There was more coffee in the pot, but Kate decided she should eat some breakfast with her next cup. She opened the fridge and grabbed an egg from the carton to scramble, a bowl of cut-up fruit, strawberry jam, and the Brummel & Brown spread. She sprayed a small pan with butter spray and placed it on the burner to heat. There was a loaf of multigrain artisan bread on the counter. She popped a slice into the toaster. Cracking the egg on the counter, she opened it over the hot pan, and used a silicone-coated whisk to scramble her egg. She slid the pan to a cool spot on the stove, while she covered the toast in butter and jam. After placing her food choices on a plate, she slipped the B&B spread, jam and leftover fruit back into the fridge. With a fresh cup of coffee and her breakfast in hand, she decided to sit at the small table next to the windows near the piano. She could look at the sky above the city of New York from the loft windows. It was a deep blue sky with cotton clouds. Somewhere in that sky, her husband was on his way home to her.

After the last of her breakfast disappeared from her plate, Kate was reflecting on her husband and the magic he brought into her life. With a sip of coffee warming her throat, Kate's thoughts turned to the myriad things that she loved about her husband. His many different smiles marched through her mind. Her favorite smile was the one that made his eyes almost disappear and his dimples deepen. She could see his smirk; his mischievous half grin; his public-persona fake smile; his happy, contented, just-been-laid smile. She closed her eyes and immersed herself into a memory of carding her fingers through Rick's hair, his head in her lap and that smile on his face. Her own smile made it hard to sip her coffee without making a mess. She carried her breakfast dishes to the kitchen and placed them in the dishwasher.

Standing in front of the loft windows, coffee cup in hand, Kate returned to her musings. She remembered the stunned expression on Rick's face when she led him out of his Storm Fall launch party. He had a hint of stubble on his face, and he smelled of expensive cologne. His shirt was white, and she realized she was lucky it wasn't blue. When he wore blue, his eyes shifted to that deep cobalt shade that distracted her from anything else. She felt again the annoyance that had overtaken her while she questioned him in interrogation. He had been so smug and flippant. Now she knew that was his coping mechanism. When he was nervous, uncomfortable, or frightened, he would joke and assume a bravado that he didn't actually feel. She had learned over the years, that Rick had had a childhood full of teasing and feelings of abandonment. Martha had done her best, but she couldn't give him his missing father or shield him from the stigma of his bastard status. Kate shook her head, and steered her thoughts to happier moments. She couldn't heal the emotional wounds of Rick's childhood. He had no desire to tear open those scars with therapy, and she wasn't going to force therapy upon him.

Kate finished her coffee and strode to the dishwasher to slip the cup inside. Her husband was due home in a couple of hours, and she intended to be waiting for him at the airport.

She paused to make the bed, before she headed to the shower. Looking up from her task, the bathroom light triggered a memory. She felt her cheeks flush and her groin glow with the memory. Their first time together had not been the lust-driven sex she had expected. They had made love. It had been an intimate, emotional, tender, passionate, joining of their bodies culminating in an extraordinary orgasm. They had remained wrapped in each other's arms, savoring the moment. Rick had kissed her nose and whispered, "I'll be right back." Kate remembered how she had felt bereft as he disentangled himself to go to the bathroom. She had propped her head on her elbow to watch him go and been rewarded with her first unobstructed view of his magnificent derriere. With her eyes closed, Kate could see Rick wiggle his butt as he walked away. She giggled softly, just as she had that night. She pictured Rick's retreating body from that night. He wasn't as physically fit as most of her previous lovers. That first night she discovered she preferred his softer, cuddly body to the hard bodies of her past lovers. He was warm, gentle, fun, a good man, a superb lover, and she loved him. She couldn't say it that night, but she remembered the flood of warmth and joy that surrounded her heart. She was in love, and that night solidified her recognition of the truth.

The sound of the front door opening and the plop of a bag hitting the floor echoed through the loft. "Honey, I'm home," Rick mimicked Ricky Ricardo. His smile broadened as he spotted Kate rushing out of the bedroom. She rushed into his arms and peppered his face with kisses, the final kiss pressing her lips to his.

Rick slid one hand into her hair, while Kate reached around with both hands to grab his ass. She broke their kiss, trailed a line of kisses to his ear and sang into his ear, "Your booty is wonderful." Rick shook with laughter, picked Kate up and twirled her around. "I missed you," they announced simultaneously. After more kisses, they paused and rested their foreheads against each other.

"Why didn't you call and tell me you were catching an earlier flight?" Kate whispered as she reveled in the warmth of his embrace.

"I wanted to surprise you." Kate locked her eyes with Rick. "Actually, I made it through security faster than expected and noticed an earlier flight on the departures board. Using my charm, and my black Am Ex card, I was able to purchase a seat on that flight. Apparently, nobody else wanted to pay the price for first class on that flight." He grinned at Kate.

Rick pulled his phone from his pocket and touched an icon on his phone. "Let's dance, Kate." A piano intro was followed by the distinctive voice of Elton John. Rick held Kate and swayed to the music, "I heard this song in the limo one day while I was gone. I've wanted to hold you in my arms and dance to it since I heard it."

I guess that's why they call it the blues

Time on my hands could be time spent with you

Laughing like children, living like lovers

Rolling like thunder under the covers

Rick took Kate's hand and changed their stance to a true dancing position. He led her in spins and dips. They laughed, and he sang along whenever Elton sang:

But more than ever I simply love you
More than I love life itself

And I guess that's why they call it the blues
Time on my hands could be time spent with you
Laughing like children, living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that's why they call it the blues

The song ended, but they continued to sway. "I love you, Kate. I love you."

"I love you, Rick, always. I want to hear about your trip, but first, I just want you. I want my husband to make love with me."

"There is nothing, that I would rather do." Rick joined his lips to Kate's. After a breath-taking kiss, he slid one hand to her waist, raised her other hand to his lips, kissed it and used it to turn her towards their bedroom. They circled each other's waists with an arm and sought the comfort of their bed. Their lovemaking echoed Elton's lyrics in its passion.