CHAPTER 8:

Morning came and the new lovers were sat on the bed having breakfast, taking it easy just as one does on a Sunday. They were currently leaning against the headboard snuggled up watching a marathon of one Willie's favorite sitcoms.

"So this is what you do on Sundays?"

"Yes it is. After screaming and shouting and making people cry the entire week, this is how I relax. Believe it or not- I do laugh."

"I can't believe How I met your mother is your favorite sitcom too."

"Among many others."

"You see, we are compatible. Now who do you think is the mother here? Is it Robin?"

"Of course not. We got that in the first season."

"When are going to meet her? I mean she's in the main title."

"Well that's just it, Dan. She's in the main title but that doesn't mean she the main character. This story is about Ted and how he met the mother of his kids, that's why it's entitled How I met your mother instead of My Relationship With Your Mother."

"So she'll probably appear on the final season, probably on the last episode."

"Exactly and that'll be the end of the story. We'll probably see her face if we're lucky but I think when Ted meets his future wife, the screen will probably fade to black. You know kind of like The Sopranos finale."

"Wow the guy spends all that time telling his kids and the audience that story and we get to see the mother of his kids like…just once? I mean what's the point?"

"Well my theory is that the kids' mother is probably deceased. So he's telling them…"

"What?"

"Nico had that same reaction when I suggested it to her." She smiled

"Seriously, Wilhelmina do you really think the mother is dead?"

"Yeah because I find it odd that a man would tell his kids a story that long just to tell it. 3 years and counting, probably the 3 seasons are like 4 to 5 hours to the kids and future Ted. I seriously doubt that he's telling the story for fun or better yet to pass time until their mother returns from work. That'll probably be revealed in the finale."

"Wow…"

"Daniel, sweetie that was just my opinion. I don't write the show."

"Yeah but everything you just said makes sense."

"So you're not a big fan of realistic endings, huh Meade?"

"Let's change the subject, Wils. You bummed me out."

"I'm sorry, baby. So what do you wanna talk about?"

"How about we get back to our questionnaire?"

"Okay, ask away."

"Where did you grow up?"

"That's a toughie. My parents' house where I partially grew up in is in Bel-Air but the correct answer would be I grew up in Europe's most prestigious boarding schools."

"You were educated in boarding schools most of your life?"

"My entire life "

"God, I hated boarding school so much I went back home after just one year and I was 15."

"Well I had no choice, my dad didn't care. He just wanted me out of his hair."

"Wils I'm sure that's not tr-"

"Yes it is. When I got to junior high I acted out so fucking much trying to give him the hint that I didn't want to go to boarding school. All he did was make me change schools like underwear."

"I'm sorry Wils."

"Don't be, It's over now."

"So do you have any siblings?"

"I have one nutty sister."

"So who are you closest to in your family?"

"I'm not close to any of them. You?"

"My mom will have to do."

"Claire?"

"Yeah, I mean I know she drank a lot but…she's been my…my mommy. She's the only person that makes me feel that I'm actually part of the family. Since I was a kid my dad has always favored Alex over me and I could sit here and lie to you and say I'm over it but I never did get over it. It doesn't feel good knowing you're second best, that in everything you do you'll always be the screw up."

"That must suck shitballs, especially when you are constantly being reminded of it."

"You have no idea. So you acted out as a teenager?"

"Oh yeah. A lot."

"Were you popular in school? Were you a cheerleader?"

"Yes I was popular but there was no cheerleading, ever."

"Were you a mean girl?"

"God no, I was just a little hellion. I was pretty decent. How were you in school? The crush of every girl? Skirt chaser? Man-whore in practice?" Daniel laughed

"No, no, no. Not at all, I was okay too…I mean I've always been the follower, that's how I always ended up in trouble. I liked a couple of girls but I was kinda shy. Uh…I joined a band once."

"You did what?"

"I was in a band."

"Oh my, God what did you play?"

"Guitar. Sort of. I thought I was really good , I was really bad."

"What happened?"

"I had to write this completely cheesy song. Crash and Burn, for the battle of the bands at school. I was laughed off the stage."

"Oh"

"You would have laughed too though. Especially if you'd seen my hair."

"Can you sing the song for me?"

"No, no, no, no. That was embarrassing, Willie."

"Can I at least see a picture? I wanna see a picture."

"No, no, no. Forget it. I wouldn't want to ruin your perfect image of me."

"Too late, Meade."

That evening:

As much fun as they had during the weekend it was time for Daniel to go. They both had to work tomorrow. They pulled apart from their long goodbye kiss that seemed to take their breath away. They were currently standing by Willie's door with Daniel leaning against it with Willie pressed against him.

"Do you I have to go?" Daniel asked breathless

"I think you have to, Danny unless you want to do the walk of shame tomorrow morning in front of the press."

"The press? You mean the paparazzi will be in front of your building tomorrow?"

"They probably have been watching the building since yesterday. But they probably gonna start bugging us tomorrow."

"How am I going to get out?"

"Relax, Danny. You came here to talk to me about Mode business, the fact that they didn't see you coming in is not your problem."

"Wow, that easy?"

"Of course. We are sworn enemies, remember?" He smiled before capturing her lips once again

"Of course we are. I can't stand you woman." They shared a giggle as they stared at each other's eyes while Wilhelmina caressed his cheek. "I gotta go, babe."

"Yeah. See you tomorrow at the office." He gave her his mischievous grin "Business as usual, Daniel."

"Not even in the secret sex room?" He poked. She opened the door for him

"Goodbye, Daniel."

"Maybe during our lunch hour, no one will notice." She kissed him one more time

"Goodbye, Danny."

"Bye babe." She closed the door behind her while leaning against it. A huge smile spread across her face while she thought of her time with Daniel this weekend. While she was still pressed against the door, her thoughts were interrupted by her blackberry. She quickly rushed to the coffee table and saw that the text was from Daniel.

From: Daniel Meade

I know it's corny but I miss u already

To: Daniel Meade

From: Wilhelmina

Already? Daniel you just left. Where are you, in the elevator?

From: Daniel Meade

I just hopped in the cab actually.

To: Daniel Meade

From: Wilhelmina

Actually, I kind of miss you too

From: Daniel Meade

I can't wait 4 2moro. Sleep well…I hope you dream about me.

To: Daniel Meade

From: Wilhelmina

I also can't wait. But in the office no monkey business, alright? Good night XOXOXOXOXO

From: Daniel Meade

Yes ma'am. XOXOXOXOXOXOX

He sported a boyish grin the entire cab ride. He kept thinking about their wonderful weekend together and how everything between them seemed to flow naturally. He's never had that with any woman before. They both slept peacefully in their respective homes that night for the first time in months. That night the reality set in…Wilhelmina Slater and Daniel Meade were now a couple. Even they couldn't believe it and yet it was happening.