The next morning, Sydney sat at the kitchen table, going over a set of proofs. It was a little after ten-thirty, when Riley stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Why are you up?" he asked, making his way over to the sink.
Sydney looked up, her glasses sliding down her nose.
"It's almost eleven, Riley. And I have to get my work done," she said, before pushing the black framed glass back up.
Riley made himself a cup of coffee, and took a seat across from her at the table. After a few minutes, Sydney pulled the glasses off and dropped them onto the pile of proofs, sighing in defeat.
"Bad photos?" Riley asked, taking a sip from his cup.
"A pile of shit is more like it," she mumbled, running her fingers through her hair.
"Maybe you should get a different job," he offered, as Sydney got up to fix herself up with a cup of coffee.
"Riley, the job is fine. It's this new photographer they hired! He's terrible! Everythings too blurry, out of focus, too dark, too bright, or in a bad angle. They should fire him! I shouldn't have to quit my job because of him," she ranted, slamming the pot back down.
Riley got up from the table and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Hey, calm down. I was only kidding about getting a new job. Maybe the photos will get better, and you wont have to worry about fixing every single one of them," he said, kissing the top of her head.
"God, I hope so," she muttered, before looking up at him. "Why do you have a better job then me? You get to play around on a computer all day and not have to worry about paperwork and crap like that," she said.
Riley smirked, "Because I'm a genius and you're not?" he offered.
Sydney glared at him, "I think Abby was look for a babysitter this Saturday. Do you want to go?" she asked.
Quickly, Riley shook his head. "No! I think I've had my fair share of mashed peas and flying apple pieces for a while," he said.
"Then don't be a smartass, Riley. I am not in the mood for it," she said, stepping away from the counter.
Pulling all the proofs into a pile, Sydney shoved them back into her work bag, and placed it on one of the chairs, before collecting her dirty breakfast plates. Setting them into the sink, she turned the water on and began to wash them.
"So, what are your plans today?" Riley asked, as she scrubbed the plate.
"Umm, I don't know. What are you doing today?' she asked, rubbing her cheek on her shoulder.
Riley set the empty cup down next to the sink and shrugged, "I was planning on doing nothing today," he said.
"Nothing? What, like sleep all day?" Sydney asked, making a face.
"Well, no. Maybe. I don't know," said Riley, unsure of what exactly his plans were for that day.
Setting the clean plates down on the drying rack, Sydney dried her hands off with the dish towel.
"I don't have to be at the office until next week, so that gives me time to get stuff for the bedroom," she said.
Riley nodded, "We could do that tomorrow, then," he said.
"Okay, well, what do you want to do? Sleep? Watch TV?" Sydney asked.
Riley shrugged, "I don't know, just as long as it doesn't involve screaming kids," he said, shaking his head.
Sydney nodded, "I guess we could have sex, unless you're too tired to do that," she offered, with a shrug.
Standing there with a dropped jaw, Riley was at a loss for words. Sydney smirked and started off for the livingroom, when Riley grabbed her from around the waist. Letting out a squeal, Sydney felt herself being pulled off the floor and carried towards the stairs.