Clay put his keys on the counter and looked into the dark kitchen and a note left on the fridge.

Yeah, you were right about dinner, the meatloaf incident should have been my last. Chinese food on the counter. At least there is still dessert.

He got a box out and grabbed a fork, he never learned how to use chopsticks.

Walking upstairs, he heard the radio on, and saw a light coming from the bedroom.

Quinn saw the bedroom door open and Clay walk into their bedroom.

There they sat for a few minutes, Clay eating and none of them saying a word about dinner.

Quinn put her book down. "How was your meeting?"

"It was good, Nathan got a bigger contract."

"Bigger than fifteen million? Is that even possible in sports?"

He laughed out loud. "Have you not heard of George Steinbrenner?"

"He coaches the Yankees or something?"

"He owns them, but yeah, they would laugh at fifteen million dollars. I mean A-Rod makes like fifteen million per second or something every year."

"A-Rod?"

He looked at her. "And how was your evening. I see we end up with Chinese food."

"The stove hates me."

He saw her face, kissed her on the forehead. "The stove does not hate you. What were you doing when everything went wrong?"

"Cooking."

"Can you be a little more descriptive?"

"I tried to cook boil the water and cook the meat at the same time, I forgot about the water and when I went to pour the juice from the pan with the meat in it, the water boiled over. I turned my head to see what was sizzling and I dropped the beef on the floor and the water boiled over causing there to be a little, tiny, really little flame and I freaked out and called Haley."

"The kitchen looked fine, you didn't do any damage."

"Haley brought like four cans of stove cleaner and we spent, up until a half hour ago cleaning the stove and the grease off the floor. I will never live this down from Haley and now from you."

"Honestly Quinn, I've never cooked on that thing. I don't know the first thing about anything besides an omlet and a couple of other things."

"Then why did you tease me about not being able to make meatloaf."

"Because it got me this." He leaned in and kissed her on the lips.

"Good save."

Clay put the empty box on the night stand. "You don't think you have to do all these things, right? Like cook?"

"Sometimes I feel like I should, you know, since it's your house and I'm basically living here without actually moving in yet. Other times I just want to."

"You don't have to do anything. I want you to feel like you want to be here because you know I love you, we have a good time."

"What makes you think I'm just here for that."

Clay acted confused. "And why wouldn't you be. Two years ago, I was rated the sexiest man alive by People Magazine."

"Were you? As I remember, the article stated, Sexiest Man Alive was Matt Damon and you were mentioned in like an article about an assistant he had on a movie. So, wanna try again?"

"Okay, fair enough. But seriously, move in, be official about it and not have the leave in the morning to change clothes."

He didn't hear an answer and walked into the bathroom, the shower was running.

"So, is that a yes."

She dried her face. "What's the question?"

"Move in with me. You are taking a shower and you almost live here anyway."

"Big step don't you think. And that's something couples talk about and we haven't yet."

Quinn stuck her head under the shower and then felt a pair of hands around her stomach, she turned around.

"Then let's talk about it."

"In the shower?"

"Sure, but talking isn't really our thing." Clay kissed her.

Quinn's phone rang and went straight to voicemail.

This message is for Quinn James…this is Doctor Dixon at the clinic. I am sorry to be calling you so late. I just got back some results from the lab here when you were at the emergency room. I don't want to give you this message over the phone, so please call me when you get this, it's extremely important that I speak with you