AN:Well, since so many of you have already viewed the last chapter... I'll give you this one early. That's right. Second update in the same day, so if you just went straight to this page and did not read another chapter today... Go back one. :) Enjoy!

How the Cookie Crumbles

I'm weak. Yeah. I know that. Or as Platt would probably say…. When it comes to Adam, I crumble like a chocolate chip cookie. So, I crumbled. Sue me. It had been a long day. We're married, right? I am in so much trouble.

He's asleep right now and I'm still tucked right into his side. 1AM. I can see the hall clock from where I am and I know I should be going back to sleep since we both have work in the morning and still have not really talked about a thing. Talking is so over rated, right? I need to think.

I carefully extract myself from his side and slip on his t-shirt that had landed on the floor next to the bed. I try not to pay attention to the fact that I can smell his cologne on it and how that just makes my insides all gooey. Nope. Not acknowledging that. I spy his jeans and begin looking through the pockets. I find what I'm looking for and then take it and head for the kitchen. I need a drink of water anyway.

Once I get to the kitchen, I carefully unfold our wedding certificate and try to press out the creases. I leave it on the counter as I get my water. I don't know what I was expecting to find. It's all there. Our names. They are even spelled correctly which is amazing if we were as drunk as I think we must have been. There's that official looking stamp and some official's signature. I guess I was thinking maybe there might be that small print that said this was not an official document and we had somehow ended up at one of those fake wedding chapels. Nope. I should know better than that. I can remember us stumbling into my hotel room door. I can remember how urgently I had been trying to fumble with that damn keycard. I can almost still feel his hands on me and it isn't just the recent re-enactment that makes it so vivid. We may have been drunk but apparently my sense of touch had not been dulled at all. I take deep gulp of my water and had just swallowed when…

"Needing to see the proof."

"Oh, God."

I spin around and, ok, he just scared the daylights out of me. He was lucky I didn't drop my glass. I've got my hand over my heart like I can keep it in my chest.

"Christ, Adam."

"Sorry. I woke up and you weren't in bed. Figured I should make sure you hadn't tried to run away."

Ok, now that is just ridiculous.

"My apartment. Where would I run?"

Adam just shrugs as he is leaning against the door frame to my kitchen.

"I'm just trying to process, ok? I mean I've got a pretty big gap. Last I remember we were fighting about something and then we were in the hotel. Pretty big shift."

He shrugs again before speaking.

"Or not. Maybe we needed that fight."

Alarm bells start going off at level 10 in my head. Oh, he remembers plenty.

"What was the fight about, Adam? You remember everything don't you."

"I didn't say that. I just figure maybe we needed to air some stuff. Maybe that was all we needed."

I'm glaring. I know this. I'm trying to see if he will flinch. Show a chink in that armor that I assume he is wearing to keep me from the truth. I don't see it. I let out a huge breath in defeat. If he does know, he is not going to tell me.

"We'll remember, Kim. Just give it time. And sleep. We need sleep."

He holds his hand out to me and I have to make a decision. I throw in the towel and take his hand. I need to quit fighting for now. I let him lead me back to bed and I tuck myself into his side. I drift off to sleep trying to not think about how easy it is to let him hold me or how much it makes me feel like I am finally home.