This is their honeymoon. They don't have much money, and haven't lived together yet, so they decided to spend their first two weeks alone together in their new apartment.

"Good morning, snowflake," Rizzo said as Krista blinked open her eyes.

"How do you always wake up before me?" she asked sleepily, turning over to face him.

"All those nights closing the bar turned you into a late sleeper, I guess," he replied, kissing her.

She looked over at the clock on the nightstand. "It isn't even that late..."

"Well," he said smiling and kissing her again, "maybe it's just because I like to watch you sleep." He brushed a hand over her cheek. "You look so peaceful..."

She smiled and cuddled up closer to him, resting her head on his chest. "What a teddy bear I married."

He laughed and kissed the top of her head. "You bring it out in me," he told her, stroking her hair.

She propped herself up on her elbows. "Then who was I with on our wedding night?" she asked grinning. "'Cause he was more like a grizzly bear."

Rizzo blushed a little. "I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me..."

She laughed and kissed him. "I didn't say it was a bad thing."

"Yeah?" He wrapped his arms around her and rolled her over so that she was underneath him. "Should we see if he's still around?"

She giggled as he kissed her passionately. "Oh, there he is..."

His hand ran down the side of her body and hers slid across his back. His lips moved to her hair, her cheek, and down her neck...

The phone rang.

"Why does that always happen?" he asked, burrying his face in her shoulder.

She laughed a little, but she shared his frustration. Friends and family had been calling since the wedding to offer congratulations, but always seemed to call at the most inopportune times.

Rizzo reached over to the nightstand and picked up the phone. "Hello?" He kissed her while he listened to the other party, but stopped after a moment and sat up.

"Yes I'm still interested," Krista heard him say. She slid quietly out of bed, kissing her husband on the cheek, and went to find something to eat in the kitchen.

He came out of the bedroom a few minutes later smiling again.

"Who was that?" Krista asked, pouring pancake batter into a frying pan.

"That," he said, wrapping his arms around her, "was the principal at school. You know how the PE teacher retired?"

"Mmhmm..."

"And I put in an application for the opening..."

"Yeah..." she put the pancake batter down and turned in his arms.

"I got an interview!"

"Oh, honey, that's great!" She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him excitedly. "When is it?"

"Day after tomorrow," he said cautiously, wondering how she would react to that bit of news. They had promised to spend the entire two weeks alone together.

"Right in the middle of our honeymoon," she said, frowning a little. "Well, I guess you can't really tell them no can you?" she said, smiling again.

He kissed her, relieved that she wasn't upset. "You know if it was the other way around, and you had the interview..."

"You'd be trying to help me pick out clothes to wear," she laughed. "Sweetheart, you have to go...if you get this job..."

Rizzo's face lit up. "Then we can start house-hunting." He kissed her, more gently this time. "And we can start thinking about a family..."

The morning of the interview Rizzo was a nervous wreck. He couldn't stand still to brush his teeth, and kept putting things down and forgetting where he left them. It took him fifteen minutes just to find his watch. His hands were even shaking, so badly that Krista had to help him with the buttons on his shirt.

"You're going to be just fine," she told him, helping him with his tie. "You're interviewing with a principal you already work for, you're totally qualified for this job, and you're perfect for it." She finished the tie, and ran her hands over his chest. "And you look so hot…"

Her comment had the desired effect, making Rizzo laugh a little. He slid his arms around his wife and kissed her softly. "Thanks sweetie." He sighed. "I'm just not used to being this nervous. Even when I was playing hockey I didn't get this edgy."

"You were pretty anxious on our wedding day," she said, smiling.

He smiled too. "Yeah, but as soon as you took my hand at the altar, I was fine."

"I could hold your hand through the interview…"

He laughed again, glad she was there with him. She always helped him relax when he was anxious. "I think it'll be enough if you're here waiting for me when I get back."

"That I can promise," she said kissing him. "Now hurry up or you're going to be late!"

He kissed her one last time and headed out the door. When he returned a few hours later he was much calmer.

"So how did it go?" Krista asked as he walked into the living room.

"I don't know," he answered, sitting down beside her on the couch. "I guess it went okay. He asked me lots of questions, and I just tried to answer them as best I could."

"That's all you can do, right?" She took his arm and placed it around her shoulders, leaning her head against his chest.

"Yeah."

"So what are we going to do for the rest of the day?" she asked, playing with his tie.

He was still thinking about the interview and didn't catch the tone of her voice. "I don't know honey…we still have to unpack a few things…"

She lifted her head and turned toward him, loosening the knot in the tie and rubbing the back of his neck. "Unpacking is pretty boring…isn't there something else we can do?"

He thought for a minute, still distracted. "Um, I guess we could go look for that new bookcase we were going to get…"

She laughed a little as she raised herself up on her knees, kissing his neck and nibbling on his earlobe. "How 'bout we pick up where we left off last night?"

He finally got the hint and smiled broadly. "Ohhhh…"

Her hands had managed to undo the tie and were now working on the buttons of his shirt. His arms went around her and he kissed her deeply, a very slow, intense kiss. When they drew apart, she sighed happily.

"I love it when you kiss me like that," she told him, her eyes still half closed.

"I know some other things you like…" he grinned, laying her down.

Once again, the phone interrupted them.

"No…don't answer it," Krista implored him, clinging to his shoulders.

"You know what will happen if it's one of our nosy relatives and we don't answer," he said, rising from the couch and heading into the kitchen where the nearest extension was.

Krista sighed again, this time more heavily. She knew that if they didn't answer a family member's call, someone would be knocking on their door within the hour for a visit. It was actually easier to just take the call.

"Hello?" Rizzo said, picking up the phone. "Yes, this is Mike…"

Krista couldn't lay still, so she got up off the couch and headed into the bedroom to do some unpacking. She could hear bits and pieces of the conversation in the kitchen, but didn't want to evesdrop, so she opened the door of the closet and immersed herself in boxes, daydreaming about her husband. A few minutes later, he found her arranging things on the shelf with a silly smile on her face.

"Whatchya doin'?" he asked sliding his arms around her waist.

"Unpacking…who was on the phone?"

"Jason."

"Jason, the principal at school?"

He nodded.

"Well?" she prodded, turning around.

He tried vainly to keep a straight face before answering, "Well…do we want to live in a one-story house or a two-story?" he asked grinning.

"What!"

"I got the job!"

For the second time that week she threw her arms around him and kissed him gleefully. "That's fantastic!" she told him. "I'm so proud of you!"

He laughed and kissed her again. "He said he went through the other interviews and didn't find anyone else who would do the job as well as I would."

"Of course he didn't. I've seen you with your hockey players…you're great with them, and a wonderful teacher. Jason knows that." She ran her fingers through his hair, and the silly smile returned.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, knowing that smile.

"I was thinking of ways we could celebrate," she said sheepishly.

"Anything in particular you want to do?"

She grinned. "Well…"