawer. Sean grabbed a pair of jeans and a white beater from the laundry room and headed to the bathroom. He got a nice hot shower, taking a little longer then usual. When he was done he got dressed and brushed his teeth and hair. He put his towels and pajama pants in the hamper and peered over at the clock as he entered the living room. 9:00. Sean entered the kitchen and began to make breakfast for Ellie. He began to make French toast and bacon. When he was finished he poured a glass of orange juice and set the glass and the plates on the table. He then began to wash the frying pans. As he was doing so he felt two skinny arms go around his waist. He peered at the corner of his eye to see Ellie.

"Breakfast looks great." Ellie said kissing his cheek.

Sean smiled. "Well eat it then."

Ellie lightly hit him in the arm and then sat down at the table. Sean could hear her cut pieces of French toast with her fork, making the fork hit the plate with a clank. Sean finished washing the pans and then turned to look at Ellie who was about finished.

"Did you actually breathe while eating that or did you just engulf the whole thing?" Sean asked with a laugh.

"Ha ha." Ellie said sarcastically.

She picked up the plates and set them in the sink. She began to run water into the sink, squirting soap on the dishes. She grabbed a dish rag and began to scrub her dishes. Sean put his muscular arms around her waist, planting butterfly kisses on her neck. Ellie giggled.

"Sean." She said in between giggles.

Ellie continued to wash the plates while Sean kissed her neck and right shoulder. When Ellie finished up she drained the water and dried her hands. She turned to face Sean.

"It's a good thing I love you." Ellie said with a smile.

Sean kissed her lightly on the lips.

"Who wouldn't love me?" Sean asked with a laugh.

"I'm not real sure." Ellie said kissing him. "Ok, I'm going to shower."

Sean tilted his head and looked at her with a pouting face.

"Sean I smell, I would like to get clean."

"I don't mind you smelling." Sean smiled.

Ellie opened her mouth in surprise.

"I'm kidding, you don't smell."

"Sure, that's what you always say, I could smell like used cat litter and you wouldn't tell me if I stunk."

"Well I wouldn't say it straight forward; I would probably say "My god! Take a shower!"

Ellie hit his arm.

"I'm kidding El."

"I know I just don't find it funny."

"Sure you do, you find it funny on the inside."

Ellie rolled her eyes. "I'm going to shower."

Ellie lightly pushed Sean forward so he would let go of her waist. He watched her as she walked back toward their bedroom. Sean followed her.

"What am I suppose to do? You're going to take over an hour."

"Will not." Ellie said looking in the closet for something to wear.

Sean sat down on their bed. "Will too."

"I don't know, do something productive."

Sean rolled his eyes.

"Bet you can't wait til school starts on Monday." El stated with a smile. "Thank goodness I'm out of there."

"Yeah don't rub it in; I have another year of school while you're in college."

Ellie looked at him with a grin on her face. "Ha ha!"

Sean frowned. Ellie walked from the closet with a black t-shirt in her hand. She sat down next to him.

"I know it's not going to be much fun without me there." Ellie said in a joking manner. "But I think you'll survive, just be thankful I'm going to school near Toronto so I can still live here with you."

Sean looked at her and smiled. "I'm thankful."

Ellie kissed him lightly on the lips. "I'll be done in forty-five minutes."

Ellie got up and headed for the door.

"Sixty minutes." Sean contradicted.

Ellie stared at him with an evil eye before leaving the room.

Emma stood in the kitchen making pancakes. She wore her light blue pajama pants and a white t-shirt. She flipped the pancakes over onto their other side. She blinked lazily, watching the pancakes. She heard footsteps come down the stairs. She looked to see Spike with Jack on her hip, both dressed. Em took the spatula and put the pancakes on a plate. She set them on the table next to plates and silverware as Spike put Jack in his high chair.

"Thanks for making breakfast Em." Spike said grabbing a plate.

Em got the syrup from the pantry and set it on the table. "No problem."

Em walked toward her bedroom door.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Spike asked.

"No, I'm not that hungry." Em said opening her door and heading down to her room.

Em grabbed a white long sleeve tee and a mini skirt. When she got done putting on her skirt she noticed the bruises that were once on her legs were practically gone, making them less noticeable to see. She walked into her basement bathroom and got in the shower. She took her time getting ready, but not going to slow to waste water. She got out of the shower and dressed. She brushed her teeth and hair, pulling it back into a ponytail, applying her makeup afterwards. As soon as she was done she came back upstairs with her purse.

"Can I borrow the car?" Emma asked Spike.

"Sure, where are you going?" Spike asked playing with Jack on the floor.

Jack was stacking colored blocks, having a hard time deciding how he wants them.

"Just going over to Manny's." Em lied.

She had gotten better at lying. Spike believed her.

"Ok, just be back in time for dinner." Spike smiled.

Em nodded and headed for the front door. She grabbed the car keys off the hook by the coat rack. She left the house taking her time to get to the car. She got in and buckled up. She turned on the car bringing it to life. She backed out of the driveway and onto the street. She then sped down the street heading toward her destination. Fifteen minutes later she pulled into the parking lot of an apartment building. She stopped the car and got out. She walked to the entrance and went inside, taking the steps up to the next floor. She found the room she wanted and knocked. When no one answered, she went up on her tip toes and grabbed the spare key from above the door frame. She unlocked the door and went inside. The apartment smelled of liquor and smoke. She scrunched her nose to the bad smells. She walked into the small living room and saw who she was looking for. Jay was passed out on the couch; the TV was on with cartoons playing in a clubhouse. She saw four liquor bottles on the coffee table in front of the couch. She grabbed the bottles, three empty with one that was only half gone. She went into the kitchen and put the bottles in the garbage. She dumped the rest of the one bottle down the sink, afterwards throwing it away. She grabbed a towel from the drawer and wet it down with cold water. She walked back into the living room, sitting down on the coffee table. She placed the wet towel on Jay's forehead. He blinked sleepily and looked over at her.

"Hey." He croaked.

Em smiled faintly. "Hey."

Jay looked around the room looking a little green. "What time is it?"

"10:30." She stated grabbing the popcorn bucket from off the floor and held it to him.

He took it and rested it on his stomach. "I think I'm going to be sick."

Jay leaned forward and puked into the popcorn bucket, which was huge. Em rubbed his back while he upchucked. When he was finally done puking, he set the bucket on the floor and laid back down. He put the towel back on his forehead.

"I feel like shit." Jay stated.

Em didn't say anything. Jay turned his head to look at her.

"I'm glad I have you." Jay said touching her knee with his hand.

Em smiled faintly. "Me too."

But she knew it was a lie as soon as she said it.