Kate stirred lazily in bed. It felt so nice and warm beneath the covers that she had completely forgotten the events of the previous evening. It wasn't until she opened her eyes that the memory of it all came back to her in vivid detail.

"Oooooooh," she moaned and turned over, pulling the sheet up so that her head was almost covered. Then, she sat up abruptly and looked at the other side of the bed. Tim was up… What time was it anyway? Sun streamed in through the window, and she could tell that she had slept much later than usual.

The smell of bacon cooking and its unmistakable crackle wafted through the air to her nostrils. She pulled up the strap of her nightgown that had fallen away to reveal the full, bouncy shape of her left breast, and tossed her hair back from her eyes… it was always coming undone. She was about to get out of bed when Tim appeared in the doorway, holding in his hand a steaming cup of coffee.

"Good morning, beautiful!" he said, an irresistible, boyish smile flashing.

All of Kate's anger and confusion disappeared like magic as she watched him coming toward her, placing her coffee on the night table. As he leaned close to kiss her, Kate once more studied his handsome, even features, his longish sandy hair that would not stay combed no matter what, and she felt the old familiar stirring inside, signaling her love for her young husband.

"You were so late last night… I tried waiting up for you… but finally I had to go to bed." His lips brushed her cheek and Kate wished they would linger there a little longer.

"I got a lot done yesterday… almost finished the revision of chapter five!"

"Darling," Kate said over her coffee cup. "Last night someone offered me a job… or rather someone offered us a job!" The words came tumbling out of her mouth before she knew it. She was surprised… she hadn't even been thinking about that… At least she didn't think she had. But as she spoke the idea seemed to get better and better… the memory of the bills on the dresser… and the fact that Tim obviously didn't want to get an ordinary job just then… and why should he get an ordinary job, she thought, completely reversing her bitter feelings of the previous evening… he's an artist!