Waking up Tuesday morning with her in his arms was the best feeling in the world. She had always fit perfectly in his arms. She snuggled closer to him and kissed his jaw. He lowered his head and captured her lips.

"Eew, morning breath," she giggled.
"Good morning to you too, princess," he chuckled.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him.

"I can't believe I'm actually here. I'm scared that I'll wake up, and it was all just a dream," she said.
"Believe it," he placed her hand over his heart. "You can feel it beating. It's real. You're here. We're together."
"Can we stay here all day?" She asked.
"I'm afraid not," he pecked her nose. "We have jobs to do. We're working on some sketches for a custom made gazebo. The customer wants it Egyptian inspired, like a mini pyramid of some sort, but with it still being open like a gazebo."
"Sounds like a challenge," she said.
"It is, but I love it," he said.

She sighed and rolled over on her back. Her eyes focused on an invisible spot in the ceiling.

"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Dolph," she sighed. "He'll come by the library at some point. Maybe not today, maybe not even this week, but he'll be there, and he won't go away until I agree to come home with him."
"Any sign of him, and you text me 'SOS'. I'll know what it means, and I'll drop everything. I'll come running as fast as I can," he said.
"I love you, baby," she pulled him close for a kiss.
"You were right," he chuckled. "Eew, morning breath."

Roman hummed a happy tune when he walked into work, and handed Dean his coffee.

"Why are you looking like you got laid?" Dean asked.
"Because I did," Roman grinned.
"With who?" Dean asked. "No, wait. Iris? Please, tell me it's Iris."
"It's Iris," Roman confirmed.
"Fuck, yes! At long last!" Dean said.

Iris had been at work for three hours when that familiar blonde hair walked in. She quickly grabbed her phone that already had 'SOS' written in a text with Roman's number as receiver. She pressed send before Dolph had made his way over to her.

"Fuck!" Roman stared at the text. "I gotta go!"
"Where to?" Dean asked.
"Dolph's at the library," Roman grabbed his car keys. "Remember when you asked if we could hire a secretary, and I was against it? I've changed my mind."
"Bring her in," Dean smiled.

Dolph leaned an arm on the counter and smirked at her.

"Hi honey," he said.
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
"I was wondering what time you'll be home today," he said.
"I'm not coming back," she said.
"Yes, you are," he said.

His eyes darkened like many times before, but he restrained himself since they were in a public place.

"I was drunk out of mind when I came home last night, so I didn't even realize you were gone. Thanks a lot for the notice," he said. "You did leave some amazing graffiti on my walls though which you'll be cleaning yourself."
"Please, leave," she said.
"If I'm not mistaken, I got every right to be here. It's a library. I'm gonna stay here all day, and then we'll walk home together," he said.
"Go to work, please," she said.
"I got fired when I called in sick this morning. Looks like we have to live off your paycheck for a while," he said.
"There's no we, Dolph," she said.
"Care to repeat that?" He asked.

He leaned over the counter, trying to threaten her by towering above her. He whimpered in pain when someone grabbed his upper arm in an iron grip. He turned his head and stared at an angry Samoan.

"You heard her!" Roman growled.
"Please," Dolph begged. "This is between me and her."
"Not anymore," Roman looked at her. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," she nodded.
"Stay here. I'll be right back," he said.

He kept his iron grip on Dolph, forcing the blonde man out of the library. Outside he pulled him close, so they were almost nose to nose.

"This is your only warning, bastard. Stay away from her, or I'll make sure the rest of your bones match that broken nose," he said.
"Please!" Dolph whimpered.
"You're so fucking pathetic!" Roman squeezed even tighter. "You got no problem hitting a woman, but look at you when you're in front of a man. You don't even dare to take a swing. Instead you stalk her at work where you thought I wouldn't be. Things have changed this time around, Dolph. It's not like five years ago where I don't know everything about what you're trying to do. This time I'm here, and you won't get near her again. Ever!"

He gave Dolph a hard push, and he fell on his ass.

"Now fuck off, bastard!" Roman sneered.

Dolph jumped to his feet and ran away fast. Roman walked inside where Iris had walked around to the other side of the counter. She fell into his arms and held on tight as she started crying.

"Thank you," she whispered.
"It's my job as your boyfriend," he wiped her eyes. "Don't cry, princess. He's not worth it."
"He's gonna come back," she said.
"But you won't be here," he said.
"I won't?" She asked.

He tucked her hair behind her ears and gave her a warm smile. He really loved this woman with all his heart. Five years apart hadn't killed those feelings.

"We need a secretary. The job is yours if you want it," he said.
"Just like that?" She asked.
"Well, it comes with a price. You see, you have to sleep with one of the bosses, but he's sexy as hell, so you'll love it," he said.

She let out a loud laugh that had everyone around them raise their head from the books. She bit her lip to kill her laughter, and then smiled at him.

"Is he gonna bend me over the table at work too?" She asked lowly.
"Only on days where Dean is sick because we only got that open office as I'm sure you remember," he answered.
"I had to ask," she winked. "Let me go talk to my boss. I hate leaving her high and dry like this, but it has to be done. I don't wanna go back. I don't wanna be stuck in the past anymore. I wanna be with you. I wanna be happy again like I was five years ago. You make me happy, Roman."

Dean grinned at them as they entered the office hand in hand.

"I see it went well," he said.
"Hi Dean," she said. "So what do I do around here?"
"Answer the phone, talk to customers when we're busy, make coffee, run errands, give us your creative input when we're stuck," Dean looked at Roman. "Is that about it?"
"Give or take," Roman said.

She walked over to the table where Dean was, and looked at the design in front of him on the computer screen. It was that Egyptian inspired gazebo Roman had talked about.

"Wow," she said. "That's amazing."
"I hope the customer will like it too," Dean said.
"He'll love it," she assured him.
"Anything you wanna add? I'm kinda stuck, and something's missing," Dean said.
"We've been staring ourselves blind all morning on it," Roman added.
"The colour," she said. "You've made it too yellow. Go more sand for a more authentic look."

He clicked around in the program, and soon the right colour was on.

"She's right. She's fucking right, Roman," he said.
"Do I get a raise already then?" She chuckled.
"No, but you'll get a special bonus later at home," Roman kissed her temple. "Now get your cute ass to work and make coffee. I know Dean has already emptied the pot."
"Guilty," Dean smirked. "But we really should run out for that good coffee. I know it's our morning ritual, but we can break the rules this once. I'll go. What is your poison, Iris?"
"Salted caramel latte," she said.
"I'll get that," Dean said.

He was out of the door five seconds later. Roman pulled her close and kissed her.

"We got five minutes. Or ten if there's a long line," he said.
"So no time to bend me over the table?" She asked.
"God damn it!" He laughed. "You better not start working in mini skirts, or we're gonna have a problem around here."
"Would you complain?" She smirked.
"Fuck, no!" He grinned. "But I'll scare away the customers if I run around with a constant boner."