After reacquainting themselves once again, Tony stretched his arms up above his head and exclaimed, I'm starving, what do you think about some breakfast, I'll cook us up something special, like...what do you say, chocolate chip,"

"Pancakes with whipped cream," Angela interjected with child-like excitement.

"Yes, chocolate chip pancakes with extra whipped cream, just for you!" He smiled. "Uhhhhh whipped cream, why didn't I think of that earlier? "He grinned with a devilish smirk. "I'll have to remember that next time." He raised his eyebrow flirtatiously.

"Hummmm, that sounds interesting." She grinned. "Can't wait!"

Tony once again slipped his dress pants on while Angela chose to wear his white muscle shirt that he often wore under his dress shirts and a pair of shorts for their casual and intimate breakfast for two.

Quickly cleaning up the remains of their unsuccessful cake baking attempt, Tony busied himself with breakfast as Angela quickly checked her answering service at the agency in the event of a missed emergency or issue.

"It smells DE-LI-CIOUS," she emphasized as she walked into the kitchen.

"And you look DE-LI-CIOUS," he winked as he leaned in to kiss her lips when she approached the stove. "Hungry?"

"Starving!"

"Good, cuz I've made plenty! Coffee?"

"Yes please, and juice?"

"Of course!" He already had it poured and ready for her.

They sat closely as they devoured 3 stacks of pancakes smothered with chocolate chips and whipped cream.

"Oh my gosh, I think I'm going to explode," Angela grabbed her stomach and exhaled a deep breath.

"Me too," Tony leaned back and unbuttoned his pants. "I didn't realize what an appetite I worked up." He grinned.

Giggling, Angela replied, "I know right!" Leaning in and capturing his lips for a soft kiss.

"Tony," Angela's eyes glowed. "Thank you for such an amazing weekend. I don't think I can ever express how grateful I am for everything you did to make this special for me, for us. It was perfect, a fairytale come true and I love you so much."

"Awww sweetheart, you have made me the happiest man in the world, and I think you already expressed a few times how grateful you are," he smirked. I wouldn't have wanted to do it for anyone else or any other way. This has been the most incredible last two days and I love you too, very much! So much it scares me sometimes." He reached over and grabbed her hand. "I never thought we would end up like this and it would feel so good, so right, so natural, like it was always meant to be, you and me."

"You've always had a way to make me feel like the most special woman in the world, Tony. My second prom, the way you supported me and pushed me to open my own agency, how you've always been there for me with each trial and tribulation, defending me, protecting me, loving me, even when I didn't love myself. I can't imagine what my life would have been like without you."

"Thankfully, we'll never need to find out cuz you're stuck with me kiddo." He leaned in and kissed her cheek tenderly. "You're my best friend, the love of my life and now, wow, now the woman with who I don't know how I will make it through the night without my arms around. This isn't going to be easy Angela; I really don't know how I'm going to handle it." He choked up.

"Tony," caressing his cheek with her hand, "We control this, nobody else. I know this means a lot to you, so it'll be okay. We'll make it work, somehow. What I never want, is for you to have any regrets or concerns or feel ill-at-easy about our relationship. When you're ready, we'll take that step. I know it won't be easy, but I love you enough to understand your feelings and support your decision. "But," she bit her bottom lip and raised her eyebrow," If you decided to forget the whole idea, I would support that too." She grinned.

"I'll tell you what I would like for you to support," a mischievous look plastered on his face, "How about a little reacquaintance again before we have to become just friends again? You know, one for the road," He quipped.

"Ummmm, I think I like your idea Mr. Micelli. How about I go upstairs, you pretend you don't know I'm home and let's see what surprise awaits when you find out I came home early from work?"

"Ms. Bower, I think I might like being your housekeeper. Make sure you come home early often to catch me doing my chores."

"There's only one chore I'm interested in making sure you do thoroughly and consistently."

"Oh ya, and what might that be?"

"Why don't you clean up the kitchen, come upstairs and find out!"

"Marone a mi," yes ma'am, I promise to be thorough and efficient."

"I have no doubt!"

With that, she leaned in, passionately kissed him, and existed the kitchen leaving him bewildered and excited.

Hastily cleaning up the dishes from their morning breakfast, Tony did a quick glance around the room to make sure everything was in order and quickly flew up the stairs to find Angela.

As he turned the corner of the hallway towards her room, the door was closed. "Hummm, that's odd." He thought. "Maybe she's not ready for me."

He knocked. No answer. "Angela, you in there?" Still no reply. "Okay, ready or not, here I come." He took the door handle and opened the door slowly. The room was empty. "Angela, are you in here." Still nothing. "Okay, hide and seek I guess, kind of like show and tell," he giggled as he walked in and looked around. "Oh wait, she's not home, that's right," he put himself into character, forgetting he was supposed to pretend he didn't know she was home. "What a mess, can't she even make her own bed in the morning," he quipped giggling as he thought of the game they were playing. "I guess I'll have to straighten up in here after I'm done cleaning the bathroom, a housekeeper's duties are never done." He sighed.

Making his way towards the bathroom, he stopped just shy of the door and recalled his first accidental encounter with Angela shortly after starting to work for her. The biggest oops he had made thinking she wasn't home and welcoming himself to her bathroom for a bubble bath just to find her there, in the flesh, the full flesh. How his eyes betrayed him as he tried not to stare but was frozen in a trance as he caught sight of the beautiful, 5'7, blond, perfectly fit, tanned and shaped lady of the house. He tried to make a quick exist, embarrassed to have intruded on her in such a way, but all he could do was stare, taking it all in, engraving the image in his mind that would become the vision of every fantasy he had the next seven years. Ohhh, the fantasies were definitely not as good as the real thing and damn, that image of her sure hadn't changed in the last seven years. If anything, she was more beautiful, more fit, more perfectly shaped. He took a deep breath, reached for the door, and walked in.

"Bath for two," Angela purred as she caught sight of him at the door, "Wanna join me?" Her legs crossed and stretched out of the tub, bubbles just barely covering her chest, her hair up in a messy bun on top of her head, her eyes glistening and welcoming. "I know how much you enjoy bubble baths; thought maybe this time I would share mine with you." She slid her legs down, bringing her body up out of the water just barely exposing her chest as she leaned her arms on the side of the tub and rested her chin on them.

Without a word, Tony quickly removed his pants made his way towards her, stepping into the tub, careful not to step on her as her gaze followed every move of his body as he descended into the water sighing with the feeling of the warm water against his skin.

"God you're beautiful," he finally uttered as he slid his body close to her engulfing his arms with her body.

"And you're very very naughty, coming into my room and catching me in the bath like this, unannounced," she teased.

"I guess I must be punished then." He quipped as he caressed her bare back with his strong hands. "What might my punishment be?" He crashed his lips upon hers with vigor and passion leaving her breathless and unable to reply.

They had come full circle from their first accidental encounter to their present encounter. No longer forbidden, no longer fantasized, no longer a hidden longing for each other. They intended to make the best of this moment, to engrave each touch, each look, every feeling, and emotion to memory for they didn't know how long it would be before they could be together again. The certainty that it wouldn't be seven years, gave them comfort. The memories of the last two days, gave them joy and the thought that they were making this sacrifice for the good of their family, gave them peace. They waited so long to get together because they didn't want to jeopardize what they had and if keeping this new found intimacy between them for Jonathan's sake and Tony's peace of mind was what they had to do then so be it. They would enjoy every second they had together while they had it until they could be together again.

Finishing their special bath, they laughed and giggled as they assisted each other in drying off. Tony didn't miss any opportunities to ogle Angela, recording every inch of her body to memory and Angela didn't miss a chance to pat Tony's firm buttocks brining him out of his self-imposed trance.

As they walked out of the bathroom, Tony grabbed Angela's waist, swirling her around to face him yearning for a last moment of skin to skin contact before they dressed and prepared for Jonathan's and Mona's return home. He quickly removed her towel from around her body and laid her back onto the bed.

"Tony, again?" She giggled.

"No, I just wanted to feel you against me again for one last minute. To smell your skin and taste your lips, one more time." He took a deep breath against her neck, inhaling every fiber of her scent as he suckled along her neckline onto her lips for a lasting kiss.

"Silly, you can still kiss me, they've seen that already," Angela kidded as they came up for air.

"Yes, but not like this," he went in for another deep and passionate kiss.

"Ya, okay," she breath, "If you kiss me like that in front of anyone, all bets are off, they'll know, and I won't try to stop them from knowing." She laughed.

"Oh ya, well how about like this?" He proceeded to tickle her with butterfly kisses all over her face, neck and chest causing her to squirm with laughter.

As they wiggled and romped on the bed, laughing and giggling at each other's touch, trying to outdo who could control themselves better under what circumstances, the outside world suddenly intruded on them as they heard the distinct sound of a familiar voice...

"Dad, Angela, anybody home?"