The wind swept up her hair as Lucy stretched her arms upwards. She started to feel quite lethargic after spring sets in. Although nature itself seems vivid with the essence of life– flowers blooming in every place and birds chirping enthusiastically in their bird's nests– Lucy couldn't stifle the urge to go crawl back under the sheets and let sleep take her away.

And it was Saturday.

Her favorite day of all.

But something's missing..

She glanced at the other side of bed, expecting to see a bed of tangled silver locks and a dazzling pair of eyes idly gazing back at her.

But the place was empty...

Did she just dreamed all of it?

Was everything just a dream?

"Ah you're awake."

Lucy glanced at the doorway. Her heart stopped pounding at the image of Loke leaning against the door frame. He's such a beautiful man with his orange hair slightly disheveled and his yukata opened slightly at the neck, showing a flash of fine white skin underneath.

"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Ah.. His voice.

Loke approached the bed and dipped under his weight. "Are you alright?" He said with tone laced with worry.

Ahh..

Lucy closed her eyes in a smile . Not quite believing if she was in reality or merely dreaming. There were times that Lucy couldn't believe what she was seeing,excitedly.

Lucy's married to her handsome Loke

Lucy reached her hand out to him. Wanting to know the feel of his skin. Wanting to know that it's not just an illusion.

His warmth..

"Am I dreaming?" Lucy opened her eyes and smiled gently at him.

"What's with you today?" Loke said teasingly and then rubbed his face against her hand all while placing small kisses along her palm. Then, he pulled back. Eyes alight with mischief. "Are you seducing me, perhaps?"

"Wha?" Lucy's face turned red.

"You were quite demanding last night, too."

Within just seconds, her face turned beet red.

"I've been doing my best to satisfy your cravings. I've had aches in my back after–"

Lucy gripped her hand into a fist and, with no hesitation at all, smacked him in the head.

Loke rubbed the top of his head. A mound now growing in its place. "Ah, it's the real Lucy."

"Huh?"

"Suddenly saying something cute. I thought you were possessed or something." He said and then pinched her right on the nose.

"Oww!" She swatted his hand away.

She's not dreaming after all…

"Call me as soon as you're finished with your work." Loke said as he gave Lucy her bag. He walked her to the nursery school where she worked every morning before he go to work. The guild was just fifteen-minutes walk away from their house. But last month, he had a tight schedule and demanding projects and was unable to walk with her.

Lucy nodded and watched as he went inside a cab.

"Hey, Lucy."

The former landlord glanced at her friend who looked like a peeping paparazzi near the gate of the nursery.

It was Hibiki. Her friend who seemed to be the source of everybit of juicy gossip both in the personal sense and celebrity sense of the word.

The woman just couldn't resist sneaking up on handsome men. Whether they're in or out of the television.

She knew the latest news about the rumored girlfriends of her idols as well as their address and hobbies.

She even know Eve's height, weight, and other things Lucy do not want to know about . She already know enough as it is.

"What are you doing just standing there?" Lucy said to her.

"Who's that guy with finger hair ?" Hibiki grinned in excitement. That paparazzi glint showing.

"Guy?" Lucy looked behind for a second and then recalled that Loke just dropped her off to buy some snacks then come by. "Oh, he's my husband."

Hibiki scratched her head, laughing. "Oh, is that so? I thought he's a model or something—" and with a surprised look, said

"wait,Lucy,Loke's your husband?!"

"Hm.. yeah." Lucy smiled. Other people were always.. always.. taken aback when they discovered that she's married to a handsome man who was known to be a flirt .

She didn't mind it.. sometimes.

She knew that her looks are on the average level and she didn't have any good figure or talent. But people shouldn't rub it in to her face.

So that's what she said, retelling what happened back in the nursery to Loke who happened to find it so amusing.

"What are you smiling at?" Lucy scowled as she stabbed the grilled fish on her plate.

"I should be thankful that you're so plain." Loke said with a smirk, making her sputter.

"How dare you—"

Loke laughed at her indignant face before adding, "That just means I'm the only guy in love with you Lucy."

Lucy paused in her eating, as she peaked a glance at him.

"Are you blushing?" Loke smiled, knowing she couldn't resist his charm.

Lucy looked away from him, trying to keep her anger from fading. He had this cranny way of annoying her and then making her blush in a matter of seconds.

She couldn't believe how annoyed she is when it comes to him. Just a few words of praise or compliment from him and she's like bursting into thousands of butterflies inside.

Still, it's not fair that people see her as plain. She might as well try to use that make-up mira gave the other day.