A/N- So as I was writing this I realized that it was probably going to get more graphic than some younger readers should read. I have marked the place in the story where reader discretion is advised. In skipping this small section you will not miss any of the plot (except a steamy Junior/Kris scene).

As they reached her door she stopped and hesitated. He seemed to understand that she wasn't ready to enter yet and stood with her as she waited outside the door. Each time she lifted her hand up to put the key in the slot she found her hand shaking and had to put it back down. Taking a deep breath she looked over at him and saw an encouraging smile. Lifting the key up to the lock she slid it in and turned the key. She exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holding. Sighing she pushed the door open.

Kris stood in the doorway for a second scanning the surroundings. Looking at Matt again she slowly stepped through the doorway. Throwing her bag on the couch, she slowly walked through the house taking her time and looking at everything. It had been so long since she had been there that it felt as if she was looking at if for the first time.

There were so many memories in this house and as she wandered around they seemed to slowly seep back into her consciousness. Turning towards the door she realized that Matt and her car were gone. Apparently Matt had sensed that she needed time to herself and Kris felt thankful and relieved for it.

Walking through the hallway she ran her hand along the wall until she got to the stairs. Taking a deep breath she headed up. Reaching the last door at the top of the stairs, she closed her eyes.

She could picture him then, in bed, with his hair all mussed up, a small smile on his sleeping face. He would have the blankets tangled around him, from his moving throughout the night. She could picture the way he leaned to her side of the bed, even when she wasn't there, and the way his arm seemed to drape over the entirety of the bed as if to somehow pull it and her closer to him.

As her hand shook, she slowly reached down and opened the door. Slowly inhaling, she entered the room. Nothing had changed since she had left it, and it somehow felt strange to her. The sheets were still messed up, she still had clothes on the floor, and there was a pile of Junior's laundry in the corner waiting to be cleaned.

Walking over to the bed she sat down looking around the room that they used to share. Laying down she reached over and grabbed his pillow. Pulling it to her, she realized that somehow it still smelled like him. Pulling the pillow up to her nose she inhaled the scent and felt a smile grace her face. She had loved the smell of him. Closing her eyes, she held the pillow tightly against her and as she started to drift to sleep she suddenly felt as if an invisible weight had been lifted off of her shoulders.

She had stormed out of the house, yelling that she was done. What the hell had she been thinking? She drove along the side roads, really not sure where to go, but not ready to go home. Looking around she threw her car into park and hopped out, hoping to walk off some of the steam. Checking her watch she realized that it, officially, was now their one year anniversary.

Sighing she sat down on a large rock and looked up at the stars. Why had this gotten so blown out of proportion, she wondered. She remembered the look on Junior's face when she had yelled at him and instantly felt bad. She cared about the wind-turbine product, she really did. It just made her so mad that he was willing to leave on their anniversary for it.

She knew she was in the wrong, and she knew that she was being selfish. Sighing, she stood up and wiped the dust and dirt off of her jeans and headed back to her car. She knew she had to go home, to settle things before he left, but how?

She pulled into the driveway and the house was dark. Had Junior not waited up for her, she wondered. She quietly opened the front door and stepped in, taking in the surroundings. Other than a nightlight that was glowing in the hallway, it was pitch dark. Placing her keys on the hook, she closed the door quietly behind her.

Tiptoeing through the foyer she peaked in each room as she passed, seeing if she could find him. After walking through most of the bottom floor, she still hadn't seen him. Checking the living room before heading upstairs, she saw him then. Lying on the couch, sleeping, his breathing was ragged and his face looked tense. Walking over she lightly placed her hand on his cheek and he instantly relaxed.

Not wanting to wake him, she left him on the couch and slowly headed up the stairs. Walking into the master bathroom, she changed quickly into one of his old t-shirts. It had been such a long night and she knew once her head hit the pillow she was going to be out.

A/N- Warning Reader Discretion is advised after this point. On a side note this is the scene referred to in Chapter 1 (for those that were wondering).

As she walked into the hallway she saw him then his hair tousled from the fitful sleep he was having on the couch. Their eyes met and her breathe caught in her throat. As her eyes traveled up and down his body she felt him pushing her against the wall molding his body to hers.

As he leaned down to touch her she shivered in anticipation. Not saying a word his hands tangled into her hair and his lips folded over hers, their tongues wresting. As his hands snaked under her shirt a low moan could be heard. Lifting her up so her legs wrapped around him, she entwined her arms around his neck playing with the soft hair that lie there.

As his mouth left hers, he traced a trail from her lips to her ear and began to nibble on it before heading to her neck. As her hands gripped his hair twin groans floated through the air. She leaned her head down and nuzzled his neck as she whispered an "I'm sorry" into his ear. He silently nodded kissing her before pulling his t-shirt off of her, throwing it on the floor. All thoughts of being in the hallway and all concerns were thrown out the door as clothes flew off left and right.

The only sound Kris could hear was their labored breathing and the occasional grunt or moan. Clenching her eyes tight she could feel her heart pounding through her chest. She felt her legs wrapped around him trying to pull him closer. As he opened his eyes she could feel him intensely looking at her and then he called her name "Kris." Hearing it she opened her eyes looking into his as she whispered "Junior."

Her hands seemed to tangle around him, as they pressed their foreheads against each other never breaking eye contact. As whispers of "I love you" and "Happy anniversary" tumbled off their lips, together they fell. As he loosened his hold and she slid down his body, they kissed again. Kris grabbed his hand and slowly led him down the hall to the bedroom. Smiling as she looked back at him she couldn't help but notice that for the first time in a while she felt like she was home.