A very flustered Sara flew down the stairs and into the kitchen, nearly falling over if she hadn't caught hold of the tabletop.
"Easy," Michael said, biting into his buttered toast as he poured her a cup of coffee, still wearing his robe.
"I'm late," Sara replied, running to get her shoes and then coming back to take her travel mug from Michael's outstretched hand. "Very late,"
"At least have some breakfast," Michael said, about to take a bite from his toast. She turned, ran back to him and took the buttered toast from his hand, gave him a quick peck on the lips and then ran back, shouting "Thanks, I love you," over her shoulder.
"Love you too," Michael replied, watching his wife and his breakfast go out the door. He went to the doorway and watched her pull out of the driveway, waving as she drove off. He waved back, shaking his head as he went back to the kitchen, taking the bread and butter out of the fridge.
"Michael, I was thinking about the colour samples for the bathroom-"
"Sorry, I have three hours of work that I need to finish in two, can we do this later?" Michael asked, barely glancing up from his desk.
"Sure," Sara said, leaning against the door frame. "Have you eaten?"
"Later," Michael replied, flipping through a few papers.
"Snack?"
Michael shook his head. Sara shrugged, turning to leave.
"Love you," Michael said, flashing her a quick smile before turning back to his papers.
"Love you too."
"Sara, are you almost ready?" Michael voice came through the closed bathroom door.
"Five minutes," Sara replied, touching up her lipstick.
"We're already late," Michael reminded her. She could picture him repeatedly looking at his watch, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. He hated being late.
She opened the door, seeing him doing just that and smiled. Some things never changed.
"How do I look?" she asked, smiling at him.
"Stunning," Michael replied, glancing up at her and then back at his watch. "Let's go."
Sara sighed. Men.
She started for the door, grabbing her purse from the railing as she went, but she felt Michael's hand grasping hers. "Sara."
"Yes, Michael?" she replied, easing her hand from his to put her shoes on. He grasped it tighter, giving it a little squeeze and she looked up into his smiling face. "I mean it, you look stunning. And I love you."
Sara smiled, "I love you too."
"How are you feeling?" Sara asked.
"Not too bad," Michael replied, smiling weakly.
"Liar," Sara accused, shaking her head. A smile played on her lips as she watched him, stroking his cheek.
"I have a high threshold for pain, remember?"
Sara laughed. "Yes, but I don't think anyone can be 'not too bad' if they'd been hit as hard as you have. You're really lucky, you know. If the other driver hadn't realized what was happening and swerved to the side, things could've been a lot worse."
Michael lowered his eyes. "I know," he mumbled. "I'm sorry."
Sara placed her hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look at her. "I'm just glad you're okay." She bent down and kissed him, chuckling when she heard the beeping of the heart monitor speed up. "I love you, so much."
"I love you too," Michael replied, pulling her face back down to his.