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A/N: A nice, fluffy chapter. Please review!
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As she practically ran towards her flat, Kate Watson Lestrade was pleased to see her husband's vehicle parked out front. She'd gotten some good news from her editor just before she left work, and she was eager to share it. She took the stairs two at a time and hurried through the front door to find Gabriel in the kitchen. He looked up as she burst in.

"Someone's in a good mood."

"Uh-huh," Kate confirmed, all but leaping into his arms.

Gabriel lifted his wife so that they were at eye-level with each other. "And is there a particular reason for this good mood?"

She beamed. "The story I finished today is going to run on the front page of tomorrow's paper!"

He grinned, spinning them around as he kissed her. "Fantastic! Congratulations, love. If I hadn't already started dinner, I'd suggest we go out to celebrate."

"We can always do that tomorrow." Kate laughed. "And is it just me or does this situation seem slightly familiar?"

Gabriel chuckled as he realized what she meant. "I asked you on our first real date to celebrate your first story appearing in the paper."

He kissed her again before setting her back on her feet. "I happen to be making one of your favorite meals tonight, so we could consider this part of the celebration."

Kate smiled, sniffing the air. "Mmm . . .chicken Alfredo?"

"That's right."

"I love you."

Gabriel laughed as he passed her a plateful of food. "So you only married me because I'm a good cook?"

"That was part of it, yes," Kate teased, lifting her fork to her mouth. "Oh, that's delicious!"

Once they'd cleaned their plates, Kate insisted on doing the dishes and straightening up the kitchen. She pointed out that it was only fair, since Gabriel had done the cooking, and shooed him into the living room to watch television.

By the time she joined him, he'd turned off the telly and tossed the remote onto the coffee table.

"Nothing good on?"

"Nope."

Kate grinned, sidling close to murmur in his ear. "Well, maybe we should find some other way to entertain ourselves."

She wasn't surprised when Gabriel's reaction was to pull her into a heated kiss, sweep her into his arms, and head for the bedroom.

By noon the next day, Kate had honestly lost count of how many calls, emails and text messages she'd received. But she was pleased by the reaction to her story. The majority of the feedback was positive. Her best friend, Emma, playfully asked for her autograph; Kate responded by throwing a paperclip at her and rolling her eyes.

She got home with plenty of time to get ready before going out to dinner. She chose a sleeveless red cocktail dress, left her hair down, and put on a bit of makeup. A slow smile crossed Gabriel's face as she came downstairs.

"You look amazing," he whispered, pulling her into his arms.

"Thank you."

He responded with a kiss, and it was several minutes before they pulled apart, both breathless.

"We don't want to miss our reservation," Kate pointed out.

Gabriel leaned close to nuzzle her throat. "Who cares about the bloody reservation?"

Kate laughed as she pushed him back. "I don't think so, Casanova. Feed me first."

He gave a dramatic, put-upon sigh. "If you insist, darling."

They went to their favorite Italian restaurant, the same one where they'd had that first date eighteen months before. As always, the food was delicious. They talked as they ate, discussing how the day had gone. Gabriel passed on some complimentary remarks he'd heard his co-workers make regarding Kate's article.

Once they'd returned home, Gabriel handed Kate a large, flat package. She examined it curiously.

"What is it?"

"Open it and see."

She did so, beaming when she saw what it was. Her article had been carefully cut out and put into a beautiful oak frame.

"I thought you might want to hang it up," Gabriel suggested.

"That is so thoughtful of you!" Kate got up to embrace him. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, my heart. Now, could we maybe pick up where we left off earlier?"

She smiled. "Sounds like a perfect way to end the evening."

Later, as they were getting their breath back, Gabriel remembered something.

"Kate?"

She didn't lift her head from where it was buried against his neck. "Hmmm?"

"I thought your article was great, and I'm proud of you."

Kate raised her head enough to look him in the eye, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. "That means a lot to me, Gabe."

Her last thought before dozing off was to hope that her current run of great luck lasted.