Sam stirred gently as she felt the rays of sunshine rest on her eyes. She rolled over to curl up to Jack, and her eyes opened slowly as she felt the emptiness of the spot beside her. "Jack?"
"Yes?" He asked from the doorway.
She rolled back over. "Jack?" She asked, seeing him in the doorway with a small tray in his hands.
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty."
She gave a derisive laugh. "Okay...you're lying."
"Nope, and I brought you breakfast."
"Oh?" She asked with a chuckle.
"Yep." He said, walking over. "Stuffed French Toast."
She raised her eyebrows. "Are you serious?"
He nodded.
"You got up early and cooked for me?"
"Nope. I got up early and picked it up from IHOP."
She laughed. "That's better."
He chuckled.
"Come on over, flyboy." She said with a small smile.
"Yes, ma'am." He chuckled.
He sat beside her on the bed. "So, after breakfast, we'll get some groceries, and then we'll spend the day doing relaxing things. Like the massage I scheduled."
"Massage?" She asked, having taken a bite of French toast.
"Yeah. The one and only scheduled activity of the day."
"You scheduled a massage?" She asked again.
"Yes. I did. And you will go, and I will wait for you until you get back."
"You know, you could get a massage too..." She said, looking at him somewhat strangely.
"I have plans that would require me to be alone in your house for a little while."
"What?" She asked, confused.
"Just trust me."
"Okay." She said after a moment. "I'll trust you."
"Great." He said with a grin.
She leaned over, and kissed him gently. "Have a bite of breakfast." She said, offering him a bite of the French toast.
"So, what do you want us to get at the grocery store?"
"Just a half-gallon of milk, some whole wheat bread, chicken, lettuce, a couple of apples, carrots, and some cheese."
"You know, why don't you let me do the grocery shopping while you're at your massage?"
"What?" She asked, surprised.
"Trust me."
"Okay." She said, nodding again.
"Good. You won't regret it."
"I never have." She said, tenderly.
