Do you ever have one of those days where you literally wake up smiling? Before you even open your eyes to look at your surroundings and remember where you are?

That happens to me today.

I'm lying on the couch, and as I start to wake up I feel Vic on my chest. I lay there and listen to her breathe for a minute before I open my eyes. She has her head on my chest, and her hair is sprawled about.

I fall back asleep, still smiling.

When I wake up again, it's because I feel a tiny finger tracing little circles on my chest. When I open my eyes, I see that she's still in the same position as before. I shift my body slightly to let her know I'm awake. She cranes her neck back to look at me.

"Hey," I mutter, my voice a little scratchy.

"Hey yourself," she says through a smile.

I clear my throat, and wish I had a glass of water. "How did you sleep?"

"Alright, though I don't think we got much sleep." She flashes a toothy grin.

I can't help but laugh. "I guess we didn't, did we?"

I reach down and brush a piece of hair out of her eyes and tuck it behind her ear. How can she look so beautiful first thing in the morning?

"I'm not complaining." She shifts her body and reaches up for a kiss.

She lays her head back down on my chest and is asleep within minutes. I need to get up and get something to drink, so I carefully slip out from underneath her. She stirs a little bit but falls back to sleep almost instantly. I slip my jeans on and head to the kitchen.

I barely have time to put on a pot of coffee and drink a glass of water when the phone rings. I scramble across the room trying to silence the phone before it wakes Vic up.

"Hello?" I try to talk quietly but not quite whisper.

"Dad, hey!"

"Hey, Punk. What's up?"

"I'm just getting ready for work, what are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing. I just put a pot of coffee on." I glance back at the couch to see if I've woken Vic, which I have. She's lying on her side propping herself up with an elbow, looking at me curiously.

"I was going to see if you wanted to eat breakfast, I could come by and make us something?" She says cheerfully.

Oh, no. She can't see Vic here.

"Oh, uhh… well actually I'm heading into work soon." I pause briefly. "How about you come over for dinner tonight? I'll make your favorite."

I make a mental note to buy stuff to make lasagna.

"I'd love to. I'll come over around 8."

"Okay, great. I'll see you tonight."

"Have a good day at work, Dad!"

I smile and nod, like she's here to see me. "Okay, I will. Bye."

I'm very aware of the fact that Vic is awake and heard our conversation, but I don't look in her direction as I walk back to the kitchen. I pour myself a cup of coffee and take a quick sip before setting it down on the counter that I'm leaning on.

After a wonderful night last night, it's back to the real world today. I haven't even had time to process my night with Vic yet and I'm already hiding it from my daughter. I should have known that I wouldn't be able to shut my brain off completely.

I hear Vic approaching me, and she lifts herself up to sit on the counter next to me.

"What's wrong?" Her voice is quiet.

I take a deep breath and try to figure out how to respond, but she speaks again before I can form a sentence.

"Come here."

I take another breath as I turn my head sideways to look up at her. She's wearing nothing but my shirt, and is gesturing for me to move closer to her. I oblige, and move in front of her as I rest my hands on her bare thighs.

"We're in this together now, Walt. Whatever it is you're thinking, you can tell me."

"I don't know how to act now." I decide to just blurt it out.

"You mean the morning after we just had sex?" She asks seriously.

I lift my head up to look at her. "That's not what I mean. All of those nerves are gone after last night," I say as I lean forward to kiss her chest.

"Good." She rests her hands on my shoulders, rubbing them gently, pausing briefly. "Cady wanted to come over here this morning, didn't she?"

"Yeah." I feel bad for how I dealt with Cady on the phone, steering her away from the cabin so quickly.

"And you're not ready to tell her yet."

She moves her hands from my shoulders up to the back of my head, running her fingers through my hair. She's silent for a minute before she continues.

"We can act normal at work, Walt, and in public. We don't have to tell anyone."

I look up at her in surprise. I was expecting her feelings to be hurt. "Really?"

"Of course. I didn't figure you completely changed your mind on what bothered you about us in the first place. I'm still the same age, and you're still my boss."

I nod. I was stupid to think that I could push all that away in one night.

"It's okay. Nobody has to know."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, it's fine." She smiles down at me. I'm looking for a hint of deception in her voice but it's not there. "I'm hoping we can eventually tell people, but when you're ready."

"Okay."

Is it possible that she is this amazing and understanding?

"Now quit sulking, you're putting a damper on my morning after." She pokes me in the chest playfully.

Apparently it is possible. "Yes ma'am," I say through a kiss, as my hands find their way under her shirt.

She lets out a soft moan as my hands touch her bare skin. "Mmm," she manages in between breaths. "This… is a," breath, "much better," breath, "good morning."

I enjoy the affect I have on her when I take charge. I lift her off the counter and carry her into the bedroom for short encore of last night.

We make it into the office a couple hours later. I headed in first while Vic went home to shower and grab her uniform.

Work was steady busy, with calls throughout the day. Vic spent most of the morning and afternoon with Ferg, but she accompanies me on the last call of the day.

"What do you have planned for tonight?" I look over at her in the passenger seat.

"Absolutely nothing, and I plan to enjoy it." She fakes a yawn, "I'm a little tired, someone kept me up late last night." She gives me a devilish grin.

I can't help but laugh. "I don't know who would do such a thing."

"You're having Cady over for dinner, right?"

"Yep."

"That'll be fun."

I nod. "Yep."

I don't know yet if I'm going to bring up Vic to Cady or not. I'm not embarrassed by her or anything, I'm just not sure I'm ready for everyone to know yet.

Baby steps, right?

"You know, I don't think you have to be worried about Cady. I don't think she has a problem with us."

I think back to the night Cady went home with Vic, and I wonder exactly what they talked about. "Did she say that?"

"Well not in those exact words, but when she was at my house the other night, she was the one asking questions about us and none of it seemed to bother her."

"Oh."

"Apparently, she thought that there was already something going on between us but you just weren't ready to tell her yet. Imagine that."

I frown back at her.

She reaches over and grabs my hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. You're not ready to tell her, and she obviously understands that. Otherwise, she would have asked you about me a long time ago."

I nod, understanding what she's saying. "I know. I want to tell her." I pause, thinking about how to word this next part. "But I also want to keep you to myself for a bit."

I could look at her smile all day long.

"Even after people find out about us, I'm still all yours, you know."

I nod, turning my attention back to the road. "I know."

I'm counting on it.