Disclaimer: The drabbles are mine, the idea isn't. If you can't figure it out from the summary, the challenge was up on Ars Amatoria. Oh, and I don't own the Power Rangers.

Mz. Daydream: They've been married for 25 years.

Ashley Hammond/Astro Yellow: Here's more. This is lots of fun!

Mel: I'm switching POV every chapter. :P The easiest way to remember is if it's odd, "I" is Andros, and if it's even, "I" is Ashley.

Jenny: I think 43. Don't worry, they had some stripey babies, and they'll show up. And as soon as you're done reading, GO WRITE! AND POST:D

Dawn

We must have fallen asleep again, for the next thing I know, the morning sunshine is streaming in through the curtains. Andros is still holding me close to him, the expression on his face so peaceful I almost don't dare move for fear of disturbing him. I ease myself away from the warmth of his body, slowly pushing myself up until I'm sitting, but Andros doesn't so much as twitch as I climb out of bed.

I stop and turn back to him as I reach the balcony doors, unable to resist glancing at him just once more. The only time he's cuter than when he's asleep is when he's embarrassed and trying to hide it. I'm not entirely sure how I manage to tear my eyes off of him, but somehow, I do, and I step onto our balcony as quietly as I can.

Really, it's not so much a balcony as a corner that the builders forgot to put a roof on, but as long as I have the room to sit and watch the sunrise, I don't care how small it is. I settle myself comfortably in a lawn chair, feeling a slight dampness to the cushion I'd left there ages ago. It's still early enough in the morning for all the leaves and blades of grass to still be covered with dew, but I know that everything will be dry in an hour or two.

Birds chirp their quiet songs as I stare out at the horizon, watching the pale sky in the east slowly tinge pink and then a brilliant, flaming orange. There's only one thing that can make this sight truly perfect, and it's not a moment later that I smile to myself. I don't need to turn around to know he's there.

"Mind if I join you?" he asks quietly.

"Of course you can, silly," I tell him without turning away from the brilliant sunrise. "C'mon. Sit down."

I hear his feet pad quietly against the floorboards as he walks the few steps to my side. I expect him to take the second chair, just inches from the one I sit in, but instead, he grabs my hand and tugs gently. I laugh and let him pull me out of the chair, giving him just enough time to sit before I join him. I sit in his lap and curl up against him as best the chair allows me to and sigh contentedly.

"Do you remember," I ask suddenly, "how we used to watch the sunrise on the Megaship?"

He chuckles quietly, and I know what he's about to say. "We didn't do anything," he insists, stroking my hair with the hand not resting on my waist. "I was on the Observatory for some peace and quiet, and then you had to come ruin that!"

"You'd think you'd have found a new hiding place after the first week," I retort, tucking my head under his chin as I add, "I'm glad you didn't."

"So am I," he agrees, kissing the back of my head. "You have no idea how glad."

He wraps both his arms completely around me then, and we fall silent, happy to simply hold each other as a new day breaks.