Chapter Two: Anniversary

The next day, after work, Jamie swung by the flower shop and picked up a dozen different color roses. He wanted to surprise his girlfriend at work, since today was their seven anniversary. He knew that it would slip her mind because she was working all day. He grabbed a card and singed, "I love you. Reagan."

His cell phone rang and he quickly picked it up. "Reagan." He walked up the busy street, thinking of the habit he picked up from the men in his family.

"Hey, Jamie. It's Danny." He heard his brother say on the other line. "Do you wanna grab a few drinks after work?"

"Sorry, I can't. I have plans tonight."

"What are you doing?"

"Date."

"Oh." He heard his brother laugh. "Good luck with that. Call me afterwards, and tell me how it went." The line went dead, with no goodbye.

Jamie looked across the street and quickly crossed before he stepped into a studio loft. He looked around until he saw her. She was wrapping a scarf around her neck. He smiled to himself, enjoying the sight of her. He watched her get ready for her next photo shoot. When someone called her name, calling back to set, she turned around and screamed, "Reagan!"

"Messer!" He screamed back, laughing. She ran over to him and threw her arm around, forcing him into a kiss. "Hi." He said quietly. "Happy anniversary."

"Oh." She yelled, slapping her hand against her forehead. "I can't believe I forgot…I am so…you brought me flowers." A tiny smile grew on her face. "You remembered, Jamie."

"Of course I did." Jamie replied. "You are a hard girl to forget." He leaned down and kissed her. "How's your day going so far, babe?"

"Good. I missed you though." She looked around until her eyes met his, and she shyed away. "How was yours? How is yours…?"

"The same as always." He answered. "I missed you. But I'm glad your mine today."

"Yes." She smiled at him. "I'm all yours, Reagan."

"I love you Ciara Messer." He kissed her softly. "Now, go finish the shoot, so I can take you home."

"Okay." She whispered; she didn't want to go but she knew the sooner she'd be done with work, the sooner she can snuggle with Jamie. They looked at each before she ran off to set.

Jamie took a seat in front of the set. He watched her, pose and laugh as the director snapped the pictures of her. He enjoyed watching her have fun, and love the job she was hired to do.

He slipped out his cell phone and snapped a picture of her. The picture was perfect, Jamie thought, perfect picture of her. Her hair was flowing, she was smirking like she had done something wrong and her eyes were wide open where you could see her bluish-greenish eyes. Her hand was off to the side, and her other hand was placed on her hip. He smiled, looking up from his phone, and quickly saved it as his wallpaper before he put his phone back into his jacket pocket.

It was seraval hours after Jamie and Ciara got to Jamie's apartment. Ciara was half-asleep in Jamie's arms on the couch. She wrapped around a baby blue blanket, which once belonged to Joe.

Jamie was watching a classic scary movie as Halloween was only a few days around. He liked Halloween, though the rest of the family wasn't big fan of the holiday.

He heard Ciara interrupted his thoughts. "Jamie." She said sleepily. "Stop watching people get murdered."

Jamie smiled, laughing to himself. "Why?"

"You are tensing up. You make a very uncomfortable pillow." She said laughing because she was half joking. "So stop."

"Your such a worry wart, Ciara." Jamie told her. "Why?"

"You should meet my brother and then you'll understand why." She quickly explained. "And you know what; I could ask you the same thing."

"It's in my blood. I'm a Reagan." He looked at her and smiled, hiding his laugh. "And, I love you too damnmuch." He clicked off the TV and grabbed her hand, "Okay, sleepily. It's time foe bed."

"I'm not five!" She whinnied. She got off the couch and made her way to the bed room. She stepped out of her clothes and quickly dressed in shorts and a black tank top before she joined a half-naked Jamie in bed.

"Baby." Jamie said softly when Ciara laid her head on his chest. He slid his arm under her body and brought her closer to him. He kissed her hair and said, "This is perfect way to end the day."

"It is." She said in agreement. "But you make anything perfect."

Jamie rubbed her back, tracing old scars. "Did that hurt?"

"Jamie." She whinnied. She answered most of his questions about what happened but again and again, Jamie always asked her that one question.

"Ciara…" He began to say as his finger still traced the oldest scar that belonged on her body. "Did it hurt?" He asked again.

"Yeah." She answered quietly. "But it's long over with, Jamie."

"I know but it doesn't make me feel any better, Ciara. Parents aren't suppose to do this, they aren't suppose to hurt their children." Jamie said quietly. He didn't want to bring up any old feelings but he just had to ask; he wanted to know everything about her and that include the bad parts of her past. He felt her move her head. "Baby?"

"Yes." She said quietly, her head, still, buried in Jamie's chest.

"I love you."

She laughed, hitting him lightly. "I know."

The next morning, Ciara got up from the bed carefully. She didn't want to wake up Jamie. She wanted to surprise him with breakfast and try to make up for yesterday. Ciara cracked some eggs, put bacon onto a pan, and some bread into the toaster. She poured two cups of orange juice and put it on his small kitchen table.

Jamie walked into the kitchen yawing, twenty minutes later, asking. "What smells so good?"

"Food."

"I know that smartass.: Jamie smiled walking behind her. He slid his arms around her thin frame and rested his head on her shoulder. "Yummy." He said. "This is sexy; seeing you cook."

She giggled. "Thanks, babe. It's almost done; do you want to grab some plates for us?"

"Yup." Jamie said. He kissed her cheek and walked off. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes." She said. "Did you?"

"You were here…so yes." Jamie smiled.

This was the start of the perfect day.