Adam and Tess were sitting in his apartment in Manhattan. They were in the living room reading the paper, which was sprawled out on the coffee table the couch where they were and the floor. Tess was trying to complete the crossword puzzle, her long brown hair was pilled on top of her head and her pen was in her mouth. She was wearing the camisole she had worn on their date last night and his pajama pants. Every few minutes Tess would look up and ask Adam a question.

Adam was pretending to read the sports section but instead he was just peering over the top edge and watching her try the puzzle. Her brow was knotted and her eyes were squinted. She was alternating between sipping her coffee and biting her bottom lip. The sight of her bed ragged, lip biting, frustrated as hell self and began to laugh.

"What in God's name are you laughing at?" Tess said accusingly, peering at him over her glasses' rims from her position sitting on his feet.

"You," he said as he leaned forward and pulled her to his lap and kissing her, knowing that that would immediately change her mood.

"I love being here with you," she said pulling away slightly and looking in to his eyes

"I love you being here with me too," he smiled at her. He flashed that knee melting, heart racing, and vision blurring kind of smile.

"Adam, I have to tell you something," she said nervously.

As she looked at him worry crossed his eyes. Was she pregnant? They were always so careful. Was she sick? She hadn't been to the doctor recently. Was it her parents? Her roommate?

"What?"

"I can't go to your coach's wedding with you."

"Oh thank God," he said breathing a sigh of relief

"Excuse me?" she said accusingly.

"I'm sorry I just thought it was something worse, much worse. Why can't you come with me?"

"My Aunt Katherine is getting married that same weekend, and she asked me to be a bridesmaid."

"Oh, where is the wedding?"

"It's in Minneapolis," Tess said standing up and walking with her coffee cup into the kitchen.

"So you can still come there with me but just not to the wedding, right?" Adam said getting up and following her, as he came up behind her at the sink where she was rinsing her cup out, he loops his arm around her waist and kisses her neck.

"Yeah, but you won't have a date to the wedding," she said stressing wedding. She pulls away from him and begins walking out of the kitchen and toward his bedroom.

"That's fine as long as I get to show you off to my friends before hand I'll be fine."

"Yeah I get to play trophy girlfriend to all of your childhood friends," she said with biting sarcasm. "What time is it?"

"Four in the afternoon," he said looking at his watch.

"I have to go we're supposed to meet my mom and Roger at 6." She leans in and kisses him as she picks her black skirt off his bedroom floor.

"Can't you just shower and stuff here?" he asked not wanting her to leave.

"Only if you give me a shirt to wear, Mom saw me yesterday before I left."

"Fine you go get ready and I will iron everything."

"I knew there was a reason I loved you," she said wrapping her arms around his neck.

"What is that?" he retorted kissing her gently on the lips as his arms wrapped around her waist.

"You're a good manservant," she said with a smile as she pulled away from him and walked toward the bathroom off the master suite.

"Damn straight!" Adam retorted laughing