Disclaimer: I don't own JoA

A.N: Yes, this is set in the future and sounds slightly happily ever after-ish. Trust me, THIS IS NOT THE END. It's actually very random that all the chapters were chronological to begin with. Soon I'm going to start going backwards as well as forwards.

At 7:23 in the morning, the sunlight began to dance in Luke Girardi's closed eyes. Slowly they opened, the room coming into focus as he lazily tensed and relaxed his muscles in a yawn.

'Mffff!' The deep breathing of the being curled into his side was disrupted by a low, sleep hazed sigh of reluctance as its Luke shaped pillow began to stir.

A grin spreading over his face, Luke observed the curtain of blonde hair that fell down his bare chest and the crinkled brow on the face of the head that rested on his shoulder. Even after two years of living together, waking up to Grace Polk within a few inches of him was still the most incredible feeling.

'Sleep… geek … bed … now...' Luke guessed there was some kind of sense to Grace's inaudible slumber tainted rants, but he had given up attempting to puzzle them out long ago. It invariably ended with him being hit over the head, fairly painless but unpleasant all the same.

He slumped across the bed, allowing her to settle her head back into the crook of his shoulder as he smoothed back the hair from her face. Grace wasn't perfect by any means. In fact she was almost impossible most of the time. And yet in so many different ways, she was so beautiful. She laughed and she cried; held on and let go; flew and crawled; hurt and comforted every single step of the way. He found out, and was still finding out every day, that she was just as weak and vulnerable as anybody else. She had faults and somehow, to Luke, that made her the most perfect thing he'd ever laid eyes on.

Craning his neck to read the glowing display of his alarm clock, Luke realised just how long he had been lying there. 'Grace?' He shook her arm lightly. 'Grace? You're gonna be late for work. Grace?'

'Mffff! I'll phone later.'

'No you won't. You are going to get up and go to work on time.'

'Make me.'

He climbed out of bed and went over to the CD rack on the other side of the room. It took him a few minutes to find the disk he was looking for. When he did he put it in the CD player on the window ledge and turned the volume up to the maximum possible.

Ha! Try and sleep through this Polk!

'Celebrate good times, come on!' Kool And The Gang flooded the bedroom.

'Geek?' Grace had risen to a sitting position.

'Yeah?' He smiled in triumph.

'Come here.'

I knew she'd love it.

She leaned over to the edge of the bed. 'Close your eyes.'

He did as he was told, leaning forward in anticipation of the imminent kiss…

Wham. His eyes jerked open as the pillow slammed over his head.

Grace gave him one more smack with the pillow before crawling back into bed. 'If you wouldn't mind turning the stupid music OFF, I'm going back to sleep now.'

'If I say no will you hit me again?'

'Yes.'

He turned the music off.