CHAPTER 16

Later that night, Miles Edgeworth lay in bed unable to sleep. Franziska lay sleeping to his right, her hand on his chest as she lightly breathed in her slumber. Miles looked over at her; when most people thought of her, they didn't think of innocence, but he knew she only had a child-like understanding when it came to most adult matters outside of prosecuting. He was shocked about how much she knew about how to act in a relationship; it was like she'd been dreaming of one like this all of her life.

He turned to the clock beside him on his end-table; 4 am. He slowly got out of bed as to not wake up Franziska and made some microwave tea; it wasn't nearly as good as the tea he liked to drink out of a teapot, but it was quieter, so there wasn't any risk of waking up Franziska while she was sleeping. He sat down with his journal and a cup of tea; he couldn't write about what had happened in court; Mike Meekins, an innocent man sent to be executed for a murder he didn't commit, a 9-year old girl getting kidnapped for ransom. It hadn't been a good day for anyone; he just wrote a story in his journal instead.

A couple of hours later, Franziska got up. He liked her in the mornings, although it was very clear she wasn't a morning person. He got up to fix her a cup of real tea along with one of his, and she spoke up; "Miles...let's take today off. Yesterday...was a little too much." he looked over at her with a smile, fully expecting to see her dazed and confused, as she was every morning; his smile turned into a nod of understanding as he saw her eyes wide open along with a serious expression plastered on her face. He nodded. "Ok. I'll call the cheif prosecutor after our tea to let him know that we won't be coming in today." She tried smiling at him, but it wasn't sincere; he could tell she was thinking the same thing as he was; about Pearl and Mike Meekins, if they were alright, and about Phoenix Wright having to defend Shelly de Killer, a man who everyone knew was guilty, but if he didn't get him a complete acquittal, a 9-year old girl was to lose her life.

He called the cheif prosecutor and informed him of their plans to take the day off, which he agreed to allow them to do so. After he had hung up the phone, the teapot began to whistle on the stove, and Miles picked it up in order to pour Franiziska and himself a cup for each of them and took a seat across from her at the table.

He decided he needed to say something about yesterday. "Franziska...yesterday is behind us, and in a few days we might have to re-live it..." She looked down into her teacup as he continued. "But today...I think we shouldn't dwell on what happened...it..." Miles still wasn't use to showing his caring side to anyone, and although he felt safe showing it to her, he still had trouble doing so sometimes. "We can spend the day together until we have to start investigating, ok?" Franziska seemed to like this idea.

They decided to remain in their sleepwear all day, not to leave the apartment for anything. It was to be a strictly Rest & Relaxation day to cope with the stresses caused by yesterday's trial. After they had finished their tea, Miles opened the blinds covering the windows, allowing the morning sun to shine through the windows and he made his way over to the couch and took a seat with Franziska leaning up against him as he tried finding them a movie to to watch together on the premium movie channels he had ordered. After he had found them a movie to watch, Pesu awoke from his deep slumber and saw Franziska leaning against Miles' chest with his legs around her, while he lean against a pillow that seperated his head from the hard arm rest on the couch. The large dog quickly jumped out of his recliner to jump on the couch and lay on Franziska the way she was laying on Miles.

Edgeworth saw this coming, but didn't bother to stop it for fun's sake. The dog jumped on Franiska and began drooling on her nightgown. She gasped as the large dog jumped on top of her. "M-Miles! Get this filthy creature off of me!"

He laughed as he snapped his fingers and pointed towards the recliner, signaling the dog to go sit in it. Before the dog got up, he licked Franziska on the face, leaving a giant trail of slobber on her cheek. She was disgusted; "Miles...I think that smelly, slobbery dog is just out to annoy me in any way it can!" Miles laughed again. "Pesu is probably just jealous because you get more attention than him now..." He smirked at her when she turned to look up at him with an unsatisfied look on her face. "...or he just thinks you're cute, Franziska...and who can blame the poor dog?" She blushed as they shifted their attention back to the movie. It was an older film from the mid 90's; just a little younger than Edgeworth, and a little bit older than Franziska; called Bottle Rocket. It was an independent film that launched the acting careers of two brothers, and Miles had always enjoyed independent films, as he felt they had a certain sense of merit and depth that blockbusters couldn't provide. Franziska had never seen this movie before, but she seemed to like it.

Mid-way through the movie, Franziska had fallen asleep on his chest. He noticed this when all of her weight, albeit it wasn't that much, came down on his chest. She had been laying to where he couldn't feel her completely, and he deducted it was probably out of nervousness. After he could feel all of her laying against his chest while she was relaxed, he decided he liked the way it felt, and ran his fingers through her hair gently as to not wake her up before kissing the top of her head and turning his attention back to the movie.

She awoke with a strech as soon as the credits started rolling, and let out a long yawn. "Miles...let's go out for lunch, ok?" He just laughed it off. "It's only 10 o'clock, Franziska. Brunch, ok, but it's a bit early for lunch." She was too tired to blush at his combination of flirting and teasing. "Ok, let's get dressed and go..." She yawned once more and fell asleep on top of him again. He couldn't help but smile at this; "I guess we will be going out for lunch then, Franziska."

He found some more movies to watch while she continued her nap. She awoke again around noon with another strech and another yawn. She rolled around on her chest and looked up at him. "Hi, Miles Edgeworth." He smiled back at her. "Hey, Franziska."

"Miles...I want you to know something..." He prepared himself for anything she could throw at him. "...I've loved you since the first day I met you." He smiled back down at her. "I know, Franziska." With that, she pulled on his shirt collar, also pulling herself closer to his face in the process, and they kissed.

After they were done, Edgeworth spoke up. "So...what do you want to do for lunch?"