I snuggled backwards into Rob, unfurling his tightly closed fist and intertwining my hand with his. More than anything about our relationship; the sex, the banter, the bikes, I loved waking up in the morning wrapped in Rob, his wonderful Rob scent filling my head. Of course, we hadn't done this all that often, it had been barely a week since we had gotten back together, and gotten engaged. One heck of a good week though…

I felt Rob stirring behind me, felt him nestle the top of his head into the base of my neck.

'Morning,' I whispered, barely audibly. He only murmured in reply.

o.o.o

Watching Rob in the mornings was truly a sight for sore eyes. It seemed that the sight I had witnessed back at his hotel when he was in New York was a daily occurrence, that is, him rising from the bed bleary-eyed with his dark hair sticking up in some interesting tufts, dressed only in Calvins, and wandering around like that for a few minutes, allowing me to take in the sights, before retreating to the shower. A shower that I was often soon dragged into…. Not that I was complaining. In fact I was beginning to quite enjoy our morning rendezvous.

Life back in Indiana was proving to be more enjoyable that I had ever hoped. And what felt like a holiday was fast becoming a reality. I had applied for a transfer from Juilliard to Indiana University the previous day, and Mike had already packed up all my stuff from my apartment and sent it home, eager to move straight in with Ruth (ugh). At that point in time, I was sitting at Rob's kitchen table, leafing through the previous day's paper, (our daily newspaper doesn't come out until three in the afternoon) looking for an apartment I could rent. I really couldn't stand living with my mother any longer.

I heard Rob's footsteps coming down the stairs, and smiled at him as he walked into the room. He leaned over me and kissed me, before walking over to the fridge, giving me ample chance to admire his fine behind. Yum.

He sat at the table, and smiled at me across his cereal. I felt his bare toes stroking my foot under the table and shivered at the sensation. 'So, what are your plans for today?' he asked.

'I have to go and pick up all my stuff from New York, the courier arrived. And I'm going to have to start apartment-hunting soon, but I'm not sure I can face it today. We'll see.'

Rob's brow wrinkled and he inclined his head. 'You're apartment-hunting?'

I nodded. 'Yeah. I can't live with my parents forever. Hell, I doubt I can even live with my mother another day. She's busy planning our wedding now. She wants me to wear an aubergine dress-she tells me that aubergine is the hot spring colour.'

That earned me Rob's trademark half-amused half-disgusted grin. 'I can just imagine it. You'd be beautiful.' I snorted. 'Um, Jess…,' Rob continued hesitantly '…I thought this was a given when I…proposed, but I was kind of expecting you'd move in here?'

I looked at him in surprise. I hadn't yet worked that one out. 'Oh! I didn't realise!' I breathed. I was touched. I leaned over the table and kissed him softly on the lips. He moaned, then broke away.

'Do I take that as a yes, then?'

I pressed my lips back to his, then opened them slightly, feeling his mouth mirror mine. 'Yes!' I whispered into him.

It was minutes later, when we had risen, and Rob had me pressed up against the kitchen bench, that my phone rang. I broke away, though Rob tried to pull me back to him, and pulled my phone out of my back pocket. 'Hello?' I asked, breathing fast and hard.

Dr. Krantz's voice filled my ear. 'Jess? Look, I'm sorry to do this so soon after our talk, but we have a major situation.'

I tried to slow my breathing. 'And…?'

He sighed. 'And we really, really need your help.'