Having  Justin home was comforting. For the first time in the couple weeks I have been here, it feels like our place. When it's just me here I feel like I'm invading his space. Waking up in his arms is a different feeling that waking up to a cold empty bed. With only four more days with him, waking up like this makes me think of alternatives. Four more days of this and I may be spoiled by it. I need to adjust my schedule a little more to be with him, while he is on the road. Once the samples were done and the line is approved, the time I had would be more than it is now. I could do some of my work from the road. I could bring Jack with me... and even Holli if I needed to. My schedule is running through my head non-stop. Some of the biggest meetings were going to take place the beginning of next week and I was a ball of nerves thinking about it.

Coffee filled the smell of the house along with the smell of bacon frying.

"My mother's here, I can always tell." He says in his sleepy voice, nuzzling his nose into the back of my neck, getting himself comfortable again.

"I should go see if she wants some help." I kissed his forehead and started to slide off the bed.

He pulls me back over to him, "She already loves you. You don't have to win her over."

"It's not about winning her over." I punched him in the arm playfully, climbing on top of him. "I want to help her. You have an amazing mother. Cherish the time you have with her."

"I know firsthand how lucky I am to have her as my mother. She is pretty amazing..." he brushes the hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. "Can I ask something?"

"Of course." I adjusted myself sitting on top of him.

"Could we not talk about my mother... while you're in... this position?" he raised his eyebrows.

It was morning and he was standing upright and ready. I lifted my body up with my hands, positioning myself exactly where I needed to be, slowly lowering myself on him, taking in every inch of him. "You mean this... position?" I slowly started to grind my hips in the motion that I know will push him off the edge very quickly.

"Oh... oh... yes that's the perfect position." He ran his hands up my abdomen inching closer to my breast. I take his hands, pinning them down on the pillow. "You're a dirty, dirty woman... I fucking love it." Quickening my pace I continue to watch his face. I love to watch his reactions. I love to see the way each move makes him feel. Every minute that passes the look of pure joy runs across his face. I see the smile on his face. I knew that smile. I knew he was only moments from being off the edge.
"FUCKK YES!" he managed to escape a breath out of his lungs.

What other way would someone start off the day if they woke up next to that man in their bed? They would start the day, just the same way.

A light soft knock on the door stiffens us both as we are under the sheets completely naked. I suddenly had a flash back of almost getting caught in bed with my boyfriend at the time.

My parents had gone to Paris for a month vacation. It was the annual family vacation. It wasn't always Paris but it was always to some place I didn't want to be. Now looking back it wasn't the places, it was the fact that I would be with them in the random places. They would always choose the best time to go on vacation. It would be the middle of summer in New York and they would want to go somewhere it was snowing or cold. I loved summer, I loved everything about it and they wanted to be out of town when the temperature was too high. Another one of those things my father wasn't fond of. I wonder sometimes if he just simply disliked things because it interests me.

I remember being in the house all alone. Everyone had gone to Paris, or so I thought. We were lying in bed, naked under the sheets, exhausted looking up at the ceiling, both trying to catch our breaths when I heard someone in the hallway drop something causing a loud bang. My airway literally cut off and I wasn't breathing. I was a medical student, I knew I wasn't breathing anymore.

He knew there was never an option for us to do anything in my parents' house. So when we got this one opportunity he jumped at the chance. It was something new. It was an adrenaline rush, even though we both knew they were thousands of miles away, there wasn't a way to get caught.

We both stiffened after we heard a loud bang in the hallway. We listen diligently as the footsteps start to creep down the hallway. Neither of us moved. Neither of us wanted to know who was out there and how long they had been there. Come to find out later, it was my brother Omar. He had cancelled at the last minute due to an emergency at the hospital. He never asked questions and I never asked questions. To this day I don't know if he knew.

Her soft voice echoes through the door. "Justin honey I made breakfast. It's ready when you both get up."

I held my hand over my mouth, I wanted to say it but I couldn't, not with his mother standing outside of that door.

"Thanks, we will be down in a couple minutes." He said.

I heard the footsteps walk down the hallway. I removed my hand, "Phew. I didn't think I was going to be able to keep my mouth shut."

"You were totally going to comment on, being up, weren't you? You have a dirty... dirty mind."

I shook my head yes with the biggest smile on my face. We jumped up and put some clothes on, something semi presentable due to the fact that his mother was downstairs. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and headed down the grand staircase.

The smell of home cooking filled the space as I got closer to the kitchen. The island was full of food. Lynn must have been up for hours. The display of food looked delicious. She stood at the counter with a cup of coffee in her hand, looking over the morning paper. Justin looked like his mother. They had the same posture, mannerism; they even had that same laugh.

He walks into the kitchen, planting a kiss on her forehead. "Good morning, Mom! Thanks for cooking breakfast."

"You're very welcome." She says in her sweet southern accent.

He sits across the island from me and I watch as he begins to feast on the food in front of him. "I w-l have t- dough por a ice wong run." He says with his mouth full.

"Justin Randall." Lynn snapped at him. "Swallow that food before you speak. I know I taught you manners."

He chews his food up, rolling his eyes in the process. "Sorry. I will have to go for a run later to make up for this breakfast."

"Hush." Lynn says. "You burn more calories in a day then anyone I know. Enjoy the breakfast!"

He nods his head as he shoves more food into it.

"Actually a run sounds great. I would like that." I said.

He swallows his food again, "We can do that. After breakfast settles we will head up to the canyon."

                "I haven't had a good run in a long time. You will have to take it easy on me."

"I'll try but I don't know if I can be easy on you. I'm sure I will smoke you, leaving you in the dust."

Lynn turns to him, "Justin", she hissed.

"Sarcasm mother, she knows I will be easy on her." He winks at me, with all the dirtiness running through his eyes.

Sheets of paper with heels of all different colors on them start to scatter over the bed. I had torn out every single sheet. I couldn't find what I was looking for. I knew where I put it. There was three specific pair that I was hoping to get into this line. I could re-sketch them, I remembered every detail of them but I know that I put them in this very sketch pad in the back of it. I emptied it again. Sheet by sheet my panic begins to set in.  They were gone. They were really gone. "Where could I have put them" I mumbled to myself.

"Something wrong?" Justin asked as he walked into the room.

I started to ramble, "I created a heel inspired by one of your songs..."  The sheets are still flying, "I wasn't going to show you until the samples were done but while we were running I decided I wanted to know what you thought about it... running clears my head."

"Really... that's surprising." He said, sounding very surprised.

"Are you making a smart ass comment about me? At this very moment." I asked irritated. He reached out for my hand to pull me close, but I continue to toss sheets down.

"No... I didn't think you actually liked the music."

I leaned into my bag beside the desk, lifting out a handful of CD cases. "I bought them all. I have listened to them non-stop. Every track is simply... brilliance."

He lowers his head, embarrassed. "Wow..."

I tilt his head back up to look at me. "Don't be so surprised that I enjoyed the albums, you have talent way beyond your years. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks babe, it means a lot coming from you."

I look at him and wink, "You're very welcome."

He was curious now. "So, can I see this heel that I inspired?"

"That's the problem." I tossed single sheets down again, one by one looking at them. "I can't find the sketches."

"Where did you last have them?"

"In the studio... I hadn't showed them to anyone. They were in this bag, in this book, right here." I flipped open the book to the empty spot. "They are just gone."

"Could you have left them in the house somewhere or at the studio?" he begins to flip through them as well, even though he has no idea what he is looking for. "Wow, these are great..."

"I have only had this book out when you came home the other day, I had sketched them that morning... and then I had it at the studio yesterday morning in my bag."

"You will find them. Don't stress about it."

"They were perfect...."

He had a stack of sheets in his hand, "These are all perfect... Did you have the patent put on them?"

"I did actually. It was done that morning before I went into the studio."

"They will have a copy of them. It will be ok." He pulled me into his chest, kissing the top of my head.  "I love you."

My mind had been so scattered that I could have put them anywhere. I was sure that's where I had put them but who knows with me these days. Under that mess I have caused was my phone. That damn missed call light keeps blinking. Damn, I thought. I always forget about this damn phone being my only connection to the outside world.

Fourteen missed calls, all from Omar.

My heart began to race. Never in my life has Omar called me that many times. He knew I was bad about having it in my hand at all times, which was just another reason why the whole Doctor thing wasn't going to work out very well for me. There had to be something important going on for him to call me at all, let alone fourteen times. I drop the phone from the sweat on my palms. There was something wrong. Something serious was wrong.

 "Arabella..." he starts off. I missed hearing the sympathetic voice of my brother. He always had that tone in his voice. "I know there is a lot going on within our family but something has happened. So against others wishes, I decided to call you. Something has happened. Something none of us saw coming..."