Disclaimer: So I do not own the characters. Nor do I own the movie this is roughly based on 'P.S. I Love You'.

Dedicated to: Sue and Hela. Thank you, Sue, for being my proof-reader and person to encourage me to post. And thank you Hela for reading and encouraging me to post.

Jess slammed the box of cake mix down and groaned, "It's not that hard, Rory!"

"Yes it is! There are so many directions to follow!" She sighed and leaned against the counter.

"It's a cake! It doesn't take a genius!" He snapped.

There was a long silence that hovered over them in the kitchen. She fidgeted with her hands and he took deep breaths, trying to calm down. His temper got the best of him sometimes, he just doesn't have patience.

"Jess … maybe we should just put up the cake mix for the night," she persuaded walking to him.

"And do what?" He spat out angrily.

Rory placed her lips on his shoulder blade and wrapped her arms around his waist, "Go to bed?"

He paused, "Fine. Good lord woman you drive me insane."

She laughed a bit and he turned around in her arms to place a kiss on her forehead, but instead pressed his lips to hers. She smiled into the kiss, "See? Much better than cake."

He chuckled and walked into the bedroom. Rory tagged along behind him after putting the box back into the cabinet.

He plopped back onto the bed with a content sigh, "I'm exhausted."

Rory crawled up the length of his body and pressed her lips to his, softly, "Sorry I can't bake a cake."

Wrapping his arms around her slender waist, he smiled, "It's okay. Just kiss me and I'll forget about it."

She giggled and kissed him again, "You're such a cornball."

"Am not," he argued, rolling them over so he hovered over her.

"Are too," she smiled and her eyes drifted shut.

"You're tired, too?" He asked, kissing her collarbone before rolling off of her.

"Mhm …" She sighed, and turned to face him. He wrapped his arms around her and she tucked herself into his body, "Night."

He nodded and looked at the wall ahead of him, "Night Ror."

"Jess for the umpteenth time! Get out of bed!" Rory shouted and threw her shoe at him, "Out!"

He sat up in bed with a glare on his features and rubbed his head, "Rory that hurt!"

"It damn well better have, that's Prada!"

He scowled and threw the covers off of his body, "I so liked you better last night when you were trying to bake a cake."

"Well you are making me run late!"

"How? I'm in bed and you are getting ready," he walked over to her and reached for his shirt.

"Cause in three hours you will call the office bitching because I didn't wake you up in time to get ready for work. Then you'll complain about Matt jumping down your throat when you walked in and blah, blah, blah …" She rolled her eyes and slipped on her skirt.

He buttoned up his shirt. Sighing, "I've never done that."

Rory stopped putting on her jacket and stared at him in disbelief, "Are you a compulsive liar? Or do you just have Alzheimer's?"

She rushed past him and into their bathroom. She threw her hair up and put on just a little makeup, "Thanks Jess, now I can't even fix up today."

"Who are you trying to impress? Logan?" He muttered, slipping on his blazer.

Rory turned and glared at him, "You are such an ass ..."

She brushed past him and crawled on the bed in search for her shoe that she chunked at her husband earlier.

"You see? If you wouldn't have thrown it at me you wouldn't be even later."

"Well if you would have gotten out of the bed, I wouldn't have thrown the shoe." She folded the comforter over and smiled, "Aha!" She scooted to the foot of the bed and put on her right shoe.

Jess walked out of their bedroom and into the small kitchen area. He poured a cup of coffee and waited for her to dash out of their room.

She ran out and grabbed her bag before going into the kitchen and snatching the cup from him, "Bye!"

He grabbed her wrist gently and pulled her to him, "Wait," he said before kissing her softly. "Sorry I wouldn't get up."

Rory grinned, "I know you are." She walked to the door, "Love you!" Hearing the slam, he chuckled. Good lord she was crazy.

Jess walked in the bar and laid his coat down on the stool, "Matt!" He sauntered towards the back and smirked when he saw Matt looking at the clock with his arms crossed.

"Thanks to you the publishing house will be opening late. I had to open the bar for us, where have you been?"

"You are so uptight," Jess chuckled, "it's no big deal. And besides, it was your idea to run two businesses."

Matt glared at him and threw on his jacket, "You are running Truncheon tomorrow, got it?"

"Fine," he snapped, turning on all of the lights.

"I don't know why I even I let you run the fun job half of the time," Matt mumbled, walking out of their bar.

"I like Truncheon better!" Jess called to him, laughing.

"Yeah well-," he paused, "I like your wife better!"

Jess threw a wet rag at him and he dodged, walking out of the door laughing.

"Back at you!" a tall brunette called, walking into the bar. Jess assumed she was talking to Matt. Their recent breakup didn't stop the two from bickering like cats and dogs.

Jess smirked and looked up from his seat behind the counter, "Hey Mandy."

Mandy smiled, slightly, "I didn't come here to chit-chat with you, moron. Where's Rory going to be tonight?"

"What a nice greeting," he mumbled, "home with me."

"No, she is coming out with me. I need her to come out with me and sit in the far corner of the restaurant as I go on a date. If the date is a dud she has to freak out and pretend like she's having a baby."

"Get someone else to do it; Rory's staying home with me tonight."

"You are such a territorial baby."

Jess smirked and placed his hand over his heart, "Aw, thank you."

"I have no other girl friends, Jess! Besides my sister who is pregnant and might actually have her baby. And what if the date is good? That would totally ruin it!"

"Then how about you just go through the date and stick it out even if it's bad."

"That's not an option!" She grabbed her purse and sighed, "You are such a guy!"

"Hey!" He called as she walked towards the exit, "That's not an insult!"

Mandy glared and pushed the door open, "Tell Rory to call me, ass."

He sighed, "Fine."

She smiled, triumphantly and walked out of the bar.

Rory sat in her office and flipped through the papers piled up on her desk. She threw her feet up on the desk and flicked her shoes off. Jess was right, Prada did hurt. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes for just a second. She, after all, needed a break every once in a while.

"No naps," Logan stated, smirking.

She jumped in her chair, almost flipping over, "Good lord you scared me!"

"Sorry," he laughed and threw another stack of papers on top of her others.

"Logan!" She flew towards the desk, "No! Those were finished papers! And now they're mixed!"

Logan stepped forward, "Hey it's not that big of a deal, we can clean it up and mix it back how it's supposed to be."

"It's not that simple," she groaned, "just get out. Please?"

Logan threw his hands up in surrender and smirked, "This is just because your husband is still pissy when we hang out together. Isn't it? The papers are easy to fix, you are just uncomfortable with me being around."

"No, it's just because I don't like you." She glared and shuffled the papers back to the appropriate stacks, "go."

Logan shook his head and sighed, "Tell me which pile next time, k?"

Rory nodded, quietly and watched as he walked out of her office. When was her lunch break? She looked at the clock that read 11:30 and smiled, grabbing her coat.

She walked out of the office and into the streets of Philadelphia. She missed Stars Hollow so much at these times. No one was really friendly here. Rory missed the small town where everyone stopped to say hello.

Rory stopped at the old brick building beside a rundown knick-knack store and walked in. She walked up to the counter and smiled at Jess, "Hey."

He smirked and turned towards her, "Hey, lunch already?"

"Yeah now fix me up that club sandwich. You are sucking at your job, mister," she giggled and he leaned over to kiss her quickly.

Pulling away from her, he sighed, "What's wrong?"

"I'm hungry and you aren't fixing my club sandwich," she pointed out, pouting.

"You look stressed," he stated.

"Gee thanks hon, boy I'm glad we aren't in the good old days when husbands complimented their wives, aren't you Opie?" She asked, sarcastically.

Jess chuckled and kissed her cheek, "Sorry, but really …"

She scrunched her nose and shook her head, slightly, "No … just- usual crap."

"Sorry," he muttered again, turning to get her food.

Rory shrugged and watched him as he fixed the sandwich her taste buds longed for, "Not your fault."

"Guess not, but I feel guilty because I thoroughly enjoy my job and you hate yours."

She sighed, "I don't hate my job, Jess. I just hate where my job is. I mean, Logan bought the chain of newspapers and had to buy this very one. It really bugs me that he's always around."

Nodding, Jess set the plate in front of her, "Yeah … it bugs me too."

"I can try to find another job," she said, slowly.

"No, I won't let you give this job up."

"But I hate fighting about this all of the time."

Jess groaned, "Then I won't bring it up anymore. I just can't help it; you are working with a guy you once dated."

"You need to-," she sighed, "Jess I married you."

He nodded, "I guess you're right." He smiled a bit and took a bite of her sandwich, "Okay you are right."

She swatted his hand away and giggled, "When am I ever not?"

Smirking, he watched her finish the sandwich in less than four bites. She stood up and laid the money on the counter, earning a sharp glare from Jess.

"What is this?" He asked, picking it up.

Rory raised her eyebrow; here we go again, "Its two dollars and fifty four cents."

"Yes, smart ass, I know that. But why did you give it to me?"

"Jess, we go through this every time. I am paying you for the sandwich you just made me, the one I just ate," she grabbed her coat and threw it on.

"And I tell you every time, you are my wife. You don't pay," he smirked and handed her money back.

"Fine," she kissed his cheek and hopped off the bar stool, "what time will you be home tonight?"

"I don't know, I'll call?"

Rory nodded, "So … try to bake a cake again?"

She gave him the puppy dog eyes, those eyes could make him do anything. He groaned, "Fine, but if you mess this one up no more trying, got it?"

"Deal." Rory smiled and walked out of the bar.

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