This week went from so good to so bad in minutes.

I lost my last living grandpa on Friday and it's been pretty tough.

My dad's been strong, but I haven't seen him cry. Not once.

Money is tough, and he's stressing about going home to the homeland.

I'm not sleeping, so here's an update.

That night, Will and Lizzie slept comfortably together as though they'd been doing it all their lives. His arm was draped over her side and her body fit right in his. She woke up in the middle of her dream; one of her and her sisters sitting on their couch back home. Will had come up to her and brought her to a huge flower field and they had a picnic. That's when things got weird and he pulled Gigi out of the picnic basket and she started to sign that she should stop hurting her brother. The next thing, Lizzie was pushing Gigi, and Will was leaving her, getting into a car, leaving her crying.

Her eyes opened so fast, it was still dark outside, and she turned over. Will stirred in his sleep, but settled again, nuzzling his chin into her back. She tried to close her eyes and go back to sleep, but all she thought about was the way she had pushed Gigi, then Will leaving her. It must have been what it was like when she had left Will. It was just a dream, but it fucking hurt. Lizzie, waited half an hour before she couldn't take it anymore. She, as quietly as possible, got out of bed and went to the kitchen. At 1 in the morning, the only good thing on TV was Friends, she let the sound fill the silence.

Lizzie finally drifted to sleep, but woke up to the sound of her alarm going off at 3. She needed to get ready to go to work. Will sat up, "hey…" his voice was still asleep, most of him was still asleep actually.

Lizzie leaned over and kissed his cheek, "go back to sleep, I'm heading to work right now."

"Have a good day Goose."

"Thanks Stud. I'll text you." She watched him fall back onto his pillow.

Lizzie drove, plugging in her phone and listening to the news report from the eastern part of the country.

When she got into work, Kitty was ready for her, holding a coffee, and the report, as well as a few questions of her own.

"I have three things for you, 1. Cute coffee guy totally flirted with me today, 2. How was your weekend with Will? and 3. Greg Spencer just confirmed with his interview next next Thursday."

"I told you, cute coffee guy was, ask him for his number. 2, my weekend with Will was great. and three, please get a head start on finding his promo info and all the shit we need to make him look good.

"That's all you're going to give me? Your weekend was great?"

"You haven't resurfaced since last Thursday Lizzie, I need details."

"You need to give me the coffee. I'm going to head to script and to production. If anyone calls, I'll call back later. Emergencies only."

"Even Will?"

"Will is going to be at work. Thanks my dear." she took the coffee and spun out the door. Lizzie had made it down two hallways before Nicholas stopped her.

"Elizabeth?" He called out from his office.

She poked her head in, "yes?"

"I want an update on the format revision, and production budget came in, if you want to take a look at it."

"I was heading up there right now, so I'll take it. Thanks Nicholas."

"You're welcome." He shifted in his seat a little, "I know you saw the schedule, and I asked him when he was here last week, but Will Darcy agreed-"

"It's fine." She stepped into his office, "is this the budget?" She asked, looking for any kind of transition out of there. "I'll see you later thanks Nicholas."

Lizzie sped walked towards the script corner of the newsroom where reporters were busy at their desks, typing, clicking and reading at their screens. Lizzie walked to a shorter asian man with long curly hair. "Marcus, do you have everything covered today?"

"You know I do Elizabeth." He handed her another pile of papers for her to read.

"I'll be in production if you need me."

Lizzie made a sharp left turn at the end of the hall and took the steps down to production control. She settled in as the morning crew swept the set and got the lighting ready.

It was nearing 4 am, and Lizzie sped read everything Marcus had prepared for her. Everything was going like it usually did. Lizzie was totally invested in the show and during commercial breaks she would give direction to her reporters.

Around 9 am, she saw her phone flash That she had several text messages.

One from Jane asking her where she had gotten baby Rafa's blanket. One from Charlotte asking her how her tattoo is healing and five from her mother. Mostly because she wasn't as tech savvy, but stil managed to send texts even if the message is cut up over multiple messages.

She didn't get any from Will. She was slightly disappointed because she wanted him to, but she understood that he was busy at work.

At 11:30 Lizzie caught another break right before she was off. Charlotte's follow up texts were accompanied by pleas to visit soon because she was in need of another girls night. Lizzie was busy at noon. Right before she was off, there was breaking news of a hostage situation in a home in one of the nearby neighborhoods and had to set up production for the coverage. It was long and laborious. They were watching the police move in and the suspect flee on foot. It was kind of what you'd see on the television, but it was real.

The hostage coverage ended at 3, by then Lizzie was starving. She ran back to her office before another breaking story came up. She realized how much paper work she actually had accumulated from the weekend news and knew she needed to get it done.

She made it through 20 pages of reports before she felt her eyes start to get really heavy. She closed her eyes for only a second, that is, she thought. It was nearing 4, and her phone ringing woke her up.

"Hey Goose, are you home?"

"Uh, no." She rubbed the sleep away from her eyes.

"No? Where are you?"

"I'm still at work. I just took a power nap."

"Did I wake you up? I'm sorry."

"No, it's totally fine. I should head home anyways. No work is getting done today." She laughed, "how's your day at work?"

"Long." He deadpanned. "I don't understand how Charlie can sit through these meetings. I found myself playing Candy Crush, until I ran out of lives."

"Wow Will, you set a great example for your employees."

"Hey, I didn't fall asleep at work."

"First of all, I was in my office doing paper work and two, I didn't get much sleep last night."

"I doubt you'll get much more tonight."

"Really?" Lizzie smiled, "what makes you say that?"

"Hmm, i don't know. Maybe if you bring back a bottle of wine... I'll take care of the rest."

"Red or white?"

"Surprise me." Will said, his voice a little mischievous. "I'll meet you at your place at 7. Don't be late."

"Oh, I definitely won't." Lizzie whispered. They hung up the phone and Lizzie started to pack her things. She left her office and bee lined for the exit. She made it out without anyone stopping her. She sighed of relief when she got into her car.

Being smack dab in center of downtown, she was caught by the evening traffic. Lizzie exited and took a left on Guildenstern Road to a small store she knows has the best wine. She purchased a du Bellay and zoomed back home. Will still wasn't there, and although she didn't know what to expect, she tried to not get too excited about the things to come.

Will burst through the door 15 minutes later, carrying a couple grocery bags. From her place on the couch she watched him pull out each item from the grocery bag. A can of whipped cream, strawberries, zucchini, bell peppers, herbs, potatoes and chicken breasts.

"Well, well, well, how lucky am I? Mr. William Darcy is going to cook me dinner!"

He winked and disappeared into the bedroom. He emerged a few minutes later in nothing but an apron and a chef hat.

Her jaw fell open a little, a small smile appeared on his face. "oh my god Will, you're going to make me dinner wearing that?"

"Why yes, Ms. Bennet. you see, I'm not cooking alone, you're going to be my sous chef tonight." She stood quickly and joined him behind the counter.

"Yes chef. What would you like me to do first?"

"Take all your clothes off."

"Will." Lizzie smacked his arm.

"I'm serious. I have an apron for you too." He bent over and kissed her. His hands roamed to her ass and gave her a light squeeze. Lizzie couldn't say no. She took the apron and went to the room to change.

As he started getting the pan hot, she came out in an apron that seemed like it was specifically picked out of a kid's isle.

Will looked over at Lizzie, his eyebrow raised. "This look on you is everything." He said kissing her. "Let me see, turn around."

Lizzie spun around, smirking really big at him.

"I like the lace. It's a very nice touch Goose."

Thanks for liking this story y'all.

So with jankie nails, I bid you all good night,

Abs