Lisbon's radio alarm was playing Dream a Little Dream the next morning. She had set it the night before, because she wanted to make breakfast for Jane. But surprisingly, there wasn't anything in the house to eat. So, she got dressed and quietly slipped out of the house to make a grocery store run. She just hoped that Jane didn't wake up before she got back. And of course he did, in fact she was looking at ice cream when he showed up and put a couple of cartons in the cart.
"I like Hagaan-Daz coffee," He said to her questioning look.
"No, how did you know I was here?"
"I got up early to make you breakfast. I noticed you weren't in bed. I didn't think anything of it until I went to the kitchen and realized that we didn't have anything to eat. It doesn't take a psychic to figure out where you went."
"You're wearing your suit again." She reached out and touched his vest, touching each button.
"Well, we're home now. . . the honeymoon's over," Jane replied. He looked at her. "You're wearing the dress I bought you in Hawaii."
"Today and tomorrow are the last days you'll see me in a dress though," Lisbon said. "We go back to work soon."
"Meh. You can always wear a dress when we go out for date nights."
"Date nights?" Lisbon asked, smiling slightly.
"Don't worry, I won't try and seduce you over a meal."
"You know, I've been wondering about that," Lisbon said, putting a couple more cartons of ice cream into their cart.
"Wondering about what, exactly?" Jane asked innocently.
"About seducing me over a meal."
"Well, what about it?"
"You never said that you wouldn't seduce me. You just said you wouldn't seduce me over a meal. That means you might still try to seduce me."
"Well. . . that depends, are you seducible?"
She laughed. "Funny."
"Seriously."
"What do you want for breakfast?"
"I don't know. What do you feel like making?"
"Trix cereal," Lisbon replied.
Jane grinned at her goofily. "Silly Lisbon, Trix are for kids!"
Lisbon giggled. "Well then, Trix are perfect for you."
"I want a breakfast for champions though."
"Okay, well then I'll serve you a big, heaping bowl of Wheaties!"
"Okay, okay, how about I make Western omelets?" Jane said.
"I can make Western omelets," Lisbon replied.
"I insist that you let me make breakfast."
Lisbon sighed in mock defeat. "Okay, fine. But I get to make lunch."
"Fine. But I get to treat you to dinner tonight. . . how about that place in Napa Valley?"
"Are you going to borrow Mashburn's car again?" Lisbon asked.
"I'll call him and see," Jane answered, his blue eyes twinkling. "Hey! Maybe we can even get him and Kristina Frye to double with us."
"I wasn't exactly saying that I wanted you to borrow his car. I was just kidding."
Jane rolled his eyes. "I'm going to get the ingredients for Western omelets. You finish the rest of the grocery shopping and I'll meet you at the check out counter."
Lisbon faked a pout. "I'll miss you."
Jane laughed and pouted back. "I'll miss you more."
Lisbon smiled and leaned over to kiss his cheek. "Hurry back."
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"Order anything you want, I'm paying," Jane said, as they pursued the menus.
"You say that every time we go out to eat," Lisbon replied. "Did you know that?"
"Yes," Jane answered. "I like the way it sounds though. Order anything you want, I'm paying."
"I like the sound of it too," Lisbon agreed. "But I just wish you'd say something else."
"Okay, fine. Lisbon, I'm sick and tired of paying for your meals. Buy it yourself." Jane laughed.
Lisbon rolled her eyes. "You think you're so funny, don't you?"
"Oh, you think I'm funny too." Jane shot back.
Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson was playing, Lisbon smiled at Jane. "Hey, it's later. . ."
"What?" Jane asked, looking confused. "Oh. . . right. Well, then. . . Mrs. Jane would you like to dance?"
"Maybe later," she replied. "Nobody else is dancing right now."
"So what?" Jane answered. "Since when has everybody else stopped me from doing something?"
"Please Jane, I was just kidding."
"Then you owe me a dance when we get home," Jane said, waving their waiter over. "We'll have two glasses of Chardonnay, and the Brie cheese and toasted baguette appetizer."
The waiter nodded and hurried off to fill his order.
"I like this," Lisbon said. "You and I. . . together like this. It's nice."
Jane could barely contain the joy that rose to his throat. "Do you really mean that?"
Lisbon smiled. "Yes, I do. Being a wife. . . it's better than I could have ever imagined."
"Well, then. . ." Jane swallowed hard. "You better start hunting for candidates to be your real husband when we get our marriage annulled."
"Yeah. . ." Lisbon agreed, trying not to sound wistful. She cleared her throat. "What about you? Are you going to try and find a real wife after we get our marriage. . . annulled?"
"I haven't decided yet," Jane answered. "I know of this one woman, she'd be my ideal wife, but I don't know if she'd be interested."
"Well, if she isn't, it's her loss." Lisbon there was a catch in her throat and she tried to contain her emotions. "You're. . . wonderful—"
Jane was on the verge of telling her that she was his ideal wife, when the waiter brought their wine, and the whole moment was lost.
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"It's finally later," Jane said when they had gotten home, changed into their pajamas, and Lisbon was dishing out ice cream for them (even though they had eaten dessert at the restaurant).
"Finally later?" Lisbon repeated.
"We can dance now," Jane replied, going over to their stereo system, and putting a CD in. More than Words by Extreme came over the speakers, and he came over to Lisbon.
She smiled and placed her hand in his. "This is so. . . silly."
"Silly?" Jane asked, dipping her, and shrugging as he lifted her back up. "Maybe it is. But admit it, you love it."
She looked into his eyes, her own sparkling. "Okay, I love it!"
"I knew you did," Jane said, twirling her over to the counter and picking up her ice cream bowl. He put a spoonful of coffee ice cream into her mouth as they continued to dance around the kitchen together for the rest of the night.
TBC. . .