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“Six?” M repeated softly. “Like, today?” He looked around the room, as if expecting to see someone listening in through their windows.
“I thought we agreed on Saturday!”

"That's what I meant. Six o'clock on Saturday," Alison corrected herself. "Sorry, love."

M let out a breath of relief. “Good. Yeah, that sounds okay.” He smiled.

Alison gave him a quick smile before she went back to talking to her father. "That works for us as well. So we'll see you then?"

"Sounds like a plan. Bye, Alison. Love you," he said.

"Bye, dad. Love you, too," she said before hanging up. With a sigh, she set the phone back on the table. "So that's finally done…"

M patted her hand gently, smiling. “There you are. Great job.”

Alison smiled at him again. "Thank you for staying with me as I did that… Do you have to go back to work today?"

((Yeah, sure))

Juliet set the plate of food on a tray along with a cup of orange juice. Picking up the tray, she carried it to Zack, a smile on her lips. Pecking his cheek, she cooed. "Zackary, baby, wake up…"

M grinned a little and nodded. “You’re welome, dear. No, I’m not gonna go in today.”

Zackary stirred fretfully under her, his brow furrowing. He was having the nicest dream, then her cold finger had to come along. He opened an eye, huffing child-like.

Alison's smile widened a bit. "So I get to spend the whole day with you again?"

“I wouldn’t say get to but yes, I’ll be here all day again.” He smiled a bit more in return.

Juliet raised at brow at him. "So you don't want breakfast?" she deadpanned with a smile that said if he didn't eat it, she would.

"Pfft. It's always get to when I'm with you. I don't think there's ever a time that I don't want to spend with you," Alison declared with a grin.

Zackary whined loudly at her, shutting his eyes grumpily again. “I wan breakfast.”

M laughed softly, sipping delicately at his water again. “I feel like that will change soon.”

Alison rolled her eyes. "Never. What should we do today?"

"Then sit up and eat, babe." She sat on the edge of the bed. "I made you lots of ham…"

M shrugged and looked around again. “Dunno. What did you want to do?”

Zackary whined loudly again but sat up against the bedboard. Ham sounded nice, but sleep did too.

"Well, I was planning on doing laundry today. You could help if you'd like," Alison suggested. "Or you can try to fix the bathroom sink. It's been leaking lately."

“Honey, I remember when the kitchen sink was invented. What makes you think I’ll be able to fix it?” He asked with a slight laugh in his voice.

Alison smiled and chucked a bit as she shrugged. "I don't know, love. I guess you could call a plumber, then."

M nodded. “I can call a plumber to come in before your parents do. Then I can help with the laundry.”

"That sounds good. I'll enjoy your company," Alison said, kissing him gently. "I just remembered your shirts… I wonder when they'll be done."

M gently pecked her back, smiling a little. “I’m not sure. The guy didn’t say.”

Juliet smiled with satisfaction. "Eat and then you can go back to sleep if you want to." she set the tray before him, leaning in to give him a quick kiss.

Zackary snuffled at the food as she pecked him. He sat up slightly and playfully wrinkled his nose, leaning forward and pecking her back.

She giggled and returned to the kitchen. She began to clean the pots and pans she had used.

M gently pecked her back, smiling a little. “I’m not sure. The guy didn’t say.”

"Hm. I'm sure it'll be soon," Alison said with a small smile as she leaned against him lovingly.

Zackary finished eating in about two minutes. He was very hungry. He took the plates and drifted downstairs sleepily, yawning widely.

M smiled back a little in return, leaning against her. “I hope so. I don’t wanna walk into work in a t-shirt.”

"You could wear a jacket over it if it comes to that," Alison suggested as she wrapped her arms around him, smiling up at him.

“I think the others would see that my collar is a little different. I hate wearing jackets.” He wrinkled his nose.

Alison chuckled a bit. "You are so picky, my dear. What would you have done if I hadn't suggested getting new shirts?"