I am so nervous I feel as if my heart is about to beat out of my chest as I straighten imaginary wrinkles out of my dress. I have to remind myself to breath and not pace our living room floor while I wait for her to come out of the room. I close my eyes as I inhale and exhale slowly while I mentally count to ten. I clench and unclench my hands to keep them from shaking so bad. God, I'm acting like a teenage boy waiting on his crush to come out for their first date but Lord knows this is not our first date and I am far from a teenage boy.

I stop and glance in the mirror by the door and fix my already perfectly placed blonde hair. My eyes dart up as I see the reflection of my closed office door and I'm instantly taken back to the day I came home and found her in my office. I never gave it a second thought that she was in there until I stopped in the door and saw she was reading our divorce papers. I will admit that I was upset to see her with them but not nearly as upset as when I realized her hand was just an inch away from an ink pen. The thought of her signing the papers at that moment was almost too much for me to bare and it took all I had not to break down then.

By some miracle and years of experience in the courtroom I had managed to maintain my composure when I told her I wouldn't fight her on the divorce if she still wanted it. The seconds of silence that followed were probably the longest of my life other than the night I told her of the one night stand. When she stood and told me that she wanted them shredded or burned and she didn't care which one as long as they weren't in the house any more was music to my ears. I had opened my mouth to tell her how much I loved her but instead a sob escaped and all the emotions I had been keeping buried finally escaped from within. The feel of her arms around me and the soothing sound of her voice only intensified my emotions instead of calming them.

"Alex"

Her voice rips me from my thoughts and I spin on my heels to look at her and a smile crosses my face. She is absolutely gorgeous in a pair of charcoal slacks, a black turtleneck sweater and matching coat to her pants. She is wearing a simple pair of black boots with a belt to match. Her recently cut short hair is slightly spiked and highlighted like it was when we first started dating. I want nothing more than to guide her back to the bedroom and strip her from her clothing and make love to her till we are too exhausted to move. But as badly as I want to feel her naked skin beneath me, I won't and can't do that.

"Alex"

"Sorry" I say smiling as I shake my head and close the gap between us "You look so good, I lost my train of thought."

"I don't see how that is possible since this outfit shows how much weight I have lost and doesn't fit me the way it used to."

I run my hand up and down the lapels of her jacket as I inhale her scent. It is just as intoxicating as the first time and I have to fight the urge to back her up against the wall. I can't help but laugh when I realize not only am I acting like a teenage boy on their first date but I apparently have the hormones of one now. Then again who can blame me I am married to one of, if not, the hottest detective on the force.

"The fact that the suit doesn't fit you like it used demonstrates what a survivor you are." I tell her as I place a chaste kiss on her lips "Besides it doesn't matter how great you look in the suit its about how great it looks on our bedroom floor later."

The dilation of her eyes and unconscious licking of her lips lets me know that she is as turned on with the thought of us making love as I am. The sudden clenching of her jaw reminds us both that she still isn't cleared for sexual activity and we can't make love. Before she can become too depressed over that thought I motion for us to leave and she quickly follows me.

As we walk down the hallway to the elevator, I feel her hand on the small of my back and I close my eyes to the warmth that courses through my body. When we stop she doesn't remove her hand off my back as she leans forward and pushes the down arrow. As she straighten back up she steps closer to me and rakes her eyes up and down my body. I can feel my heart rate increase and my breathing become shallow just by her look.

"I didn't tell you how beautiful you look," She says as she turns to face me "You're absolutely stunning and I love you in that dress."

"Thank you" I whisper as I once again lean over and place a kiss on her cheek just as the doors ding open.

I start to motion for her to enter when she gives me a look that I know all so well. In the entire time we were dating and married she never once went ahead of me unless it was a safety issue and she's not about to start now. She maybe injured and still recovering but its more than obvious that she is still going to treat me like a queen. There is no doubt in my mind that she will be taking her dying breath still making sure I am treated like a queen. Let's just add that to the list of reasons of why I should be on my knees groveling till I die.

"You still haven't told me where we are going." She tells me as the door slides open and we prepare to step out of the elevator "You just asked that I dress nice and with a jacket."

"That my love is because its called a surprise" I answer as I step through the door that she is holding open and smile at the limo driver who is waiting at the bottom of the stairs. I know she is probably going to be upset because I have ordered a driver for the evening but this is one time I don't care. I want to spoil her in ways she never allowed me before. I want to spoil her in ways that I should have been doing all along and in ways that I will continue to do until they lay me in the ground.

She looks from me to the limo and then back at me. I am waiting for her to say something but instead she leans over and kisses me gently on the lips before offering me her hand. She guides me to the car and helps me in it before following me into it. The driver shuts the door and I finally exhale the breath I had been holding and look at her with questioning eyes.

"If we are going to fix us and make this work we each have things that we need to change." She says as she laces her fingers with mine before leaning back against the seat and relaxing "I can spend the precious time I have with you arguing over riding in a limo or I can simply enjoy spending that time with you. Personally, I've learned its more important to spend time together than to argue over trivial things."

I fight back tears as I lay my head on her shoulder and relax into her embrace. I never thought there would be a day that I would be thanking the lord above for her being injured but today I am. The accident may have almost taken her life but it has given us something greater. It has given us the greatest gift it could, a chance to fall in love all over again.