It wasn't like anything she had ever experienced. As a matter of fact, they had made love all night long and she wasn't a bit sleepy. Her heart had never felt so full. Amy stopped staring at the ceiling and looked at Bruce. He slept so peacefully next to her. She followed the lines on his face as if she were trying to memorize each intricate detail.

Her mind drifted as she gazed at him. She hadn't had a weekend like this since before Lauren's birth. Amy had a new perspective of life; it was possible to find someone that completes you. That loves you unconditionally and is everything you need. She wasn't unrealistic either; she knew that nothing was perfect and there maybe trouble ahead. Yet, she was confident that together they could get through whatever life tossed at them. Just as they had done all these years working together. And there was going to be trouble ahead. There was always something raining on her parade.

Amy thought about working at the courthouse. It didn't make sense for Bruce to transfer out of her courtroom if he was leaving as soon as he found work in child psychology. It was sweet of him to offer, but she knew it was selfish to ask him to do that. It would be well worth the wait when he did finally work outside the courthouse. Amy knew it was going to be extremely difficult to wait. She reached over and caressed the side of his face.

Why wait? What were they so afraid of? There shouldn't be any reason for anyone to keep tabs on their private lives. She and Bruce could keep things professional at work, but be themselves outside of the courtroom. –Well they could be themselves somewhere private. It dawned on Amy that some time would have to pass before she and Bruce could be together freely. She didn't let that get her down; they would eventually be together and that was all that mattered.

Those words reminded her of something, "eventually be together"... David! What about David? It seemed as if David were a lifetime ago. Amy found it difficult to believe that just Friday morning; she was devastated over how he neglected her. She didn't feel anything for him now. Now she had Bruce. Amy felt a tinge of guilt. David wasn't a bad person, but he just wasn't the right man for her. She wouldn't come to terms with that fact because the alternative was worse: to have no one in her life.

Suddenly words from long ago echoed in her head; "You're afraid to be alone." Words Maxine had said to her in anger and never had been discussed. Why did they come to mind now? Amy became angry: she had been alone. She had been alone for so long with Michael and a long time after she left him. Amy wondered why it was that she had spent the last 5 years jumping from man to man. Did she really love Bruce or love that he felt the way he did about her?

How could she question her feelings about him?! Every time Bruce wasn't around, it profoundly affected Amy. She always had a connection with him that went beyond co-worker and friend. It was obvious that the 'connection' was love. There wasn't anything that one would go through without the other one there. All the times that Bruce was there for her flashed through her mind. How strange it was to doubt her feelings for him. She recognized where the feelings of doubt stemmed from; it was difficult to accept that she had actually found the right man. Amy had been lonely and miserable for so long that the possibility of finding happiness was surreal. She recognized that she had been desperately searching for the right man. It drove her to jump from man to man, to almost marry the wrong man. Maybe Maxine wasn't wrong; Amy was terrified of being alone. Even more terrifying than that was the possibility that she would never find her Prince Charming.

As childish as that sounded, Amy did dream that she would live happily ever after. It wasn't a dream of living like Ozzie and Harriet. Her dream was that a man would consider her the love of his life. That he never had loved someone the way he loved her. Sure, many men told Amy that they loved her, but the words carried no weight. None of them sacrificed anything for her. Many gave up as easily she did –further proof that it wasn't the love she was looking for.

Now here is Bruce: Here was a man who never let anyone in, never left himself vulnerable, a man who held himself to high standards... admitting he loved her. He sacrificed his ideals because he could no longer deny his feelings. He told her what she had been longing to hear all her life: she was the center of his universe. He was all she's ever dreamed of. Amy had profound feelings for Bruce; she had no doubt that she loved him. A big smile appeared on Amy's face. She finally found happiness. She rolled toward Bruce.

She slid closer to him slowly. He was on his stomach. Amy gradually slipped herself under him. He was waking as she intertwined her legs with his and began kissing his face. Bruce started to wake up.

"Mmmm. Hey... I don't know if I can keep up with you," he said sleepily with a hint of sarcasm.

He raised his head slightly and they started kissing passionately. She had slid herself completely under him and held him tightly. Bruce broke away from the kiss to catch his breath. They gazed in each others eyes briefly before Amy pulled him back down. She started kissing down his neck slowly.

"Amy we need to... baby when... uhmm... mmm..."

Bruce couldn't get his thoughts or his words together. Amy was moving down his body, eventually putting him on his back. She decided it was her turn to worship him. It was something he wasn't accustomed to. He was almost embarrassed. Almost... it felt too good to stop her. Amy never had a love making session as she had had with Bruce. If anyone was deserving of her undivided attention, he was. Not since her college days with Michael, had Amy desired to explore and bring pleasure to another man's body. This was a first in a long time for both of them.

They eventually made love again with as much intensity, if not more than their first time together. Amy's 'exercise in giving' ignited a fiery passion in Bruce. As morning arose, the couple sequentially erupted in the spoils of venery. They held each other tight, Amy on Bruce, sweating heavily and gasping for breath. She slid off of him and they laid side by side, both staring at the ceiling. Bruce turned his head to look at Amy. Her hair clung to her face from the sweat. He rolled to his side, and propped up his head with his hand to face her. He used his free hand to move her hair out of her face.

"You're incredible. Absolutely incredible," Bruce said in an almost whisper before leaning over and kissing Amy softly.

Amy looked toward Bruce when he rolled toward her. She had an enormous smile on her face.

"You're not so bad yourself," she teased as she also rolled to her side and propped up her head to face him.

"Nothing is ever going to be like it was before. You realize that Amy? I cant imagine going back to the way things were before. I cant imagine being without you. I don't think I've ever felt the way I feel now about anyone. Not Mia. Not anyone."

His eyes told her that he spoke the truth. Amy met his eyes with the same seriousness.

"Well that evens things out... because I've known for some time that I cant live without you," Amy said before pulling him in for a kiss.

They kissed tenderly and held each other as they fell asleep. The hours passed as they slept soundly. They were awakened by the ringing of Bruce's cell phone. He had been holding Amy in front of him. He rolled off the bed and slipped into his boxers before darting into the living room for the phone. The ringing stopped before he could answer the call. Bruce checked for the number that the call was from. It was Winnie. He checked the time on the phone; it was 3pm. He returned the call.

"Hello"

"Hey Winnie. I couldn't get the phone in time. Sorry. Is everything ok?"

Bruce started to pace in the living room.

"Yeah everything is fine. Rebecca and I were just wondering what time you needed her ready by."

He stopped pacing and faced the sofa.

"Is seven too late?"

"That's fine. Do you need her to stay later? I don't mind. I'm happy to help you stay the hell away from Mia. Just say the word."

"Winnie, don't say that in front of Rebecca. She's still her mother and you can damage her self-esteem saying things like that."

"Calm down Bruce! Becca is watching a movie in the living room. I answered the phone in my bedroom. Mia's always going to be her mother so I would never say anything bad in front of her. Give me a little credit Bruce. Seriously, we're having fun. Its been a while since I've been able to spend time with Rebecca. We're catching up on things... and trying to figure out who you could be with. So don't hurry back. Take your time."

"Winnie, don't talk about my love life with Rebecca... Look, I'll pick her up at eight. Ok?"

Amy walked in to the living room, unnoticed by Bruce.

"You know Bruce, Rebecca is the one who figured that there is someone new in your life. I didn't say a word. I've only been entertaining her ideas. She isn't a little girl anymore. She can tell that you aren't expecting Mia back anymore and figured you must have someone new to spend the weekend with. She's really excited about it Bruce. Your daughter is ready to move on with you. Think about that, will you?"

"I will... thanks Winnie. It seems like my baby sister has some wisdom to share with her big brother. You'll both meet the new woman in my life soon enough, I promise. I'll see you both tonight. I love you sis."

"Oooh! Are you bringing her tonight?!"

"Goodbye Winifred."

"Love you too Bruce."

Bruce closed his cell phone and chuckled at his sister's exuberance. He turned around to find Amy standing in her old t-shirt and shorts from last night against the wall behind him. She looked at him curiously.

"Uhm... that was Winnie wondering when I was coming to get Rebecca."

"I kinda got that," she said as she walked to him and put her arms around him.

Amy was dying to find out if Bruce was actually going to tell his sister and daughter about them. She decided it was best to leave the topic alone.

"Its three o'clock," he said swaying slowly side to side with Amy in his arms.

"Is it? ... We overslept huh?"

"A little. It was much needed rest," Bruce replied with a big grin.

"You look really sexy in your boxers," Amy said through a playful smile as she slid her hands down to his derrière.

"Now woman, that's enough! I'm a man, not a machine damn it," he chuckled.

Amy laughed and rested her head on his chest as she brought her arms up around his torso to hug him. Bruce wrapped one arm around her and held her head to his chest with his other hand. They were still slightly swaying side to side.

"C'mon, lets get something to eat. We have to clean up and get on the road soon enough," Bruce said as he kissed the top of Amy's head.

They quit swaying and Amy looked up at Bruce.

"Will you shower with me?" she pleaded.

Bruce had a look of semi-protest on. Amy tried to further her cause.

"Oh c'mon, we both need to and it saves water."

"Amy, I need to pick up Rebecca by eight and I still have to return the Navigator. Are we going to get all the things we need to get done if we shower together?"

She could see that his lips said one thing, but his eyes were saying something else. Could it be that Bruce was caving? The true power of 'woman' was at work.

"I think we have time for a shower. We were just all sweaty. It doesn't have to be extravagant; just take care of the essentials," she spoke seductively.

Her hands slid around the waistband of his boxers and she ran her fingers back and forth. Bruce rolled his eyes and dropped his hands to his side.

"I cant do essentials with you yet! I'm still very addicted to all of you. Something quick isn't going to work now."

She didn't want to be selfish and push the issue. There was no reason for her to pout; he had already given her an unforgettable experience. So she decided to be playful instead.

"Alright," Amy responded in sing-song as she snapped the waistband from his boxers and ran.

Bruce let out a yelp then ran after her. He grabbed Amy playfully and picked her up. She tried to fight him off but it was no use. She was overpowered and laughing hysterically at him. He had a terribly fake scowl on as he yelled at her.

"No you didn't! After the all the attention I gave you last night; you're going to snap my shorts? You've lost your mind!" he exclaimed as he started swinging her around.

Amy was able to finally stop laughing long enough to antagonize him further.

"You are such a stick in the mud! Let go of me. We don't have time for this –you have a schedule to keep," she said flippantly.

"I'm going to show you stick in the mud alright. You want a shower –I'm going to give you one."

Amy was light-heartedly screaming again as Bruce ran to the bathroom with her in his arms. She tried furiously to get out of his grip but couldn't, even when he held her with one arm. He turned on the water and grabbed Amy back up in both arms before getting in the shower.

"No!... Stop!... Not with my clothes on!... I am going to get you so bad!.." she kept laughing as she spoke.

He was now laughing and finally released her. Amy was scowling with her brow but couldn't conceal the huge smile on her face. She pulled her hair up and back out of her face. It was entertaining to see Bruce's playful side. She grabbed his arms as if to wrestle and suddenly noticed a familiar look in his eyes.

His eyes also weren't focused on hers: they were going up and down her body. She realized that she was now wearing a wet white t-shirt and it wasn't leaving anything to the imagination. Amy pulled him to her and began to kiss him. Bruce may have kept a tight ship in the courtroom but Amy was ruling the roost in the cabin. The shower was over an hour and a half later.

Bruce had to make a dash for towels.

"Where are they again?" he asked as went into the bedroom and looked around.

"I don't remember but we each had one last night."

He found Amy's and went to the living room for his. Bruce took a look at his cell phone before he wrapped his towel around him and darted back to the bathroom.

"It's a quarter to five. You're killing me woman," he said in a flustered voice as he handed her a towel.

"Don't be mad. Who knows when we're going to be together again? It was memorable, wasn't it?" she asked meagerly.

She was drying herself as she responded. He had left out of the bathroom to get his clothes. Amy wrapped her hair in the towel and ran to the bedroom to get dressed. Bruce came into the bedroom with his clothes in hand and towel still wrapped around his waist. Her glistening naked body caught his eye as she was toiling through her luggage for clothes. Amy quickly noticed Bruce staring at her when she stood up.

"What?" she asked playfully, knowing full well he was looking at her body.

"You're beautiful. I cant help it," he gave her a big grin and began getting dressed.

"I really like you like this. I almost feel like a teenager again..." Amy said as she began dressing.

"... My boyfriend is a hottie," she said in an adolescent fashion which made them both laugh.

"I'm starving. Is there anything to eat?" Bruce asked as he finished dressing.

Amy was half dressed and fussing with her hair.

"I bought some stuff for sandwiches. We can make some and take them with us to save time," she answered.

"Sounds good. I'll make them. What do you like on your sandwich?"

"Everything I bought; I'll eat. I'm almost finished. I'll clean up the cabin when I'm done. Can you load up the suitcases if you are done with the sandwiches before I'm done with the cabin?" Amy said as she hurried over to Bruce and pecked him on the cheek.

"Ok. We'll be good if we get out by six," he said as he rushed out to the kitchen.

The sandwiches were made and the cabin was straightened up with one minute to spare. With the knowledge that it was being used frequently, Amy didn't leave it in the state it she originally wanted to do for Lollie. Bruce noticed her looking around as he was heading to the vehicle with their bags.

"Memorable time wasn't it?" he asked as he headed out the door.

"Unforgettable," she replied and looked at him lovingly.

Bruce was put the luggage in the vehicle. Amy had grabbed the sandwiches and orange juice as she headed out. She locked the door and slipped the key in the front lantern. Bruce saw her and headed to open the car door for her.

"Mam," he said as he opened the door and helped her in.

"Thank you kind sir," Amy said playfully sarcastic.

He closed her door and ran around to the driver side. Bruce took one last look around. He couldn't believe that they only spent two days and nights there. It couldn't have been a better time. He jumped in the vehicle and they began the drive back to Hartford.