When Steve woke up the next morning, he was all alone. He peeked under the covers at his morning wood. He couldn't help but imagine what 25 year-old Steve would do about it. As fantasies flashed before him, it only made his member ache more. He stood and went quickly to the shower. He turned the water to the coldest setting and hopped in. He shivered as the ice-cold water ran down his still wounded body and onto his hard member. It wasn't long before he was soft and comfortable again. He got dressed and walked into the kitchen where he expected to find Laura, but she wasn't there. He heard a voice coming from the office and knocked.

Laura glanced up from the computer and stared at the door. Did he just knock? Really? "Come in," she said, rolling her eyes.

Steve walked in to find her on the phone.

"Ok," she agreed. "We'll see you at three. Thank you so much." She paused. "Thanks. Goodbye," she said as she hung up the phone. She turned to look at Steve as she set the phone back down in its cradle. "Good morning, baby," she smiled.

"Good morning, sunshine," he smiled back hesitantly.

"I made us an appointment today with the best marriage counselor in the city."

"If he's the best, why did he have an opening?"

"She didn't have an opening," Laura corrected. "She's just so interested in our case that she cancelled on somebody else."

"Well, that's not fair," Steve argued.

"No, it's not, but I don't care. I want to fix our marriage, don't you?" Laura argued, standing up.

"There's nothing wrong with our marriage," Steve said softly.

"Hm," she said. "So that wasn't a cold shower you just took?"

His eyes widened. "How did you know?"

"Because I know you, Steve. I know how you take care of yourself when I can't or won't. Now, this morning, I would have happily taken care of your problem, but you didn't ask me to. I want to fix this."

"But, Laura," he argued nervously, "you don't have to do that for me. I don't need you to take care of it for me."

"Maybe you don't," Laura said, "but I have needs, too, Steve, and I do need you to take care of them for me." She stared at him unflinchingly.

Steve's jaw dropped. Laura Winslow needed him to take care of her… needs?

She stepped closer to him. "Besides, I want to have a baby someday, and you need to be willing to touch me if that's ever gonna happen."

"I thought you wanted to wait for your Steve for that," Steve said nervously.

"I do," Laura nodded, stepping even closer, "but I won't wait forever. I want to have a baby with Steve Urkel. Period."

Steve reached out and cupped her cheek. "He wants to have a baby with you, too," he promised, "but for now, we're still waiting, right?"

"Yes," Laura agreed with a nod, "but I want us to be ready when that day comes." She grabbed his hands and squeezed them.

"Ok," he nodded. "Three o'clock."

"Three o'clock," she repeated, leaning forward to peck his lips.

"See?" he said as she pulled back. "I'm willing to touch you."

Laura stepped into him and pressed her body to his. She felt him start to shake and raised a hand to his face. She gently stroked his cheek and smiled as he leaned his head closer. "Until you're ready to touch me the way you have to to put a baby in me, we've got some work to do." She tapped his cheek gently and stepped away. He gripped the desk beside him to stabilize himself. Laura looked him up and down and smiled at him flirtatiously. "So much for that cold shower, huh?" she whispered. She blew him a kiss and slipped out the door.

Steve immediately collapsed to the futon. How did she know that?!

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When they got to the counselor's office at three, they were both nervous. She ushered them right into her office and smiled brightly. Steve noticed that she looked positively giddy, and he understood why. As a scientist, he knew what it felt like to take on a new project, but he didn't like the fact that he was the experiment this time.

"So, Steve," Dr. Miranda Adams began after they finished their introductions, "why won't you have sex with your wife?"

Steve's jaw dropped, and he began to stammer. Laura's eyes widened, and she looked nervously at Steve. Maybe this counselor wasn't a good fit for them if she insisted on being so blunt. Steve had never been good with blunt. Laura sat up straighter and tried to answer for him. "Steve's just—"

The counselor held up a hand to Laura's face, and Laura reared back, blinking dramatically. "I was talking to Steve," Miranda clarified.

Laura rolled her eyes and looked away for a moment to compose herself.

"Steve?" Miranda pressed.

"W-w-well, I-I don't… I love her, b-b-b-b…" he trailed off and looked away in shame.

"Steve, stop," Miranda said firmly. "Your marriage is never gonna last if you don't learn to communicate openly about sex, but I'll let you start with an easy question and work your way up. Do you love your wife?"

Steve looked at Laura who met his gaze. "Yes," he said sincerely. "I love her more than anything in the world. She is the greatest gift I've ever been given."

Laura blushed and looked away, but she reached out and took his hand.

"Ok, why do you love her?"

Steve looked back at the doctor incredulously. Wasn't it obvious? "She's kind. She's smart. She's strong and independent. She's funny. She's spunky. She's beautiful," he paused for a moment and looked at her again. "She's perfect," he finished, squeezing her hand gently.

Miranda nodded. "Is she all those things?" Miranda asked. "Or was she all those things?"

Steve looked back at Miranda. "What do you mean?"

"Laura, did you bring the pictures I asked you to bring?"

Laura nodded and pulled two photos out of her purse. She glanced down at them before handing them to Miranda. One was of her after a cheerleading competition when she was sixteen. The other was of her on her wedding day.

Miranda held both photos up. "Which of these women is kind? Which is smart? Which is strong and independent? Which is funny? Which is spunky? Which is beautiful?"

Steve shook his head. "I don't understand. They both are. They're both Laura."

"Yes, but which one do you feel most loyal to?"

Laura stared at him as he thought, though he avoided her eyes. He gazed ahead at the pictures and listened to his gut, but he didn't like what he heard. "I don't wanna do this anymore," he said, standing abruptly and letting go of her hand.

Laura gasped. His answer seemed pretty clear whether he had said it aloud or not.

"Why not, Steve?" Miranda prompted.

"Because it's dumb," he replied. He looked down at Laura. "Laura Lee, I wanna go home."

She gawked at him. "Steve," she said softly with a gentle shake of her head, "I think we should stay. I think we need to talk about this."

"Laura, it's silly. Both of those pictures are you. I'm loyal to you," he said firmly.

"Steve," Miranda said, "is Laura exactly the same as she was when you were sixteen?"

He turned and glared at her. "Well, no," he replied. "Of course not. It's been nine years."

"Sit back down and list the differences."

Steve sat, but he didn't begin to list anything. "Why?"

"Because you need to take full account of your feelings, and Laura needs to know exactly how you're feeling. Start with the easy stuff. Does she look exactly the same?"

He took both pictures from the doctor and held them closer. "No," he replied.

Laura looked away. She wasn't sure why the doctor thought the physical traits would be starting off easy. For Laura, the physical differences between herself at sixteen and at twenty-five were some of her deepest insecurities. She was certain she was a better person now than she was then, but she was less confident in the changes that had taken place in her physically. She knew she was still smoking hot, but she looked different. She crossed one arm in front of her and began to rub the other one comfortingly as she looked out the window behind Miranda.

"What's different?" she probed.

"Her hair is shorter," he said.

"Ok, good. That's one. Do you like her hair shorter or longer?"

Laura cringed uncomfortably. She didn't care about Steve's opinion on her hair length, but if they played that game for every change, she wasn't sure she could take it.

"I don't really care, honestly," he said.

"Ok. Sometimes, that's true, but if that's your answer to all of my questions, I'm going to be suspicious," she said. "Now, what else?"

He looked down at the picture of her younger-self and looked her up and down. Her body was different, but he didn't know how to talk about any of that. "I don't know," he grumbled.

"Fine, we'll come back to you. Laura," Miranda said, turning to her suddenly, "what has changed about you physically?"

Laura turned back to her when she said her name. She took a deep breath and just gave in to the exercise. There were some things that Steve just couldn't say, but she knew they had to talk about it if they wanted to heal. "I'm fatter," she said.

Steve turned to her quickly. "Laura," he said, "you are not fat."

Laura looked up at him. She was surprised by how relieved she was to hear that. "I know I'm not fat, but I'm fatter. I weigh more," she explained.

"Not much more," he pressed.

She shrugged and looked away again.

"Good. We found a sore spot," Miranda said excitedly as they both glared at her. "Steve, can you tell that Laura weighs more now? Honest answer, please."

Steve looked at her for a moment and then back at the doctor. "Yes," he admitted, "but–"

"No 'buts'" Miranda interrupted as Laura kept her eyes locked on the floor, covering herself to the best of her abilities. "Steve, do you find her more attractive at this weight or her weight at sixteen?"

"This weight," he answered without hesitation.

Laura looked up at him. "Really?" she asked.

He smiled sympathetically at her. "Yes, my pet. You're beautiful."

Laura smiled softly and blushed deeply, but she didn't break eye contact.

"See? This is an important conversation. Sometimes I get soldiers coming in with marital problems in the bedroom after they come home from a long deployment. It's usually a deeper issue involving PTSD, but sometimes even simple conversations like this help break down some barriers to intimacy one partner didn't even know were there. People change when they're away for a while. This situation's not that different," Miranda explained.

Steve nodded. Maybe he really could do this.

"Now, Steve, why do you prefer Laura at this weight?"

He looked at her. "Well, I would find her attractive no matter how much she weighed," he clarified.

"Fine, but what is it about her weight that you like now?" she pushed.

Steve blushed and looked away from both women. "She's curvier," he admitted softly.

Laura couldn't contain her smile.

"In what way?" Miranda said. "You have to say it, Steve. You need to learn how to talk to your wife about these things."

Steve remained silent.

"If it helps, you can pretend I'm not here. Just look at Laura, Steve, and tell her what you like."

Steve looked slowly at Laura, forcing himself to make eye contact and chickening out again and again. After what seemed like forever, he finally met her kind eyes and exhaled in relief. "Laura, I… I like… No, I-I love… your hips," he began.

Her smile softened. "Thank you," she replied. He was certainly starting off slowly.

"What else, Steve?" Miranda prompted.

Steve's face flushed, and he was clearly sweating. He glanced down at her body, allowing his eyes to rest on it. "Your legs," he whispered.

"Can you try something more intimate, Steve?" Miranda asked.

Steve looked away from Laura and back at the doctor. "I don't feel comfortable talking like that," he admitted.

Miranda nodded and exhaled, "Laura, maybe it would help if you started."

Laura looked back at the doctor. "What do you mean?"

"Tell Steve what you like about his body, specifically the parts that have changed since he was younger."

Laura turned back to Steve and smiled flirtatiously, glancing up and down his body as obviously as possible. She reached out and laced her fingers with his. "Steve, your body has changed so much since we were kids. You used to be so short and scrawny, but have you really looked at yourself since you got amnesia? You are so sexy, Steve," she purred.

Steve swallowed hard as he stared intently into her eyes.

"Be specific, Laura," Miranda prompted, "but start slow."

"Well, Steve, obviously, you're taller and I love that. Your face has matured." She reached out and ran her hand down his cheek and under his chin, making him giggle and wiggle with excitement. "You have such a strong chin, and occasionally, you grow a little stubble," she teased. Laura allowed her eyes to drift down to his torso. She moved closer to him so she could speak more quietly and intimately. "You have really filled-out, Steve. You're muscular but not freakishly so. Your pecs are firm. Your abs are defined. Your biceps are huge." Steve stared at her, amazed to hear her talk about him like that. Laura smiled to herself as another trait came to mind. "It's kind of silly, but when I first started falling for you," she began, "I loved staring at your butt."

His eyes widened. "What?"

"You heard me," she teased. "There used to be no meat on your bones. No muscle, no fat, but after we kissed, I just started noticing things about you that I never had before. When you were sixteen, your butt was flat as pancake, but now…"

Steve's heart was pounding in his ears. "But now?"

"Mm…" she purred. She leaned close to him and whispered, "Baby got back."

Steve blushed and looked away. "Laura," he scolded softly.

"What?" she asked.

"Did that comment make you uncomfortable, Steve?" Miranda asked.

"Yes," he admitted softly.

Laura's eyes grew deeply hurt. "I-I'm sorry," she replied immediately. "I was just trying to make you feel a little more confident."

"That's ok," he said softly.

"Is it really ok, Steve?" Miranda pressed. "Do you accept her apology?"

"Of course," he said.

"Good. If you two can push each other's boundaries a little bit every day, and still forgive each other when a line is crossed, you just might make it over this little bump in the road," she said. "Now, we still have forty-five minutes, but I want to give you your homework right now. Tonight, I want you two to go home and have dinner. Climb into bed together and kiss for a couple of minutes. Laura said you've been comfortable kissing a little, right?"

"Yes," Steve nodded, "but sometimes, things start to move too fast when we kiss."

"Well, that won't happen tonight," she assured him. "You're going to kiss for a few minutes, and then you're just gonna talk."

"About anything?" Laura asked. "Or something specific?"

"You're each going to give each other three compliments about your bodies. That means from the neck down. Go back and forth. Laura gives a compliment, Steve gives a compliment, and so on, and they can't be anything we've already discussed here. That means you can't compliment her legs or her hips again, Steve. You'll probably both have to get a little more explicit, but I think you'll both feel more comfortable doing that in private."

Steve wasn't sure that was true. Though he was extremely uncomfortable discussing these things with another person in the room, talking intimately with Laura when they were all alone was much more… dangerous. He knew it could lead to things he wasn't sure he was ready for.

"After you each give three compliments, you each need to share an insecurity about your own bodies, and your partner will respond. You need to be honest with each other, and you need to be supportive. Do you think you can do that?" she asked.

They both nodded, but Laura had a follow-up question. "What if… while we're talking, things go further?" she asked nervously. "Should we stop ourselves or…?"

"That's an important question, Laura. You two should never stop yourselves from doing something you both sincerely want to do, but you're in a very fragile place right now. It's clear that Steve is the most vulnerable, so you need to follow his lead. If he wants to just do the homework and stop, then you need to let him stop. If he wants to try to take things further, and you feel comfortable doing so, then by all means, go for it. We probably won't get to a point where one day I tell you that your homework is to have sex. One day, more than likely, everything will just click for you. Does that make sense?"

"Yes," Laura agreed.

"So tomorrow, we'll talk about what you discussed, but for now, I want to switch gears. Tell me about your childhood, Steve."

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That night, Laura and Steve went back to the apartment. They made dinner together and ate, talking casually. They watched the evening news together, and when they were finally ready for bed, they both changed into innocent pajamas in separate rooms. They finished their nightly routines and climbed into bed beside one another with only their bedside lamps to illuminate them.

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Night One:

"So," Laura began, "are you ready?"

Steve nodded, "If you are."

"How do you wanna do this?" she asked. "When we were lying down and kissing last night, was that too much for you?"

Steve shrugged uncomfortably. "Could we try it sitting up?" he asked.

"Of course," she agreed.

"Ok," he said.

"Ok," Laura replied. She sat there, staring at him intently, but she didn't move.

"Aren't you going to kiss me?" he asked.

"Well, you could kiss me," she reminded him softly.

"That wasn't part of the homework," he said nervously.

"She didn't specify who had to kiss who, Steve," Laura explained.

"No, but it was kind of implied that we shouldn't change anything," he reasoned.

"She said we could change things if you wanted to. Don't you want to kiss me?" she asked.

"Yes, but this is all moving so fast," he complained.

Laura took a deep breath and sighed. "Ok," she conceded. "Ok, relax. Then I won't push. Can I please kiss you?"

Steve half-smiled. "Well, that was the assignment," he said bashfully.

Laura leaned over and kissed him softly. She followed his lead, only opening her mouth when he did, using her tongue when he did, embracing him tightly when he did. She made sure to moan only in response to his. When nearly an hour had passed, she finally pulled away.

"Wow," he said softly in a low voice.

She smiled. "Oh, that was nothing. When you and I were engaged, we used to spend hours doing that because you wouldn't even consider taking things further, though we usually talked more in between."

"Are you glad that we waited?" he asked.

"Yes," she admitted. "Yes, I am very, very glad."

"Good," he smiled. "I'm glad, too."

"So," Laura continued, moving the conversation forward, "are you ready to finish our homework?"

"You and I used to do our homework together a lot," he reminded her.

"That's because you always ensured you were in all of my classes. It just made sense to put you to good use if you were going to be stalking me anyway," she joked. He blushed and looked away, so she moved closer to him and placed a gentle hand on his back. "I'm so grateful you were there then, and I'm even more grateful that you're still here – and healthy – now."

Steve smiled at her uncomfortably. He appreciated the encouragement, but all of this was weighing on him quite heavily. "Do you want to start or should I?" he asked.

"That's completely up to you," she said.

"I want to start," he said.

"Ok," she agreed, smiling at him sweetly and reaching out for his hands.

He grasped hers tightly in return and stared at it for a moment. "I like your hands," he said, glancing up at her nervously.

She waited for a moment, until she realized he was counting that one. "Really?" she asked. "That's how you want to use your first compliment?"

"Hey!" he said defensively. "They're below the neck, and I didn't bring them up earlier."

"Ok, fine," she laughed. "Talk about my hands."

"I remember, when we were really young, all I wanted to do was hold your hand, but every time I tried, you slapped my hand away."

Laura nodded. "Because I didn't want to hold your hand," she explained.

"But now," he continued, "I can hold your hand?"

"Absolutely," she encouraged, squeezing his hands. "I think if you put a ring on it, you're pretty much allowed to hold it whenever." She paused for a moment when an important memory came to mind. "Actually, when we first got engaged, you used to just sit and hold my hand all the time, running your thumb over the ring again and again, just like you're doing now. It was like you wanted to make sure the whole thing was real."

"It's kind of hard to believe," he reminded her.

"Ok, my hands were a good one, but feel free to be a little braver next time," she prompted.

"Your turn," he reminded her.

She had picked out her three things on the way home from the counselor. She knew one of them would be easier for him to hear than the other two, so she started with that one. "I love your skin," she whispered. "It's so soft and smooth. It feels so good against mine. Plus, you look so sexy when we're fooling around, and you start to sweat. You get so shiny, and you just kind of glisten."

Steve smiled bashfully. "Thank you," he said.

"You're welcome," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him softly. "Your turn," she said.

It was a little easier for him this time. He was starting to get the hang of it. He used to compliment her constantly. Sure, he was a little less specific, but it was still like riding a bike. In that moment, he promised himself to try harder to compliment her as much as he used to. Sure, they were in an uncomfortable position at the moment, but he was certain his twenty-five year-old self still showered her in compliments, so he could only imagine how difficult it must have been for her to lose that kind of constant encouragement. "Your stomach," he said.

She cocked her head at him. Why couldn't they just talk about her boobs already?! "My stomach," she repeated tentatively.

He nodded. "We were talking today about you putting on an itty-bitty bit of weight in nine years," he emphasized, and she smiled in embarrassment, looking away from him, "but your stomach is still so flat. I like that you're fit, Laura. I'll love you no matter what you look like, and I will always think you're beautiful, but I like that your stomach is flat, and the muscles are tight."

"I don't think it's as flat as you think it is. You just haven't seen it."

"Then show me," he said softly.

"Really?"

"Well, you don't have to," he backtracked.

"No!" she said quickly. "I want to! I just want you to be sure that you want to."

He nodded but said nothing.

"Ok," she smiled brightly. "Then I'll just take off my top," she announced, placing her hands at the bottom of her tank top.

"No," he corrected, grabbing her hands. "No, no, no. Just lie back, and lift your shirt up a bit." She frowned for a split-second before following his directions. She lay back and lifted her shirt just below her breasts. He lay down beside her and looked closely at her soft skin. "Can I touch you?" he asked.

"Anywhere," she whispered.

He reached out a shaky hand and placed it on her stomach. He was surprised. It was softer than he had thought it would be. It was certainly softer than his, but he liked that. It was feminine. It was still flat. It was still smooth. The muscles were still tight, but it was soft and fragile.

In this position, Laura couldn't help but think of her Steve. She thought back to their pregnancy scare. She had been so upset, but Steve had been over the moon. He had spent some time like this, with his hand on her stomach in bed, when he thought she was asleep, talking to their future baby. Laura reached up and stroked this Steve's cheek.

He smiled at her. "I love you," he whispered.

Laura was surprised to hear him say that. He still said it unprompted from time to time, but a lot less than he used to before the accident. More than that, she thought touching her would have shocked him into complete silence. She was glad that it hadn't. "I love you, too, Steve," she whispered back. She smiled at him sweetly. "So what do you think?" she asked, placing her hand on his on her stomach. "It's not as fit as you thought it was, is it?"

"It feels even better than I thought," he said.

"What?" Laura asked, rolling her eyes as she thought he was just saying that to make her feel better.

"I mean it, my pet. I like that it's not rock-hard. It's still flat, because you're still thin, but I like that it's softer than I thought. It's more feminine," he explained.

"You really feel that way?" she pressed.

"Yes," he said, cuddling closer to her. "Now, I believe it's your turn again."

She nodded and looked at him for a long moment. "Ok, keep in mind that I gave you a lot more compliments in counseling today, so my options are much more limited," she explained.

He nodded. "I understand." He was expecting her to have to stretch for compliments, like saying she liked his big feet or his manly elbows, but instead, she went immediately for the jugular.

"I love your manhood, Steve," she said quickly, hoping he wouldn't freak out.

His jaw dropped, and he stared at her, dumbfounded. He had not been expecting that. "My what?" he asked in disbelief.

"Your manhood, Steve. That's usually what you call it. It's so big. It's long and thick. It gets so hard for me, and it feels so good inside…" She trailed off as she suddenly noticed the look on his face. "Steve?" she asked. "Steve, are you ok?"

His eyes were wide, and his mouth hung open. He looked terrified, but he didn't move or say anything.

Laura sat up again and looked down at him nervously. "I know this is a lot to take in, Steve, but it's the truth. I want you to know how I feel about you… about every part of you," she explained. "I'm sorry. Was that too much for you?"

"No," he said softly. "That was the assignment. It's just… It's all a little hard for me to believe."

"Do you wanna talk about it more or…?"

"No," he said, sitting up to join her. "It's my turn."

She nodded. "Ok, it's your turn."

"Last one," he said.

"Mhmm…"

"I like your chest," he whispered.

She glanced down. Did he mean what she hoped he meant? "Really?" she asked, smiling flirtatiously. "Why's that?" she asked.

He looked away. "You know why," he said softly.

Laura's smile grew brighter. "Please tell me anyway," she pressed.

"Not tonight," he said firmly.

Laura resisted the urge to sigh loudly. Even his mere, subtle mention of her breasts got her nipples completely hard. She was dying to be touched. She hoped he was at least enjoying the show, but he seemed to be looking everywhere but there. "Well, then I guess it's my turn again."

"Your last turn," he reminded her.

"I know, but after the one I just did, I'm a little nervous about this one," she admitted.

Steve looked her in the eye again. "You don't have to be nervous," he said. "We're supposed to be pushing my boundaries a little," he admitted.

"Ok. Then brace yourself," she warned him. They both took deep breaths, and she giggled as she said, "I love your balls, Steve. I love how they look and feel. When we make love, they hit me just right again and again, and more importantly, they're filled with your cum. I love your cum, Steve."

"Ok," he said quickly. "That's enough for tonight."

"Wait," she said. "What about our insecurities?" she reminded him.

"Oh, right," he frowned. "Ok. Um. I'm not very hairy," he admitted, just trying to get this over with at this point.

"That's ok," she shrugged. "I prefer smooth skin. Plus, you've got a little hair where it counts."

She winked at him, and his heart nearly popped out of his chest. "Your turn," he squeaked.

Laura hesitated for a moment. She really didn't want to talk about her insecurities, especially with this version of Steve that was so unpredictable, but she knew that was why it was important. "Do you think my butt's too big?" she asked.

He cocked his head at her. "What?"

"Sometimes, I think it's too big. When I put on weight, a lot of it goes there, and I don't know, I just–" Suddenly, she was silenced by a kiss. "Mmmm," she moaned softly, placing her hands on the back of his head and holding him to her. She pouted when he finally pulled away. He looked away bashfully. She forged onward. "You're supposed to respond to my insecurity, remember?"

"That wasn't enough of a response?" he asked.

"Well, I don't quite know what it meant, so no?"

"Your booty is perfect, Laura Lee," he whispered, staring out the window.

She smiled softly and grabbed his chin. She turned his face back to hers. "Really?"

"Yes," he affirmed.

"It's not big?" she asked.

"Oh, no, it's big," he admitted, "but I like it big." His face flushed, and he cleared his throat. "Ahem. We need to get some sleep," he insisted.

"Wait," she said, grabbing his shoulder before he could lie down. "I'm not done talking about this," she purred. "I wanna hear more about how much you love my big booty." She bit her lip and got up on her knees. She ran her hands over her backside. "Mmmm…" she moaned.

He turned away quickly to avoid temptation. "I'm not ready, Laura," he choked.

Laura heard the tone in his voice and quickly grew concerned. "Oh, God, Steve, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed." She lay down beside him and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm so sorry. I love you."

"It's ok," he exhaled in relief as she finally backed off. "It's ok."