Brooke woke in the most comfortable double bed she had ever know. She turned over, expecting to see her new husband next to her, but the bed was empty, there was a slight warmth so she knew he hadn't been gone for long. She got up, still slightly dazed from the previous day, and nights, events. She found her ligerie sprawled across the floor, along with one of his shirts and pulled it over herself. It still smelt of him. She made her way up the spiral staircase back into the open-plan living area. A smile spread across Brooke's face as she saw Jim cooking in that seemingly untouched kitchen.
"Good morning," he said with a smirk, "someone seems at home already."
She blushed, seeing that he was fully clothed in yet another designer suit and tugged the hem of the shirt. "Well, my only clothes seemed to be up here." She said, glancing across to her wedding dress, slung across one of the leather sofa's from last night. He left the sizzling pan, stalking over to her, and planted a chaste kiss on her forehead.
"It looks so much better on you darling." He whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Seb will be here with some of your stuff soon." He added as he went back to the pan, turning the sausages before they burnt. "It'll be ready in a jiffy."
Brooke smiled, taking up residence on a bar stool, watching her husband run to the toaster as it popped. The simple domesticity of the situation made her feel all the more at ease, she had almost forgotten the reason behind their marriage. That was until the lift door opened with a ping. Out came a rather disheveled looking Sebastien.
"Oi, oi" he said happily, sauntering into the living room, "got you some clothes for the…" he stopped mid flow seeing Brooke, dressed in a two hundred pound shirt, sat at the breakfast bar. "Oh, hi Brooke." He stuttered awkwardly.
"Morning Seb," Brooke chirped cheerily, seeming to gain momentum from the larger boys floundering. "Jim's making breakfast."
"Don't get used to it." Jim shot across the room. "Darling, you should probably get dressed, I think you're making poor Sebastien uncomfortable."
Brooke laughed, took the duffel bag from the still dazed army boy and went downstairs to get showered and dressed for the day.
She returned upstairs to a plate of hot food and the papers Aiden had given her to look over, a flicker of disappointment passed over her but she pushed it aside, turning her attention to the work at hand. There was a lot of it. She worked her way through the legal jargon, making a mental note of the names of Aiden's associates, learning as much as she could about the business he dealt in.
After a couple of hours Brooke's stomach growled angrily, she had completely forgotten about the food in front of her, it had long gone cold but she didn't mind. She took it in one hand, casually eating as she re-read the papers for the final time.
The lawyer-to-be was finally finished, and just in time, her shift in the cafe was to start in an hour and she was the other side of town.
A/N Sorry about the short chapter, but it seemed like a good place to end this before the next one starts. That and I couldn't resist a bit more fluff before things get serious, sorry, not sorry!