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Lizzie tugged her favorite pair of jeans from the hanger. Tossing them over her shoulder, she selected a red, flare sleeved shirt then carried her selections to the mirror. She liked the change, instead of the black dress pants she'd worn. Now, the outfit looked nice, but still casual.

"What are you doing, honey?" David asked as he came into the bedroom.

Lizzie looked at his reflection in the mirror then nodded towards the clothes she was wearing, blue flannel pajamas. "I can't really wear this out tonight."'

He walked over and slid his arms around her waist. "I think you look great."

Lizzie grinned and shook her head. "We've already discussed your bad taste in clothes."

He made a face as he reached past her and grabbed a blue shirt.

Lizzie cocked her head to the side as she watched him slip the shirt over his arms then rotate his shoulders so it sat properly. He watched his own fingers as he pulled the shirt together and worked the tiny buttons into the holes.

Lizzie's fingers danced over his collection of ties until she found a dark blue one that would offset the shirt. Her bare feet padded across the floor, then she reached up and draped it around his neck.

"I thought moving to Hillridge would keep you home more," she said, not looking up at him.

David tilted his head back as she adjusted the tie. "I still have meetings, there're talk of trying to get the show to the West Coast, so I'm trying to see what connections I can make."

Lizzie tried to hide her disappointment as she slid her hands over his chest. She looked up at him and nodded. She bit her bottom lip to prevent the large sigh from sliding past her lips. They'd been in Hillridge a total of two weeks and had yet to go see her parents together. She'd stopped by and seen her mom, but they'd talked about having a family dinner, inviting Matt and his latest fling. Since she'd hadn't seen anybody in a long time, she'd been looking forward to it, but the first week and a half was occupied with settling in and unpacking. Now, he was rushing off to meetings every day.

"Hey," his whispered softly, his finger gently turned her head up to look at her. His blue eyes searched her face. "What's wrong?"

Lizzie dropped her eyes to the floor to the left of then and leaned her head away from his hand. "I just want us to go see Mom and Dad, and you haven't even stopped by to see your parents yet. Your mom wants to see you."

David ran a hand through his curly hair as he leaned down and light kissed her lips. "Once things settle down a bit honey. Our parents understand that we just got here and we have to settle in. But I promise, when I get home, we'll decide when to go see them."

Lizzie nodded as he grabbed his jacket. She followed him to the door to lock it behind him. With another kiss on her cheek, he was out the door.

Lizzie reached for the chain lock when the door suddenly flung open again, she hardly had time to jump out of the way.

"Lizzie, I'm sorry!" He exclaimed, sitting his briefcase down the floor. Her pulled her into his arms, and pressed his lips to her forehead. "Are you all right?"

She smiled, enjoying the feel of his arms around her and his concern. "I'm fine," she assured him.

"I completely forgot to tell you about this, but my contact in New York is in town for a couple of days. And I said that we could have dinner here tonight about six thirty, is that okay?"

Lizzie stared at her husband. He'd invited someone over tonight, and in less than seven hours, she would have to have a wonderful dinner prepared to impress. "Yeah, that's good."

He kissed the top of her head again. "I know how much you hate to cook, so why don't you just order something in," he suggested. Even though it was his suggestion, she knew immediately from his tone that he wanted her to cook.

She plastered a smile on her face and nodded. "You'll have a feast tonight."