The next morning, Arthur awoke before Molly to the bright beams seeping in through the slits in the curtains and Arthur pulled them tight together to keep the sun from waking Molly. He leaned over her and kissed her cheek before slipping back in bed near her and throwing an arm over her hips, staring at her closed eyes. He could already picture her gorgeous chocolate brown eyes under the eyelids and he couldn't help but lean over and kiss her eyes and nose gently. She stirred a bit and he quieted himself, ceasing his movement so she fell back into peaceful sleep and then he proceeded to stare at her. He looked down her whole form lying in bed, though he could see nothing bellow her lower neck, for she always slept with the blankets pulled high around her. He sighed and held her hand tight, staring down at the ring he had placed on it no less than 27 years ago next month. The small, ever so small diamond set in the band of gold made it glimmer ever so slightly. Arthur had always wondered why she loved it so much..after all, it was nothing to stare at, and he felt guilty having not gotten her something more beautiful, as he stared at it all these years later. But he'd just been out of school, and they loved each other…so he realized it meant that much to her for that reason…that she loved him and her love for him or his love for her had nothing to do with what her marriage band was like. He sighed, tracing circles on her shoulder and down to her arm and she shivered, pushing his hand away gently. He smiled and did it again, spiting her and she once again pushed his hand away. Molly hated being tickled in the morning….or being woken that way. Arthur had always used to wake her up that way when they had just been married…The habit had decreased when he began spending more time waking with his head sagged on papers on a desk, rather than near her, urging her to wake with is ministrations. He finally moved his finger to her jaw line, rubbing it against it in a slow, gentle motion. Her jaw line tightened and she pulled away somewhat, throwing her head back and snoring slightly, then shivering and falling into perfect sleep. Arthur knew if he didn't wake her soon, she'd be angry he had played with her for so long, so he leaned over and kissed her lips slightly, and she then began to stir. She opened her eyes and stared at him before smiling.

"Goodmorning, Arthur." She whispered, smiling up at him and leaning up on her elbow to kiss him back. He smirked and sat up also as she pushed the covers off of her and went to get her robe in the bathroom, before washing off her face with the water and soap that was always on the sink, then yawning. Arthur came in a few moments later, with his robe on but halfway down his shoulders as he leaned over Molly's arm to retrieve his toothbrush. She smiled slightly at his touch as he went about putting toothpaste on his brush and then she began brushing hers. Whne she was finished she took his from him and rinsed both of theirs off, throwing them back in the drawer and running a hand through her hair as she looked in the mirror. When she turned to look at Arthur, he stood there, arms folded, holding out her hairbrush to her. "Looking for this?" He barely mumbled, overcome with admiration and love for his wife as he looked into her eyes. That's how it was every morning.

"I was." She replied, taking the brush from him and cocking her head slightly to the side as she began brushing her somewhat long hair. It had grown (to Arthur's and her satisfaction) and Arthur watched her longingly as she brushed, each strand being brushed through by small teeth. Molly sighed as she set the brush down and pushed her hair behind her ears, letting it fall on her back.

"Arthur?"

"Yes love?" He replied after coming out of his daze from staring at his wife.

"Do you ever regret marrying me?" He stared at her, his eyes fallen as she looked into his eyes from the mirror.

"I've never regretted marrying you."

"Not once? When you could've had someone so much more deserving?"

"Ah ah…No..Never." he assured, bending down a bit and kissing her passionately.

"Now, what are you doing this morning?"

"Well, I have to make something for you to eat…Because I wouldn't want you to starve…And then you have to go to work, and then you'll hopefully be home by 1 or so…or midnight…."

"Love, I didn't ask for my schedule, I asked for yours…" Molly grinned and smiled at him lovingly.

"Well, I'll be here waiting for you to come home, is all." Arthur smiled slightly, but sadly and cupped her face between both of his hands.

"I'll try to be home early…But I'll never get out early if I don't even get in…so I need to take a shower, and then eat, and then hurry out…alright?" He asked quietly, kissing her as he mumbled the words. Molly sighed, reluctantly moving from the kiss and letting him undress as he stepped into the shower and turned the hot water on. He turned and stared at her for a moment, before smirking.

"I won't be able to leave if you don't have breakfast ready by the time I'm done dear…I know all you want to do is stare at me but you can't do it all the time." He added in a playfully reprimanding voice. Olly chuckled and nodded, moving to leave. She pulled a towel out from under the cabinet first and set it on the toilet.

"Well, your towels here, for when you're done…Get done quick." He smiled as he began scrubbing his arms.

"Yes, dear." He replied, humming quietly the song Molly and him had first danced to together as man and wife. She waited a few moments until it was over before opening the curtain and kissing his wet lips quickly. He licked them as she smiled.

"I never knew water could taste so good." Molly rolled her eyes.

"Get done love."

"You brought the remark on yourself…because you are delicious my love." Molly chuckled and closed the curtain, turning and walking out the door, before locking their bathroom door, and leaving Arthur in solitude to finish his shower.

None of the kids would be up, Arthur knew, so quietly after he was done with his shower, he walked downstairs with a towel tied around his hips and a smaller one around his neck. He came up behind Molly ad smiled s he wrapped two strong, warm, damp arms around her waist seductively as the smell of perfume, bacon, and soap mingled with each other as the couple did. She turned into his embrace, his strong, loving, warm embrace and trailed a finger down his chest. He smiled at her as she studied his arms chest and stomach, smiling in satisfaction of how fit and gorgeous he'd kept himself all these years for her. He didn't have the best build…children and her cooking had seen to that, but he certainly stayed strong to protect her, and toned to satisfy her. He smiled as he began doing the same, looking her over though she was already dressed, and he so much more revealing to her. As he pulled her away from the stove and into the middle on the kitchen, he clasped both of her hands in his, putting them on his chest and kissing them lightly. Molly could feel his chest pounding and concerned she asked him why. He merely replied, "Tis just what you do to me, love." He pulled her closer as he swayed with her, dancing to an unknown song in their heads and studying each other. He sighed after a few moments and looked into her eyes, "Molly, how did you know you wanted to be with me, in this house, and with our kids for your whole life." She took in a deep breath, her mind traveling back to memories of their school years, marriage, children's births and their love for each other. After a moment she replied, "Arthur, I knew I wanted to marry you when you looked into my eyes…seeing as no one else would." Arthur caught on quickly and blushed slightly, smiling at her devilishly as they continued to sway. Molly had been quite a beauty back then….With not only large gorgeous eyes, but something else a bit farther down…and Arthur had been the only boyfriend she ever had, that actually always looked her straight in the eyes. He read her, and understood her, and loved her, and gave his all for and to her. And as a result, the intimacy only mattered when they had become husband and wife…but before that, what had existed was friendship, loyalty, and trust.

That said, it quickly grew into admiration, love and lust. Arthur loved her, thought about her everyday, thought about being with her many ways everyday, and always wanted her approval and to make her happy…Molly, likewise. But when all else failed, when things seemed so dark, and hopeless, they had hope in each other and that's what made them make it through….Each other, always.

"Molly, I love you so much."

"I love you too."

"I love you more."

"No I love you more."

"I love you more."

"I love you way more.."

"I love you so much more than your way more, MollyWobbles……You'll never understand."

"I do understand."

"How?" He asked smiling.

"Because I feel the same way."

"Why?"

"I always have."

"Me too."

"No…"

"Yesss…" He assured leaning in and nibbling her ear as they continued to play with each other until the children came down for dinner.

"We'll finish this later." He growled, before kissing her, saying goodbye to the kids, and leaving for work.