The radio was pouring out a slow jazz song from its speakers. The music was rich and flowed with a melancholy underbelly. Phil closed his eyes, letting the happy feeling embrace him fully.

The summer evening was cool and clear. Any cloud found in the sky from earlier in the day had blown far away. Stars sparked and a laugh echoed from Phil's throat as he began humming: Twinkle, twinkle little star.

He suddenly heard a car pull up into the driveway. Phil waited in the back yard, sitting on a white plastic chair. The car engine shut off and a door was slammed shut. Shoes clicked softly against the cement sidewalk that lead up to the house.

The lights in the kitchen that Phil had turned on were quickly shut off. The white French doors that sat behind Phil opened with a tiny whimper. It was quiet and very dark. He waited.

Warm arms wrapped around him. "Evening, Mr. Diffy." A female voice whispered in his ear.

"How was your day Mrs. Diffy?" He asked leaning back to see her face.

"Tiring, I was given all the paper work but next week it's my time to report current events."

"That's great." Phil smiled. "Now sit with me Keely."

"You're so bossy." She giggled settling herself in his lap. Phil shared his blanket with her and they sat silently for a moment.

"Look at the stars." Keely sighed nuzzling his neck.

"I see them." Phil said kissing her head.

Keely yawned. Phil chuckled.

"I like this house and this neighborhood." Keely confirmed.

"Me too, it's perfect. There's trees and lots of space and my personal favorite, not too many annoying neighbors."

Keely nodded. "Too true. The people here are nice. I'm happy."

"Well I'm glad." Phil grinned.

"We're busy a lot." Keely admitted.

"Who isn't?" Phil laughed.

"But" Keely began again snuggle up to him. "I'm happy that everything worked out. Believe me, when I saw you leave that day so many years ago on the time machine I thought it was all over."

"So did I." Phil said tightening his grip around her waist.

"Maybe that's why I love Curtis so much." Keely laughed.

"Yea, if we hadn't have come back to get him and realize what we were giving up, who knows where I'd be now." Phil shuddered.

"I like to think we would have found one another anyway." Keely smiled.

"It is a nice thought." Phil agreed.

"So what's next?" Keely pondered.

"Well let's go down the list." Phil joked. "Married?"

"Check." Keely announced.

"Stable jobs?" Phil asked again.

"Check." Keely said.

"Good house?"

"Check."

"Kids?" Phil questioned softly.

"Soon, not yet." Keely said kissing his cheek. "But soon."

"I can wait." Phil smiled. "Whenever your ready."

"I knew I loved you for a reason." Keely smirked. "It's a good thing tomorrow is Sunday." Keely yawned again.

"Maybe we should head to bed." Phil offered.

"Nah, let's make hot chocolate." Keely said getting up.

"Sounds wonderful." Phil stretched.

"You get the cups and I'll heat some water." Keely told him opening the back door. After making the hot chocolate they sat at the table.

"Do think we're boring Phil?" Keely sighed stirring her drink.

"No why? I like just sitting with you."

"I like sitting with you too."

"Maybe we could go out dancing sometime?" Phil wondered.

"Our anniversary is coming up." Keely smiled.

"It's settled then! Dinner and dancing just you and me babe." Phil grinned.

"Promise? You won't chicken out giving me that excuse that you can't dance?" Keely frowned good heartedly.

"Promise." Phil held out his hand and Keely took it and they shook on it.

"Sometimes I think your just too good for me Phil"

"Really? I was thinking the same thing."

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So there it is. I've come to the conclusion I write too many pointless stories. Does anyone object? If so, next time I'll try and come up with something that has a semi climax, but no promises. I think I like the easy romance stories. Nice and slow on a Saturday night.

Lazy Days