"You were up early my love, I didn't get the chance to kiss you good morning." Gilbert said coming into the kitchen and standing behind Anne, one arm wrapped around the small of her waist bringing them close together.

"It's your first day working as 'Doctor Blythe' I couldn't have you leave the house hungry. No doubt you'll be called sooner rather than later"

"You don't need to make me breakfast." He told her. Looking at the pan the eggs were already in and the other ingredients

"I most certainly do!" she exclaimed "what kind of house wife would I be if I didn't make you breakfast?"

Gilbert kissed her on her neck "I didn't marry you for your house keeping skills Anne." He said kissing her and pulling her closer to him. He continued the embrace kissing her up to her ear and then back down to her collarbone, he slowly moved his hand southward from the small of her back round her front

"I hope this is not the reason you married me either, I hoped to bring more to the relationship then that."

"Not only reason." He murmured "Just a fortunate advantage." He spun her round to face him and she met his lips with her. The kisses and embraces became hot and intense very quickly "my wife!" Gilbert managed between kisses.

Anne smiled into his kisses. Yes, she was most definitely his wife. Wait a small voice in her head said. His wife who is supposed to be cooking his food. She pulled away from the embrace and turned towards the food.

"Oh no your omelette!" she cried. "Oh how am I going to rescue this?" She said.

He looked at the food to calm himself down, it didn't look burnt even as she was picking up the bottom off the frying pan the bottom of it was brown rather than black… mostly. The omelette itself was falling apart, the more Anne tried to pick it up the more if fell apart.

"I will have to start again." She said. "I hate to waste food. But I can't make you eat this." She said looking at the fallen apart Omelette on the plate.

"What's wrong with it?" Gilbert said. "Let me eat it, it looks fine to me."

"An omelette is in on piece Gil, not seven!" she said in despair.

"Please Anne let me eat it, you can't disregard food because it doesn't look right, that would be wasting it, I'm sure it tastes good all the same"

"You're being kind." Anne said with a huff.

"I'm being hungry." He told her. He took the plate and sat at the table. She had already toasted some bread and had butter out on the table, she had put several varieties of fruit on the table for him. "Food fit for a king." He exclaimed. She sat next to him at the table and watched him eat.

She watched him as the food pasted from plate to mouth. "No Gil not that bit its practically charcoal!" She exclaimed as he ate through the food.

"Then it'll do wonders for my digestive system won't it." He protested. "You short change yourself Anne this is really good. What did you put in it?"

"Eggs, milk, a little ham and cheese, chives, garlic…"

"ermm" he said "That's what I can taste, Garlic." He said.

"That's the way I've always done them." She said smiling at him. He picked up a bread roll and the phone began to ring. "its okay Gil, you finish your breakfast I'll get that for you." He heard the murmuring of the chat through the walls as he finished his breakfast along with "Yes, Doctor Blythe will be with you soon." She came back in as he was finishing.

"That was the Smith's up on Argyle Street" she said. "The little boy has a rash." She said to him. "I said you would be there soon." She said clearing up the mess from breakfast placing them in the sink

"I should be going then." He said. "I guess it's the end of our honeymoon then." He said sadly Taking his plate to her.

"Yes, we're an old married couple now Gil." She joked back taking the plate from him and placing it on the side bench.

"Thank you for my…" he didn't know what to call it "scrambled omelette." He said with a cheeky grin. She smiled trying to refrain from laughing. He kissed her lightly on the lips and walked towards the door "I shall look forward to my roasted mashed potatoes tonight." He opened the door looked behind him to a bemused Anne behind him; he smiled and winked then headed out the door.