For the eighth round of the contest I'm in. I didn't write this with them being married in mind, but think of it like that if you wish. It's supposed to be more of a one year anniversary of the first date kind of thing. And of course, my thanks to the two people who edited this for me. Now, with that out of the way; enjoy!

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Rebecca threw back the curtains, and even with his eyes squeezed shut against the light, Mokuba knew just how she'd be standing there. In her dramatic pose; left hand on hip, head tilted up and left, other hand resting on the frames of her glasses as if to shield her eyes. The notion also struck him that if he were to face the glaring light and open his eyes, he'd be in the perfect position to see up her skirt—if, that was, he was lucky and she was wearing one. "Alas," she sighed dramatically, "could this dawn fearing ape with the messy hair truly be the same young man who swept me off my feet and won my heart with his dashing good looks, charm and nobility, that whole year ago? Surely it is not so!"

Mokuba snorted into his pillow and cracked an eye open to be disappointed by a pair of jeans. He promptly closed said eye again. "Shove off 'Becca, it can't be even nine yet." This earned him a shirt to the head and the blankets being peeled off.

"I'll have you know it's nine o' three," she hmphed, though without much feeling. "And we said we'd be there by ten, so get up."

Grumbling half heartedly, Mokuba pulled himself upright and shoved the shirt over his head. "Happy anniversary to you too."

Rebecca stuck her nose up and tongue out, holding the pose for all of two seconds before crawling over the bed to kiss his cheek. "Happy anniversary, Moku." Mokuba grinned and pulled his fingers through her hair just once, and then she was walking out the door, calling behind her, "Now get ready!"

Mokuba sighed as he made for the bathroom. Saturdays never did go the way he'd like…

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