A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Saint's POV

I glanced at the digital clock on the kitchen counter. It was almost nine o'clock. 

I wasn't really surprised that Perth was not yet home. He was probably still having fun at Amanda's birthday party. I just hoped that he did not take too much alcohol. I just hated the smell of alcohol on anybody's breath. If he came home with alcohol breath, I'm going to sleep in the sofa in the leaving room. He can have the whole bed to himself. After all he is still recovering from his injuries.

I took a last sip from my cup of tea before placing it in the kitchen sink. I did not feel like washing it. It can wait till tomorrow.

I gave a final glance at the kitchen digital clock before heading for the bathroom.

I was starting to feel tired and sleepy after coming out of my shower. The warm water enhanced my circulatory system which made me feel drowsy.

I quickly dried my hair and went over to the bedroom. I grabbed my pillows and blanket and brought them to the living room. If Perth came home with alcohol breath I was already all set in the living room. If he came home without alcohol breath, I could always bring my pillows and blanket back to the bedroom. Easy as abc.

I lay on the sofa and turned the TV on. The weatherman was on the screen giving his weekly forecast. In the middle of it all, I dozed off into dreamland.

I had a really beautiful dream. I was surrounded by puppies of every kind and breed. I was lying on a thickly carpeted floor and they were all over me, asking to be cuddled.

One particular big puppy was nuzzling my neck, its fur tickling my ear and cheek. Suddenly it was licking me, its mouth all over my mouth. I awoke gasping for breath.

"Huh? How did you get in here? What time did you come in?" I was surprised to see Perth looking down on me with a a big smile. "And how come your breath is smelling of mint instead of alcohol?"

"Whoa, sweetheart, one question at a time," Perth was still wearing that silly grin. "I let Amanda's father's driver unlock the door for me because I couldn't reach the lock from the height of my wheelchair, that's answer to question number one. Answer to question number two, I came in half an hour ago. I could have come back earlier but I was dependent on the driver's services and he was following his boss's instruction on what time to take me home. And finally, answer to question number three, the reason my breath is smelling of mint instead of alcohol is because I managed to give myself a shower and to brush my teeth before coming to kiss you awake. Touch my hair, it's still wet."

Perth took my hand and placed it on his head. Yes, his hair was indeed still wet, and I noticed that he was already in his silk purple pajamas.

"How did you manage to shower and change into your pajamas?" I asked.

"Darling love of my life, " Perth said, cupping my face in his hands, "I have progressed in my physical therapy and can support my weight and walk short distances now. My PT is hoping that by next week I won't be needing my wheelchair anymore."

"Congratulations," I said, sitting up from my lying position and then giving him a quick peck on his cheek.

He looked disappointed.

"Is that all I get?" he asked in a whiny voice.

I suddenly remembered something.

"Wait, you said earlier that you had asked the driver to unlock the door for you. If you can already support your weight for a short period of time, how come you couldn't stand up from your wheelchair to unlock the door?"

"Because, my ever dearest sweetheart, I was still a bit tipsy and didn't want to waste time fumbling with the doorknob. Does that answer your question?"

I gathered my pillows and bunched up my blanket in my arms before looking him squarely in the eye and saying, "I am going back to our bedroom. You better be up to the challenge."

"Huh???" he asked, his face now looking anxious. "What kind of challenge?"

I just winked naughtily at him and marched towards our bedroom.

He quickly wheeled himself right behind me.

"Huh???" this time I was the one who got anxious because I turned around to see him standing tall very close behind me.

"Remember I can support my weight now for short periods of time?" he asked with a naughty smile.

Then with one push on my chest I found myself flat on the bed and saw his looming figure descending on me.