Roger and I had been asleep most of the morning. I sighed heavily as I yawned.  I looked to the clock on the nightstand: 8:48. Initially, As the doves cooed outside the bedroom window the new dawn of morning snuck into the room. I pushed myself up slightly, feeling the soreness in my arms from being on top of Roger and leaning forward into my palms. Actually, I was a little sore all over but it was nothing a pot of tea and a cigarette couldn’t fix. I moaned slightly and slunked back down into the warm sheets, hearing the heating unit in the bedroom kick on.  I could hear Roger breathe in deeply, reaching an arm out around my shoulders and pullin’ me back against him. I loved the feeling of being spooned up against him. I had missed this as well.

 “You awake?” Roger asked me. I could feel his head against mine. I sighed again.

 “No.” I answered him.

 “Yeah, me neither.” He answered me.  At that moment the phone on the nightstand rang, causing Roger and I to moan in disgust.

 “Don’t answer it, babe.” He told me.

 “Mmm…I won’t.” I wiggled around to face him. “It’s probably Freddie. Aren’t you supposed to go to the studio this morning?” I put my palm onto his face. Roger rolled his eyes.

 “Yeeeeeessss….god…well I got news for him. I’m not doin’ shit yet.” Roger said, the phone still ringing.

 “You wanna’ go get breakfast downstairs?” I asked, holding on to Roger tighter.

 “Let’s just order room service…you an’ me…no one else. Truth is, I wanna’ spend the whole day with you but we gotta’ get some recording done.” Roger paused. “Should I just call Fred back and tell him to shove it? Tell him I got better things to do.”

 I had to admit, it was tempting to tell Roger yes. It would have been wonderful to have a day to us in the city and I knew he was wearing his heart on his sleeve right now.

 “No, sweetheart. He’s counting on you. Tell you what. Let’s you and I have a nice breakfast and I’ll make the dinner reservations again tonight at the Japanese Hibachi place for all of us. We’ll come back here to the bar for drinks.” I pitched the idea to Roger. He smiled at me so he must have liked what I had to say.

 “Yeah, yeah do that. That will be really special for you an’ me to have everyone with us. Lyd, its all my fault that I almost ruined everything for us. I ruined our wedding day.” Roger looked at me, letting his head sink into his hand. I shook my head.

 “No…no…don’t do that. We needed to talk…just so happened, we did it yesterday. We’ve let life get in the way of you an’ me…taken each other for granted…well, you more than me. Everyone has a unique story to share about their wedding. My god, for John and Veronica it was her pregnancy! Chrissie and Brian’s was the fact that it was just so damn beautiful and very romantic…it was very them.” I explained.

 “Lydia…do you realize what when people ask us our wedding story it will read like this: Well, we got married in about a half hour, ran through an airport, oh and my wife didn’t register for syphilis but she sure as hell got it and we had a huge fight about it on our wedding night…” Roger paused and stared at me for a moment. “…and we woke up and…we loved each other more than we did the day before.” He somewhat mumbled. I smiled at him, digging myself deeper into my pillow.

 “You left out the part about how we opted to be bound together by a silk tie rather than wedding bands. Don’t forget that because it’s kinda’ important.” I gave him a wink that was half buried in my pillow. It made him laugh. Roger pushed himself up until he was in a sitting position. He leaned back on his hands and I could hear his shoulders pop and crack.

 “I’m sore…”Roger remarked, rolling his head around. I inhaled deeply.

 “Mmm…no wonder…my arms hurt a little. I’ll rub ya’ shoulders later. You’re probably tensed up.” I promised Roger.

 “You’re good at that, Lyd. Works every time. ‘Ey…why do I always call you Lyd and you answer me?” Roger asked. The question took me by surprise. What the hell kind of question was this?

 “Huh? What the…what do you mean? You…you don’t remember the night you just…cut off half my name?” I rolled around to my back.

 “No…I don’t guess.” Roger said, an inquisitive look on his face.

 “Roger! We were at your flat? You were sittin’ there on the couch? You were buzzin’ on coke? You looked at me and say ‘hey Lyd’ and I thought where did that come from?” I said, trying to toggle Roger’s memory.

 “What!? Noooooo! I was not buzzin’ on coke! And I don’t sound like that!” Roger insisted.

 “I know, that’s my ‘I’m trying to sound like Roger voice’. And yes you were buzzin on coke! I was too! You can’t tell me you don’t remember that night! I stayed at your flat. It wasn’t our first time, but it was sure the first time that I stayed with you for the night. Remember!? It was the night you asked me to be your girlfriend!? The sex was…all kinds of great? And the sex in the morning was even better? Hello? Is anybody home in there?” I reached my hand up and flicked Roger’s head.

 “Ooooooooh yeah…yes…I remember now! My god…that’s why I don’t call you Lydia? All because of a couple lines of coke!? I thought it was because that’s when I knew I loved you and it was my pet name for you! Shit…we were crazy kids, Lyd. We did some crazy shit.”

 “No, sweetheart. That wasn’t love it was coke. You called me Lyd, I called you Rog and the rest is history…but I didn’t know you loved me then. Oh, by the way I need your credit card. I can’t use mine it says Campbell…every important thing I have says Campbell!” I said as I rolled over again and reached for the room service menu on the nightstand. “What do you want for breakfast, I’m starving?”

 “Yeah, me too. Well, I want a cigarette for sure. Okay, I’ll leave it on the table for you when I leave. You got cash?” Roger asked of me as I continued looking over the menu.

 “Yeah.” Was my response.

 “How much?” he asked.

 “I don’t know…like…maybe 2500.”

 “Okay. You’re all set then.” Roger laid back down with me, his head on my shoulder as we looked over the room service menu.

 Closer to Earth, in room 701; Chrissie had her eyes fixated before her:

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 She sighed heavily and in one swift motion, cleared everything before her into the wastebasket beside the sink. She could hear the telly as she leaned forward and put her arms on either side of the sink, staring into the basin with a disappointed and frustrated look on her face. She closed her eyes and sighed again, turning around, leaving the bathroom and flipping the light out behind her.

 “Their all negative.” She told Brian, who was reading the complimentary morning paper and absently watching the telly before him. Chrissie pulled on her fingers and chewed on her lip as Brian looked up from the paper at her, folding the pages and sitting them aside.

 “All of them?” Brian questioned. Chrissie shook her head.

 “I didn’t stutter did I!?” she snapped, a little too defensively. Brian didn’t answer; rather he peered at the floor. “I’m sorry. I…I shouldn’t have responded that way.” Chrissie sighed heavily and walked over to the small table before the window. She opened up her pocket calendar. Ironically, her calendar was bleeding with red circles and x’s. She marked another X on the date and started counting. “I should ovulate again between the 27th and the 4th.” Chrissie stated shutting her pocket calendar. Brian didn’t respond again as he studied the floor.

 “So, what are you saying?” he finally asked.

 “Well, that’s when we can try again.” Chrissie said, shoving her calendar back into her handbag. There was silence again as Brian watched her dig around in her handbag for her bottle of vitamins. Brian shifted around on the bed.

 “Chrissie…” he began rather seriously, looking over to her. She lifted her eyes to his. He shook his head. “What are you and the girls doing today?” his tone of voice changed, as if he had changed his mind as to how he was going to complete his sentence.

 “We’re goin’ shopping. Oh, I just can’t wait to ask Lydia how her dinner with Roger went last night. I’m sure they had…!” Chrissie explained. Brian cut her off.

 “…sex…I’m sure they had sex.” He finished the sentence for Chrissie and studied her with intense eyes. Chrissie didn’t answer him, not that Brian was necessarily looking for an answer. They were very quiet as they watched each other. The ringing phone on the nightstand interrupted the silence. Once again, it was assumed to be Freddie with the friendly reminder of the morning rehearsal. Brian reached over to answer it while Chrissie continued to watch him. Sure enough, it was Freddie. She listened as Brian talked with him for a moment before hanging up. “Freddie wants us downstairs in two hours.”

 “You want to get some breakfast? Maybe some tea? You’re hungry aren’t you?” she asked of Brian. He glanced at Chrissie again.

 “Starving…” was his brief answer.