Aki awoke after a solid fourteen hour nap. Rolling onto his side to check the time in the comfort of his own bed, it was 11:14. He looked around and didn't see her in the bed room. Getting to the his feet Aki made his way to the bathroom and after getting the weeks stench off his skin dressed and made it into the living room to find Miku passed out on the couch. Aki just shook his head and moved to the kitchen to make some breakfast. The sun was in full effect outside streaming through the windows of the house and the sky was for the most part clear minus some skittered clouds. There was just something about the smell and feel of being home that felt so damn relaxing. Maybe today would be different? He put a little more effort into cooking and made sure to make enough for two. 

Miku stirred to the smell of food in the house. Sitting up on the sofa and rubbing her hangover she tried her best to remember last night. Miku could barely breath in the sun dress. Getting to her feet and made it to the breakfast to see Aki sitting there with two plates of food and a pretty good spread. Pouring some juice and trying not to bring too much attention to her bed head she sat and smiled not wanting to be the first to ruin the scene. 

Rested and half finished with breakfast Aki finally noticed the dress she was wearing. A smile grew on his face as he let himself stare good and long at his wife. The sun streaming through the room gave away the rest! "Good morning, you wore the dress I like so much. Why did you sleep on the couch?"

"I... I was tired. I put the dinner away and spent the first three hours home getting ready for you." Miku didn't look up as she ate the late breakfast. Fighting her hangover and the bright sunlight streaming into the house was almost torture. Damn that Mitzumi and her hurricanes. 

"I want to talk about getting some help. I need it and last Tuesday my boss told me not to come back with out some." His voice gave a seriousness to it that was far more intense filtered through her hang over came out light the first punch.

"No I don't need you in hotels with some twenty one year old going over your briefs. You've done fine and can keep doing it by yourself." Miku was grabbing her head with both hands trying to keep it from exploding. 

"No. This wasn't a request I really messed up and I'm getting some help. I'm the only one in that office answering my own phone and its taking time from the work and reports due every day. I'm getting a intern and maybe a secretary too. They are having a internship next week and I'll be putting in for three positions. One for.."

"No. Not three, not even one. I don't get to see you for weeks at a time and when I do your too tired to even eat the dinner I made." Miku's voice was irritated like a low growl.

"I would have the energy if I wasn't doing the work of four people!" His voice raised to just below shouting.

It was killing her head which made Miku raise her own in a even more stern tone. Not wanting to say she had a hangover or how she got it. "I said no!" Miku looked up at him like a poised wolf ready to bite his throat out!

Aki pounded the table and stood up looking down at her. "I made breakfast, tried to keep this a discussion, and made my last mistake at work. [i]I'm getting some interns![/i] So I can be home more often and not be dead on my feet when I get home!" 

The shouting set Miku off as the last straw. Slapping the table as Miku looked up at him, "No! I go through the effort of looking pretty for you and wearing this damn dress and you don't even touch me! I cant even breathe in this damn thing and its so tight!" 

Bearing clenched teeth as the muscles in Aki's jaw flexed, but his eyes were on her body and that dress... The square neck line and her breathing. He moved around the table and put his face right in front of hers. It had been too long...