�This is good, mommy.� Leilani commented through a mouthful of scrambled egg.

�Thank you, baby. I�m glad you like it.�

Chelsie stacked some plates that were ready to go in the cupboard. This morning, so far, had been one of the least stressful she�d had for a couple of days. Leilani had crawled into bed with her sometime after midnight, telling her simply that she missed her, before she promptly fell asleep again. They�d both slept past 10am, finally waking when the neighbourhood kids in their yards started yelling as they played touch football. Leilani woke asking for �pancakes and eggs and bacon and toast. Please mommy! Oh, and some juice!� for her meal this morning, so Chelsie had obliged. She leaned against the counter watching Leilani devour her stack of pancakes. Mark had to have passed his love of food onto his daughter as well; Leilani certainly didn�t get it from her. Chelsie never ate too much as a general rule. She could recall that when Mark died, they pretty much had to force her to put enough food in her mouth to survive. Once they found out she was pregnant, they were even worse. Mark�s family, in particular, didn�t want anything to happen to her or the baby. She never had a problem eating when Mark was with her though. He made it fun.

�What. Are. You. Doing?� Chelsie pulled the covers around herself, as she watched Mark bustling around her hotel room.

�Making breakfast.� Mark plugged in an electric frying pan, and then leaned over to kiss her.

�They kind of do that for you here.� Chelsie grinned. �It�s called room service.�

�Ah.� Mark waved a spatula at her. �But I want to make your breakfast for you. Room service is just not the same.�

�Can you cook?� Chelsie eyed the vast array of food and appliances he had lined up on the dresser sceptically.

�Can I cook? Of course I can. I�m slightly offended right now.�

Chelsie watched appreciatively as Mark continued make himself busy preparing breakfast, dressed only in his boxers. �Why don�t you just come back to bed? At least I know that won�t kill me.�

Mark raised his eyebrows and tossed her an evil grin over his shoulder. �I must not have been doing it right then.�

Chelsie smirked as she took a moment to digest that important information, before crawling out of the bed, with the sheets still wrapped protectively around her. �Where did you get all this stuff? Who�s gonna eat all this food? Where�s Courtney? Aren�t you going to set off the fire alarms?�

Mark threw back his head and laughed. �Aren�t you full of questions? � He turned back to the frying pan and expertly flipped an egg with the spatula. �Okay. Josh and Twitch have a kitchenette in their room, for some reason. I borrowed all this from there. I had to go buy eggs though. We, you and I, are going to eat all this food, darling. Courtney, I believe, saw you trying to devour me at some point last night and knew enough not to come back here for fear of blinding herself if she caught us both naked and �doing it�. Mark made quote marks with his fingers as he made a face. � And, I won�t set off the fire alarms unless I burn this, which I will do if you keep bugging me!�

Chelsie sighed happily as she leaned against Mark�s back, wrapping her arms around his waist, basking in his warmth, as he continued to prepare their breakfast. �I can�t believe you�re doing all this for me.�

Mark twisted around, awkwardly kissing the top of her head. �I love you Chelsie, I�d do anything for you.�

Chelsie was pulled out of her memories by a sharp tug on the hem of her shirt. �Mommy, come sit with me.�

�Are you all done breakfast?�

Leilani held her plate up. �All done.� She ran off to the sink to deposit her plate. �Come here. I want to draw. Come sit with me.�

�Let�s wash first. You wash your hands and face and I�ll get the crayons and paper, deal?�

Leilani nodded, scampering off to the small bathroom just off the kitchen. Chelsie dug into the cupboard to find the stash of paper and crayons that they kept. Leilani loved to draw; her drawings decorated her playroom and covered the walls of Chelsie�s office at the dance studio, so their supply constantly needed to be refilled. Chelsie accidently knocked a small photo album loose as she pulled a stack of colourful paper from the shelf. As she moved to pick it up, she noticed the pages fell open to a photo of Mark taken when he arrived back home in Hawaii after his win. Chelsie picked up the book and studied the photo. She hadn�t gone with him, of course, she had her own homecoming here in Utah to look forward to. They had both loathed being separated and called each other numerous times while they waited for their flights to be called.

�Chelsie?�

�Not you again?�

�Me again, you can�t get rid of me.�

�I don�t want to.� Chelsie whispered, too low for Mark to hear her. �I never want to.�

He looked so tired, but so happy, in the photo. Chelsie shut the book, firmly, and tucked it back on the shelf that it had fallen from. She took a quick look to make sure Leilani was still in the bathroom before raising her eyes skyward.

�I don�t know what you want me to find, Mark. You keep pulling all these things out. All the things I�ve tried to hide from her. The things I�ve tried to hide from myself. Obviously, there�s something you want me to see. Just tell me what it is, please. I love you, but I�I want to forget. I mean, I don�t want to forget you, I�ll never forget you, I just want�God�I don�t know what I want.� Chelsie slumped against the cabinet and pulled her knees to her chest. �I love you. I loved you. I need someone to love me.�