It was two months later.

Zoe and Max had moved into their new house and were blissfully happy.

Zoe woke up to find Max was still asleep next to her. She decided to get up and attempt to make him breakfast, he was always doing it for her, it couldn't be that hard surely?

Max was woken by the sound of the smoke alarm, Zoe wasn't there, he rushed downstairs to find her in a panic in the kitchen.

"Zoe, what on earth are you doing?!" He yelled over the noise.

Zoe turned and looked at him, laughing as she pulled out a tray of cremated bacon from the grill.

"Making breakfast?"

"Zoe, Zoe, Zoe, why would you do that? You know you're a hopeless cook!" Max stated the obvious.

"I know! I just wanted to try and do something for you instead of you for me all the time!"

Max walked over to Zoe and kissed her, "you know, if you wanted to do something for me, you didn't even have to get out of bed." He gave her a cheeky grin.

"Max.." Zoe protested as he led her back upstairs, "what about clearing up this mess?"

"More pressing matters to attend to right now Dr Hanna, that can wait, this can't!"

They were both on the afternoon shift that day so spent the morning lazing in bed.

"Do we really have to go to work?" Max asked.

"Yes Max, I can't imagine Connie would be too happy if we both didn't turn up." Zoe replied.

"Screw Connie!" Max said.

"I thought I was your only woman now Walker?!" Zoe questioned him.

"Ha ha," Max laughed, "you've been the only woman I've wanted for a long time and, if I do say so, you do a pretty good job!"

"Pretty good eh?" Zoe slid over to him "we'll see about that." She was planting kisses on his chest, moving her way down.

"Mmm," Max sighed, "maybe the best."

Zoe stopped what she was doing, "that's better, now I have to get ready for work!" She teased.

"Zoe! You can't do that, that's not fair!" Max couldn't believe she'd do that to him.

"Good things come to those who wait..." She winked at him.

"That's true where you're concerned!" Max joked.

Zoe was hurt by his comment, she knew he was joking but still couldn't help feel guilty.

She got up and went into the bathroom, would she ever forget what she'd done to him? Leaving him hanging so for long? This was the guy she was crazy about, she'd always been crazy about but couldn't show, would she always think that he thought he loved her more than she loved him?

She needed to do something. Yes, she'd bought this house, it was in her name though, Max had insisted.

Zoe snapped out of her thoughts, she had to get ready for work, the time would come.

What was she going to do?