Kirsten Cohen shut the door behind her, dropping her keys and purse on the floor. She leaned up against her glass front door, closed her eyes and sighed. Someday were extremely stressful after a long day of working with her father at the Newport Group. Days like this made her wonder if she should have stood up to her father and opened the art gallery she always wanted. But dwelling in the past wouldn't make her feel better, only one person could do that and his name was Sandy Cohen.

"Long day?" Sandy whispered, he heard the front door but didn't hear the signature click of her heels on their marble floor. He could automatically sense she wasn't feeling great as he saw her leaning against the door. He knew she was giving herself a 5 second pity party before she would bulk up her defense and pretend everything was all right. He had been trying to get her to break that habit for years, trying to make her understand that she deserved to feel however she needed to feel.

Kirsten eyes snapped open when she heard the sound of his sexy voice. A small part of her smiled, it was low and soft and sexy at the same time, and it was only that way when he spoke to her.

"I'm exhausted," she said as she walked over to him, leaving a small kiss on his lips, before he wrapped her up in a hug.

"I picked up some Thai food, might help?" he smiled down at her.

"Okay, where are Seth and Ryan?"

"At Luke's house. They all have some big chemistry test tomorrow. Promised to be in by 11:30."

"Can we eat in the bed?" Sandy looked shocked.

"You want to eat in the bed? How many times have I been lectured for bringing bagels into the bed?" She chuckled at his ramble.

"You get to excited eating bagels, and you leave crumbs. I didn't want to sleep on sheet that had cream cheese fragrance." Sandy kissed the top of her head and held her tight in his arms as he laughed.

"I'm not a child, I know how to eat properly," he teased.

"I trust you. I'll take a shower right quick, if you set up?"

Sandy cupped her face and kissed her softly. "Sure"

Kirsten stepped out the shower in a matching pair of lacy purple underwear and bra. She peaked out of the closet into her bedroom. She saw Sandy in the bed reading a book, dressed in some checked boxers and a Yankee t-shirt, two containers of Thai food, sitting on his nightstand. Sandy marked his spot in his book and looked over. Her blonder hair wrapped up in a towel, her amazing body clad by beautiful lingerie, her natural face surrounding her soft blue eyes silently communicating to him. She was absolutely beautiful. No matter the time of day, or what she was doing, his Kirsten was always perfect.

"Here" he said, immediately understand why she was standing in their closet. He handed her his Berkeley sweatshirt. Knowing she was probably franticly looking through both their respective sides of the closet for it. "I washed it for you today"

Kirsten crept out of the closet and pulled it over her head, sending her towel on the floor, and her naturally tousled hair sprung out. She instantly smelled the scent of laundry detergent, and what really made the smell was the hint of Irish Spring body wash. Sandy's soap could be smelled on all his clothes and she loved that. He always smelled amazing, and she loved how his smell alone could comfort her. It made her feel like he was there, at times when he wasn't. She remembered in college, he would give her his sweatshirt when he went home to New York and she returned to Newport Beach. She would sleep in his sweatshirt every night and it always felt like he was right there next to her.

"Do you want to talk about your day?" he asked gently as she crawled into bed. She rested her back against his chest and signed happily this time. In the comfort of her bed, wrapped in her soft expensive sheets, warmed by his sweatshirt and feeling safe by his fingers intertwined with hers.

"Just lots of meeting and fighting with my father, both professionally and personally. I just made myself exhausted." She ate into her Pad Thai, while Sandy ate his dumplings. They would switch containers every so often.

"I hate seeing you so stressed out."

"I know I was trying to be a little perkier when I came home"

"You shouldn't feel like you have to hide your emotions from me. You know me, I want to help; I want to know what's going on with you okay? Don't shut me out Kirsten"

She turned to look his eyes, as she was now straddling his waist.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I don't mean to shut myself off from you its just habit. I learned not to bother people with my emotions." Sandy winced.

"I hate the morals your father installed into you sometimes." Kirsten laughed softly.

"Me too." She kissed him passionately and he held her tight. He rolled over so she laid on her back. She run her fingers under his shirt and rubbed up and down his back.

"I have… an idea… that can… relieve some…of your….tension" Sandy spoke through kisses, slowly lifting up her sweatshirt. Kirsten smiled into the kiss, Sandy always knew how to make bad days better, and he always took the hurt away.

"Do… show… me… Mister Cohen…."

The lights were turned off as Kirsten rested her head on his bare chest. The smell of the sweatshirt gone as it was replaced with the same smell from his body. Kirsten snuggled up close to him and Sandy held her tight, running his finger through his newly dried hair and occasionally kissing her head. Both basking in the afterglow of their making love. Kirsten got up for a moment and planted a firm loving kissing against Sandy's lips. She slowly pulled away and smiled at him.

"What was that for?" he said softly.

"For genuinely being an amazing husband. You always make me feel better and I don't know what I would do without you. I love you so much Sandy. I truly do" Sandy smiled sheepishly and kissed her again quickly. She laid her head back down and listen to the sound of his breathing as she slowly drifted to sleep. Just before sleep took over she heard a soft whispered.

"The love of my life, the most precious thing to me, is you. I love you too Kirsten."