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They were lying in bed together after hours of making love. There was nothing Alicia loved more than cuddling with him afterward. Having his body smushed against hers was just what she needed to fall asleep. Above all, his presence was just comforting.

They were lying quietly under the covers, his back turned to her. She wanted to be the big spoon for once, so he laughed and complied and turned to nestle into her. She wrapped her arms and legs around and leaned her forehead between his shoulder blades. This was heaven.

After a while, she pulled back a bit, loosening her grip on him. His breathing had evened out so she assumed he had fallen asleep. She admired his back. The muscles moving with each breath, his shoulder blades poking out, his soft skin under her palms. She rubbed her index finger in circles around his spine and hoped he found it relaxing. He had a few adorable freckles tainting his skin and she traced them with her eyes. The dimples at the bottom of his spine invited her fingers to rest there and she breathed his scent in.

"I could stare at your back all day." She whispered, mostly to herself. It was true, he had a beautiful back.

"I would let you play with it all day." He whispered and she was taken aback. "I thought you fell asleep." Her hands still continued their movements, now lightly squeezing his waist. He turned in her arms and stared at her intently. He reached out his arm and wrapped it around her torso. "I like cherishing every moment I have with you."

She smiled softly at him and cupped his cheek, rubbing her thumb along his jaw. She kissed his forehead and brought his head down to her chest. He settled into her and practically lay atop her while she stroked his hair soothingly.

In the dim light of her reading lamp, she could see the strands of his hair. She remembered how it was longer when they were in college and how she used to stroke it when they laid on her couch. This wasn't much different at all.

"Oh, look at that," Alicia said cheekily as she held on to a strand of hair.

"What?" He asked in the tired voice she loved.

"There's a gray hair here." She tugged at his hair a bit and he winced. "You know I can't see it, right?" She laughed and handed him the hand mirror she kept on her side table.

He sat up and looked into it, angling it up to his hair and sticking the strands out. He spotted it.

"Oh, God."

He obsessively ran his hand through the rest of his hair, checking for more. Alicia just looked at him amused.

"Are you…okay?" She took the mirror from him and placed it back on the table. He paused for a bit before looking her in the eye. "I'm getting old, Leesh."

She laughed and shook her head. "Will, we're 44. Graying hair is bound to happen." He placed his head in his hands. "Don't say that!"

She tried to put on a more serious face for him – as hard as that was – and rubbed his back up and down soothingly.

"What am I gonna do?"

"Simple, you rock your one gray hair and get used to it. Everyone has it, Will. Nothing to be ashamed of." She patted his back and laid back on the bed again.

"You don't." He commented. Alicia just laughed. "What?"

"I do! I have more than you, in fact. I've been graying for a couple of years now! I dye my hair once a month." She whispered that last part and winked. Will looked down at her, shocked. "Really?" He leaned down and inspected her hair. "Looks natural." She chuckled. "Thank you. Took a while to get the shade right but we made it."

Will raised an eyebrow at her. "How are you not bothered by any of this? Not that you should be, but… you seem awfully at peace with it."

Alicia shrugged and took his hand in hers. "Will, I bared and raised two children. You never lose track of your age when you have kids. As they grow older, you become more aware of your own mortality. Zach is almost seventeen! An adult! What does that make me?" She smiled solemnly. "I'm just a middle-aged mother trying to build a career in law. You come to terms with it, Will. Just don't let it stop you from doing things you love."

He laid back next to her and cuddled close. "Age sure has made you wiser." She laughed. "It has. Maybe if you didn't live that bachelor lifestyle of yours you'd actually feel time passing."

"You say that like it''s a good thing." He smiled and squeezed her hip. She hummed. "You're right…looks like you're the one who's got it right here."

"No, you're the responsible one. Now that I think about it, I wouldn't mind growing old if I'm with the right person. Growing old and wrinkly with someone has an appeal to it."

Alicia paused to think about his words. Half her life she thought she'd grow old with Peter. They'd be old and gray and sit on their porch in Highland Park and host lunches for their grandchildren and all would be merry. How wrong she was. Now she didn't know what she'll do when she's old, and that terrified her. But…

The prospect of growing old with Will was inviting. Comforting. He wouldn't betray her, wouldn't step out on her. He'd hold her close until she's 80. And the fact that she wanted this life with him terrified her.

"Yeah. Growing old alone sounds lonely."

They sat in silence. It was nearing 2am but they didn't sleep, each lost in their own thoughts.

"I wouldn't mind growing old with you." Alicia smiled at him hesitantly, trying to read his thoughts. His face broke out in a grin. "I was thinking the same thing."

The fact that they were still in limbo about where their relationship stood didn't stop either from fantasizing about a future. One that was uncertain, unlikely, and hard to get. But it was fantasy. And it was almost achievable.

The prompt: Alicia playing with Will's hair and finds a grey hair. He has a midlife crisis.