Matthew's alarm went off like it did every morning. Jules stirred as the sound jarred her awake.

"Maaaaa!" she groaned sleepily, too tired to actually form her husband's name.

One arm unwrapped itself from Jules and reached for the far side night stand. It searched around clumsily. When it didn't find purchase, Matthew moved both of his arms to check his pockets. He found his phone and finally turned off his alarm.

"Sorry," he whispered gently. He kissed her head softly as he started to wake up. He kept kissing her bed head, which brought a smile to Jules' face. He stopped when he realized what conversation they had the day before.

"Crap! I'm sorry. Forgot." Matthew sat up and rubbed his face.

"'S okay, birdie," Jules turned over and started to open her eyes. "You can make up for it if you stay home with me today."

Matthew's brow furrowed. "Birdie?" His eyes went wide as he remembered something very important. "How did you know that you call me that?"

Jules laughed. "Why wouldn't I call you 'birdie?' You keep pecking at my face..."

"Do you remember me?" he asked excitedly. "I mean, more about me?"

"I remember everything," Jules said in awe. Matthew took a moment to register, and then his soft lips attacked her face.

"Everything?" He almost teased.

"I remember the day we met. Our first night together. I remember our biggest fights and the day we got married. I remember every inch of your body. I remember being as happy as I could possibly be and feeling your kisses all over my face first thing in the morning..."

Matthew kissed her lips. Jules lifted her arms and hooked them around Matthew's next, happy to kiss him as regularly as she used to.

"This is unbelievable!" Matthew's eyes were starting to tear up. "You remember! Your memories..."

"Aw, don't cry, birdie." Jules reached over to wipe his face. She caressed his chest and torso. She could feel his ribs. "You've gotten so skinny. I hate that I've made you worry this much."

"But I'm so happy." Matthew grinned with relief.

Jules kissed him slowly, enough to pour years of love onto his lips.

"I have something for you," Jules announced. Matthew let her reach back to her night stand and grab her journal. "Happy anniversary!"

"Your diary?" Matthew was confused.

"It's not a diary." She smiled. "It's a love letter. From our first year of marriage."

Matthew sat back and opened it to the first page. He laughed and started flipping through the book. He really started crying then. He got to the last page and covered his mouth.

Even Jules was beginning to get a little misty. "I've never been good at expressing how much I love you. I kinda regret that now after everything. But I really do love you. If my journal can offer you a little bit of proof..."

"Thank you," Matthew's voice broke. "I can tell. I love you so much, Jules." He wiped at his eyes.

Jules gave a tiny smile. "Traditionally, you're supposed to get me a present, too, but I understand if you don't."

"Hold on." Matthew got off the bed and headed over to their closet. "It's not as good as yours. And I didn't have time to wrap it..." Mathew tossed a piece of cloth at his wife. Jules unfolded it to find a Mighty Ducks logo.

"Your lucky shirt!" Jules laughed with delight. "I thought you said you burned it after our second date."

"I was going to, but you mentioned how much you loved it..."

"I do love it." Jules stripped off her shirt and put her present on. The fabric was worn down to a thin, delicate softness. It was almost a perfect fit except the places where Matthew had stretched it out too far by forcing it over his body. "How do I look?"

Matthew was speechless. Jules giggled as he positioned himself over her. He pulled at the over stretched collar to kiss her bosom.

"So, you are planning to skip work today?" Jules could hear the breath hitch in her voice. Matthew knew her body so well. She didn't think she could bear it if he continued like this and didn't intend to stay in bed with her.

Jules could feel his grin on her skin. "I'll call the clinic right now."

He pulled out his phone, and as if it was jinxed, it started to ring. When he looked at the screen, his eyes went wide and answered immediately.

"Hello?"

Jules watched his expression carefully. This wasn't just any phone call.

"I-it's fine! Jules is fine. She's not in a coma anymore. She woke up about a week ago."

Jules had to think about who else would be that far out of the loop.

Matthew looked mortified for a moment. "I, uh, I... That's really more up to Jules. You'd have to ask her if you wanted to visit."

Jules glared at her husband. He looked apologetically at her. "Your mom," he mouthed. Jules held her hand out for Matthew to give her the phone.

"Ah, Jules wants to talk to you," Matthew said. He hastened to hand the phone over to his wife.

"Mom," Jules greeted her with one word.

"Jules, thank God you're alive! Your father and I just got back from our cruise and heard you got into an accident. To think we almost lost you again..."

"Stop," she said curtly. "Two years ago, I didn't want you guys in any part of my life. If you really want to be back, you're going to have to accept Westley first." The way her mother had used Jules instead of Julia gave her hope.

"I-I can do that," her mother said.

Jules sighed. It was at least a start. "Fine. Talk to Westley, and we can all go out for dinner or something."

"Oh, Jules. We've missed so much. We didn't even know you had gotten married. Your husband sounds..."

"I'm kind of busy. We can talk after you've called Westley." Jules hung up.

She groaned. "I almost forgot you called my parents."

"Sorry," Matthew apologized. "I really thought you might die."

"It's fine," she sighed. "At least it's not as bad as when you tried to invite them to our wedding."

Matthew shuddered. "You wouldn't see me for a week. I was scared you were going to call the whole thing off."

"Good thing I love you more than I hate my parents."

"It sounds like you might be starting to make up with them now..."

"We'll see how it goes. I still like your parents better."

Matthew cleared his throat. "Speaking of them, they've been bugging me to let them come visit."

Jules laughed. "Ha! Your mom probably just wants to make sure I'm still capable of giving her grandkids."

"She knows that it'll be a while until we're ready for that," Matthew defended his mom.

That brought Jules to her original train of thought. "You should call the clinic now."

"Right, and you should probably feed your chickens," Matthew agreed.

"Reconvene in five minutes?" Jules suggested.

Matthew kissed her instead of letting her go. "I love you," he emphasized.

She pressed his cellphone to his lips. "Call your work, and you can show me how much you love me. Three weeks is far too long without sex, and we've got a lot to make up for."