:: Robby and Michael ::
If someone were to have told Michael Winston that he would be this happy, he would have told him that he was crazy. He looked across the store and smiled. The tiny space was packed with people and he had been so busy that he realized that he was going to have to find a larger place. The publicity that he had received after the grand re-opening and the murder had made him a reluctant hero and the interior decoration job that he'd done for the Mayor's wife had brought him more business than he could have imagined.
And Robby. He sighed deeply. In the days since the incident, Robby had continued his metamorphosis. He retained his outer hard shell for his police work, but when he came home, he was all silk and satin inside. He laughed more often. He cried more often. He opened himself up and shared every bit of his life with Mike. Mike watched Robby's catharsis, amazed at his partner's rebirth. He couldn't be more proud of him.
The back door bell rang and he left Jerry in charge of the register to answer it. Instead of a vendor waiting to deliver product, Robby stood there, a bouquet of tulips in one hand and a huge picnic basket in the other. No words needed to be spoken; both men moved together and their mouths touched softly, Mike's arms curled around Robby's neck.
"I didn't expect to see you today."
"Why not? Can't a new detective take his honey out for lunch?"
Mike's face broke into a grin and he hugged Robby. "You passed!"
"Yep. I start next week. First shift." Robby's dark eyes met his. "I'll be home for dinner every night."
Mike hugged him again. That had been so important to Robby. He wanted to be able to come home and spend the evening with Mike, like ordinary couples. They could shower together and go to bed together. And wake up together. "Oh, Robby."
"Here, take these and come with me."
"Where are we going?"
