When Tony woke up, Michelle wasn't in bed with him. He got out of bed and grabbed the t-shirt that he had forgotten the night before. He wandered groggily down the hallway, wondering where Michelle had gone. He heard a pot drop to the floor in the kitchen.

"Shit!" a woman yelled.

'Yup, that's her.' Tony thought. He laughed to himself as he turned the corner. Michelle looked up as he came through the door. Tony raised his eyebrows and Michelle giggled.

"I never have been able to cook." She explained, picking the pot up off the floor. Tony walked over and came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his hands on her stomach. She laid her head on his shoulder, turning it so she could see his face.

"Good morning." He greeted softly.

"Good morning."

She leaned up and gave him a kiss, before he asked, "What are you doing?" He chuckled, placing his chin on her shoulder.

"Well, I was going to cook breakfast, but I turn everything into a disaster." She laughed, washing the pot out. He spun her around, startling her.

"No you don't." he comforted, leaning in to kiss her again. She happily kissed him back, intertwining her fingers behind his head. It was amazing how great this man made her feel about herself, how safe and secure she felt, standing there in front of the sink, his arms around her. He pulled away, looking down at her outfit, the same clothes she fell asleep in yesterday. "Those clothes," he complained, kissing her forehead and laughing. She looked down at her appearance, and laughed as well.

"I didn't have anything to change into." She explained. Tony pulled away, opening a cupboard. He pulled out a box of cereal and two bowls. "Perfect." She whispered, her eyes still laughing. Tony put the stuff on the counter and walked over to the fridge, while Michelle poured the cereal and grabbed some spoons. Tony poured the milk, and they sat on the counter together, eating happily.

Michelle stared at the floor, deep in thought. Tony looked at her face, concern in his eyes. She was splitting her attention again. "Sweetheart," he whispered. "What is it?" Michelle smiled meekly, looking at her cereal.

"I can't help but think that this is all a dream, and when I wake up you'll be gone." She giggled sadly, looking up at him slowly.

"Hey," he consoled, "I'm not going anywhere." Michelle nodded, and continued eating her breakfast.