Authors' Note: So, we're back with a new fanfic:) Consider this as a companion piece to Trouble Sleeping, if you like. Sandy and Kirsten, after a long day's hard work, have some quality time together. Fluff and all lovey-dovey. Don't know how many chapters this will take, but we hope you enjoy nonetheless. Don't forget to leave us a review!

Disclaimer: Not ours, unfortunately. The title of this fic comes from the song by The Futureheads, featured on Music From The OC: Mix 4.

DECENT DAYS AND NIGHTS

"And where was I before the day

That I first saw your lovely face?

Now I see it everyday

And I know

That I am, I am

I am the luckiest,"

- The Luckiest, Ben Folds Five

It was merely after sunset. Dim lights cast a faint glow all over the living room as inaudible sounds blared from the widescreen television set placed on the wall. There was a scarlet mug half-filled with already cold coffee sitting on the center table, and a few pillows were thrown on the floor.

Over the unmade couch laid Kirsten Cohen, the hopelessly blond matriarch of the Cohen household. Both bare feet were raised on the armrest on one side, while her light snoring was slightly muffled due to the fact that her face was buried in a pillow propped up on the other side. She seemed to be knocked out, deep in her slumber, really exhausted after a long day of working at the Newport Group.

Sandy Cohen walked into his home after a long day at work. He was tired, no doubt about that, and wanted nothing more than to sit at home for the remainder of the night. Maybe order some Thai and simply enjoy the company of his family of, now, four.

He was surprised that he wasn't immediately welcomed by his wife. He couldn't even hear her. Her car was outside though so he knew she was home.

"Kirsten?" He called out, desiring to see his wife, knowing just the sight of her would make his day better. He was met with silence. He walked into the kitchen, still searching for her. When met with an empty room, he wondered into the living room and smiled at what he found.

His wife was snoring into a pillow. He chuckled lightly as he watched her for a moment. Even though he couldn't see her face, it was possibly the most adorable thing he'd ever seen. He couldn't help but smile widely at his wife.

He was torn between taking her to their own bed or leaving her where she was. She did look incredibly comfortable and he didn't want to chance it by waking her. Perhaps he would order Thai for them all and when it arrived, he would wake her then. He decided that's what he would do.

However at the moment, he was too intrigued by the sight before him to leave. He decided to give about five to ten minutes of his time to simply watching her sleep face down on the couch. If she didn't wake up within those minutes, he would go ahead with his plans.

Unconsciously, oblivious to Sandy staring at her, she shifted on her side with a grunt and drew her knees closer to her chest. Blond hair was splayed in every direction, a messy remainder of the neat hairstyle she had pinned it to earlier this morning. Kirsten's carefully applied make-up seemed to have disappeared, and the power suit she was wearing was slowly becoming wrinkled. The pillow that she had buried her face into dropped to the floor, and her snores went louder in volume.

"Hmm." Kirsten grumbled, resting her head on her clasped hands, looking disturbed for a moment as she moved as if she felt she was interrupted, before looking relaxed again. Her light snores continued, just like a freight train running through the house, as Sandy often put it. Sandy's smile grew and grew as his wife turned in her deep slumber. He was so lucky to be married to her. Moments like these just made him love her all the more.

Sandy went into the kitchen and retrieved the take out menus. He considered asking the boys what they wanted but remembered hearing something about a Play Station super bowl tonight. He knew what they liked anyway and ended up pretty much ordering one of everything on the menu.

Meanwhile, rather used to sleeping in their bed with Sandy on her side, Kirsten's arm flailed to her left, making her wrist collide with the frame of the couch. Momentary pain made her arm tingle as she tried to roll over to the other side, but ending up on the floor with a soft thud.

Thank God she had the sense to have the living room carpeted, instead of having the same marble flooring that ran throughout the rest of the house. Her fall was enough to wake her up, although she looked groggy, confused and irritated.

"Ow." She grumbled, picking herself up from the floor and taking a seat on the couch. That was probably enough power naps for Kirsten for the night.

Sandy finished ordering the Thai food and decided to check on his wife before checking on his sons. He entered the living room in time to see her roll of the couch. He saw her hit and his heart jumped into his throat.

"Oh my gosh!" His over-protective side jumped into high gear. He knew he was probably over reacting but he was a husband that's what he did. He ran over to where she was, getting back on the couch. He kneeled in front of her and looked up at her with frightened eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Sandy?" Kirsten blinked, looking even more confused at the sight of her husband. "What are you doing here? When did you get home?"

It seemed as if she was too surprised at the fact that Sandy was home now to notice that he was really concerned over her fall, but maybe she was just too groggy. After all Kirsten was woken up in the most inhumane way possible, something that she didn't really appreciate.

How long has it been since she was out? Kirsten checked her Rolex wearily and saw that she had been asleep for almost an hour now, since she got home. She remembered arriving, then walking along the halls of an empty house, before her tiredness overwhelmed her, and she decided to take a twenty-minute power nap. She was supposed to work after that, but she guessed she was more tired than she thought.

"What does it matter?" He asked impatiently. "Are you okay?" He said with more emphasis. He began looking her up and down, searching for a break or anything since she obviously wasn't going to tell him herself.

"Huh?" What on earth was Sandy talking about? It was only after a few moments that she realized he meant her little trip to the floor, and a knowing look spread on her face. "Oh. I'm fine. No harm done." When she confirmed that she was okay, Sandy released a breath that he didn't realize he'd been holding.

For the first time since he arrived, Kirsten smiled, her grogginess beginning to fade away as she felt more awake. "Maybe you can kiss to make me feel better?" She hinted, looking at him playfully straight in the eye as he was still kneeling in front of her. He smiled and was about to respond when she pulled him in for a long, welcome-home kiss. He deepened the kiss and then broke away from her. He kissed the spot on her arm that hit the couch. "Feel any better now?" He whispered.

"Uh-huh." Kirsten could tell that Sandy was still a little worried, so she smiled, to indicate that she wasn't in any pain anymore. He could really get protective of her sometimes, even when it was just nothing big or anything, and she loved him for that. Of course, if it was the other way around, Kirsten would feel the same way.

She curled up on the couch again, and patted the empty space beside her. "Come lie with me." Kirsten said simply, moving a little to give him more space, since he was bigger than her. She reached for his rough hands, and tugged, pulling him closer to her.

Sandy was slowly convinced that Kirsten was actually okay. He smiled as she invited him onto the couch with her. "Of course." He said as he climbed next to her. As he put his arms around her, he realized his body fit perfectly around her.

He kissed the back of her head. "We should do this more often. Not fall off the couch, lay together in the afternoon doing nothing."

"Are you making fun of me?" He couldn't see it, but her eyes were playfully narrowed at the mention of them not falling off the couch. That hadn't really been a good way to wake up, and she didn't really appreciate being reminded of that little fact.

"No, not making fun of you. Just making sure my words didn't become... misconstrued." He said as he felt her fingers entwine with his. He gave her hand a squeeze.

"What's for dinner?" She asked wonderingly, even though technically she should be the one taking care of it, being the mother of the clan. But of course, anyone knew better not to let her into the kitchen and too near the stove. "Did you send the boys out for something?"

"I just ordered Thai. But I do believe that tonight is the boys' Super Bowl of sorts. Of course, I could be wrong. Their schedule's seem to change every second." He began to play with the fabric of her slacks.

"Thai? Sounds good." Kirsten raised a hand to cover her mouth as she yawned sleepily, before resuming their place under Sandy's grasp again. The warmth of his body pressed against hers, and the comfort that his embrace offered was enough to render her sleepy again. Sandy thought she really was adorable when she yawned. It made him smile.

"So, how was work?" She asked, not moving a muscle, perfectly content where she was and how she was positioned at the moment. "Good?" Kirsten pressed on, really wanting to know how his day was without her.

"Oh gosh. Possibly the most tiring day all year." He groaned. Then he hugged her closer to him and inhaled her scent. He stretched his legs out, groaning again as he did so. "But it's definitely getting better." He said quietly.

"So I've heard." Kirsten agreed with a smile, closing her eyes in content as she felt herself being drawn even closer to Sandy. She had a pretty long day too, but of course, any day that dealt with Caleb Nichol and Julie Cooper was always a long one.

Slowly, she rubbed the back of Sandy's hands, her palms grazing the hair that was there. Then, she shifted and turned around to face him, just wanting to take a good look at her husband who she had not seen since they left the house this morning. Any day that dealt with Caleb and Julie was a long one, but a day without Sandy felt like a lifetime to her. "I missed you." She said quietly, looking straight at him through his bright blue eyes.

As she turned to face him, he kissed her nose. Once she had situated herself, he pulled her closer to him and faintly kissed her lips. "Mm. I know what you mean." He whispered. 'I love you.' He mouthed, his eyes conveying the words.

"I love you, too."

It was definitely times like these when all Kirsten could think was how lucky she was to have ended up with Sandy, and to be with him after all these years. Thinking back on the day when they first met, well, she must've been really lucky. It was destined.

She buried her face in his shoulder, seeking comfort and strength in his arms. Despite the power nap, she still felt weary, and just wanted to stay with Sandy like this for the rest of the night, or doing anything, as long as she had Sandy's company, and possibly the boys' too."What do you want to do?" Kirsten asked, her voice muffled because of his clothes. "You want to watch a movie or something?"

"Sure. Sounds good." He said quietly. "What would you like to watch?" He asked tentatively.

"Anything." She answered, and smiled through the fabric of the clothes he was wearing. Kirsten was sure that both of them knew well she would just end up falling asleep, no matter what movie they watched anyway.

An arm wrapped loosely around his middle as she moved closer to him, her eyes beginning to close at the comfort of it all. "Or you could just keep on doing what you're doing." Kirsten tilted her head up and kissed him softly on the lips, once, twice, and several more times.

"Now that I think about it. Would there be much sense in turning on a movie? We both know you wouldn't watch it." He chuckled softly. Another cute quality of hers.

Kirsten laughed softly. "You know I'll end up falling asleep, anyway." If she could manage to stay awake through one movie, it would be a Chrismukkah miracle, in Seth's words. But no matter how many times both father and son tried to make Kirsten watch a movie and stay awake through it, she still fell asleep at some point.

"I do enjoy our silence though." He said quietly as he snuggled deeper into her. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"You enjoy silence?" She teased, her tone quiet as not to fully destroy the mood that had set itself over them. Kirsten watched him intently as his eyes closed, looking more relaxed by the moment, before she buried her face in his neck.

"I can enjoy anything as long as I'm with you." Sandy said in his best lovey-dovey tone. He then opened his eyes and rubbed her nose with his own nose. After giving her an Eskimo kiss, he left a real kiss on her nose.

"So cheesy." Kirsten teased with another subdued laugh, but she wasn't able to say anything else as Sandy grazed her nose with his, and then left a kiss on the tip after. Countless times she told him, she always liked when he did that.

"Really, what do you want to do tonight?" She pressed on, slowly running her hand up and down his back, feeling warmth on the palm of her hand. "Are you sure you don't want to watch a movie? You know I'll just lie beside you even if I ended up falling asleep." Kirsten smiled convincingly, tilting her head up to kiss his chin, which was the only thing she could reach in her current position.

A smile spread across his features. "Movie it is." He then grabbed the remote and began to flip through the movie channels, too comfortable to get up and choose a DVD. "500 channels and still nothing on." He grumbled.

"Why are we paying for this thing?" Kirsten laughed at his frustration, along with a roll of her bright blue eyes. She, for one, never had enough time to sit in front of the widescreen and really watch television, and when she did, she merely ended up falling asleep. Whenever Seth, Ryan or Sandy parked themselves in front of the set to watch television, all they did was complain about nothing being on anyway.

Sandy shrugged as he browsed the list of shows that were on. His eyes lit up and a smile lit up his entire face. He laughed deeply and clicked 'ENTER' on the remote. He knew this would get a reaction out of his wife. As the cable caught up with itself, the sounds of John Travolta suddenly leapt into the couple's ears.

"Stranded at the drive-in…" Danny Zuko sang.

"Yes." Sandy said.

Startled at the familiarity of the lyrics, Kirsten bolted up from her comfortable position in Sandy's arms, and twisted her body around to look at the television. It couldn't be, could it? It had been forever since she last heard that song.

"Sandy?" She asked, both eyes widened in amazement as she turned back to look at her husband. The song brought back memories of Berkeley, and Sandy's participation in the musical, Grease. Kirsten looked at him questioningly, wondering if what she saw on the television was real.

"Oh yes, baby. Your eyes do not deceive you." Sandy stated loudly and proudly. Watching his wife's reaction was so enjoyable. He began to hum the tune. Progressively, it got louder. Then it turned into whistling. Pretty soon he was mumbling the words. After that, he began belting out the lyrics to the Grease song. He was smiling as he did so.

His grin was infectious, and Kirsten couldn't help but break into a smile herself. It was funny how she could still vividly picture Sandy in that Berkeley production from so many years ago.

She rested her head on his shoulder, enjoying the sound of his deep voice as he serenaded her with the musical. Kirsten even clapped her hands when he finished the entire song, smiling again as she did so. "Wow, twenty years, and Travolta's still your bitch." She said knowingly, wrapping an arm around his neck fondly.

"Why thank you, honey." He smiled as he finished the song and snuggled back down beside her. He settled down and just watched the movie. Shocking was the fact that he was not quoting the whole movie, which he was so proud that he could do.

Kirsten settled herself, facing the television with Sandy's chest pressed against her back as she watched the familiar movie. She pulled his arm and draped it over her middle, before she rested her own on top of his. It made her feel a sense of security.

The living room was quiet save for the sounds of the television as man and wife continued to watch. But as always, for Kirsten, the combination of her husband's warmth and the radiation from the widescreen was too much, and slowly, her eyes began to droop, until light snoring filled the air again.

Sandy's eyes had been drooping for a while now. Work had really drained him today. Add in the comfortable warmth that his wife emitted and it was getting increasingly harder to stay awake. As he was about to give up the fight, he began to hear a faint familiar noise. It took a moment to register but when it finally did, a wide grin spread across Sandy's face. He leaned up a little to look at her face. Gosh she was beautiful, even in snoring slumber.

Sandy looked at his watch. In about five minutes, he would either get the boys to go get the food or he would go get it himself. As for the moment, he was going to enjoy his wife's presence. However, Kirsten was just so comfortable that Sandy lost his power and soon joined her in a state of sweet slumber.

In her sleep, the tips of Kirsten's fingers trailed themselves up and down the arm that was draped over her middle. She was quite unaware of her actions, but to whoever looked at them at night when they were tangled up with each other in bed, it was somewhat like a habit. Something that almost twenty years of being married brought to them, like they always knew what the other wanted even in their sleep.

She smiled, and pressed herself closer to him. Kirsten was still lulled in that kind of sleep whether she was partly, only vaguely aware of her surroundings, like the sounds of television, mixed in with the surroundings of the dream she was having right now. Her eyes remained hidden under closed eyelids, and more soft sounds of snoring filled the air.

Sandy, subconsciously, reacted to his wife while sleeping. As she stroked his arm, he smiled peacefully. He technically knew what she was doing to him but it wasn't necessarily registering. He felt her shift closer to him and he tightened the grasp he had on her.

Sandy pressed a kiss onto the back of her head. How did he ever get so lucky?

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