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Jane might have been thrilled at the idea of the honeymoon, but she was considerably less enthused at the shopping trip that preceded it. She glared at Kurt balefully as a knock sounded on the door at half past seven Saturday morning as she sipped her coffee. "I don't suppose you could tell them that I've come down with a bug and don't feel up to going?"
Kurt grinned at her as he started for the door. "I could, but I won't." Whether she liked it or not, this outing would be good for her. And in her own rough way, Zapata was trying to make amends. He didn't want anything to derail that progress. "Morning, ladies," he greeted as he opened the door, discreetly slipping his credit card into Zapata's hand.
"It is now," Zapata said with a grin as she placed the credit card in her purse. "I've always wanted to have carte blanche to spend my boss's money."
Kurt just shook his head at her, trusting in Jane's frugality and Patterson's common sense to keep Zapata's overspending tendencies in check. He retrieved Jane's coat as the ladies greeted her and bundled her into it before she could protest any further.
Jane sighed as she followed them out the door. "I don't suppose we could just . . . go to Target?" The chorus of no's that greeted her suggestion was disappointing but not really unexpected, and she gave in with as much grace as she could muster as they laid out their own plans for the day.
And then they proceeded to ignore her objections entirely as they hustled her from one store to the next, purchasing more clothing than she was sure she would wear in a year, as well as expensive outerwear that they both insisted she would need for the honeymoon, and a small assortment of makeup and jewelry. Jane's eye caught on one necklace that reminded her strikingly of the one Kurt had given her when he thought she was Taylor Shaw, and she gazed at it longingly, but she stood firm in her refusal to buy it, and for once, Zapata and Patterson didn't press the issue.
It was after six o'clock before they returned her to the apartment, and Jane definitely felt like dropping after shopping with them all day. Kurt had clearly been productive as well, and Jane's mouth watered at the aroma that met them as she opened the door. She was going to have to hold him to those cooking lessons he'd promised . . . and make sure some of his recipes accompanied her in the divorce.
"I can see you ladies have had a busy day," Kurt said with a laugh as he rushed to take some of Jane's bags before turning to help Patterson and Zapata as well. "I hope you've worked up an appetite. We'd love for you to join us for dinner."
"We accept," Zapata said promptly. "Besides, we still have to help Jane pack for the honeymoon." And she'd barely had time to glance around when they were here this morning.
"Great," Kurt said cheerfully as Jane tried not to gape at him. When had her normally taciturn husband turned into Martha Stewart? "Dinner still has about thirty minutes to go, so why don't I help you carry these things into our room? It will be easier to pack in there."
"Your room?" Zapata asked, leveling a curious look at Jane, who turned an interesting shade of pink as she glanced away. "You two are staying together? I thought—"
"Kurt had already started turning the guest room into a nursery," Jane interrupted quickly as she grabbed an armload of bags. "Otherwise I would have moved in there."
Of course you would have, Zapata thought with amusement. For two weeks, tops. She'd bet any amount of money that the bed-sharing wouldn't be platonic by the time they returned from the honeymoon. Or if it was, it wouldn't be for lack of trying on Weller's part. His heart was in his eyes every time he looked at Jane, but she was more reserved. Zapata had caught several longing glances on her part in recent days as well, though, when she thought nobody was looking.
She and Patterson took charge of the packing as well, once again ignoring Jane's protests about their selections, snipping the tags and placing the items in the suitcases with such efficiency that by the time Weller let them know dinner was ready, Jane was all packed.
Well, almost. Zapata discreetly pulled one more item from her purse as the other two women left the room and slipped it beneath a layer of clothes before zipping the bag up and following them out to the dining room.
"Wow," she commented as she took a seat at the table, her mouth watering at the sight of the Cornish hens on a bed of wild rice, flanked by roasted green beans. "I heard you were a good cook, but you've really outdone yourself, boss man. Jane, you're going to get fat if you're not careful, eating like this all the time."
"Hardly," Kurt said with a laugh as he added more rice and green beans to her plate. "She hardly eats enough to keep a bird alive, but I'm working on that. I'll get some weight on her if it's the last thing I do."
"Hey," Jane protested, not sure whether to be amused or annoyed at his solicitousness, but letting the former win out, as it had nearly every time since they had found out they were married. Every day the feeling of loneliness that had been her constant companion for so long faded a little more, and the walls she had built up after her return continued to crumble. In spite of all the uncertainty surrounding her, for the first time she could remember, she was beginning to feel truly . . . happy.
And it scared the hell out of her.
Kurt wanted to get an early start in the morning, since it was a four-hour drive, and there was snow in the area, so they turned in not long after Zapata and Patterson left. She awoke tangled in Kurt's arms just as she had every morning since their marriage, but today she didn't immediately roll out of them. He was idly running his fingers through her hair, and she didn't want him to stop.
The change in Jane's breathing alerted Kurt to the fact that she was awake. "Morning," he greeted. This was normally the part where she hastily put some distance between them, but to his surprise and delight, today she simply snuggled closer as she returned his greeting. "I suppose we should get up," he said eventually when he could see she was beginning to fall asleep again. "How about I make us some coffee while you get the first shower?"
That had been their routine since they first began living together, and Jane nodded sleepily as she reluctantly left the shelter of Kurt's arms and rolled out of bed. She showered quickly and pulled on her favorite of the new sweaters she had bought yesterday and a new pair of jeans before going to meet Kurt in the kitchen.
"Wow," Kurt said as he caught sight of Jane in her new outfit. "You look . . . really nice." Beautiful, he meant, and he had never hated his awkwardness with words more than at that moment. He handed her a steaming mug of coffee. "Just the way you like it. I'll go get ready and fix us breakfast, then we'll hit the road."
He hurried as quickly as he could, but despite his best intentions, it was shortly after nine before they took off. They drove in silence until they were on the outskirts of the city, and then Kurt turned the radio on to a station playing Christmas carols and began singing along. "Come on," he said at Jane's dubious expression. "Sing along with me. I'm not that bad, am I?"
Slightly off-key was being generous, but Jane simply shook her head at him. "All right. Who are you, and what have you done with my husband?"
Kurt felt warmth bloom in his chest as Jane called him her husband, but rather than answer her, he simply grinned and launched into the next song.
His triumph was complete when, after a brief hesitation, Jane joined in.