“Mmm, I like the way you think, Ms. Parker.”

Tate couldn’t stop the grin that appeared on his face for the first time in hours. They had made sweet glorious love for hours after that and Tate couldn’t help but wonder if that was when their baby was conceived. Running his hand down his face, he closed his eyes, resting his eyes for only a second. To his surprise one of his favorite moments came to mind.

“So,” she whispered against his bare chest with a lazy grin on her face. Tate smiled, cupping her cheeks before he kissed her softly.

“So?”

“I love you.”

His smile remained as he said, “I love you.”

“I’d go to the end of the world for you, you know that right?”

When he paused, his lips curving in a big grin, they both shook with laughter at the corniness of her declaration of love.

“Wow, babe, that was cheesy!”

“Right? Grilled cheese, cheesy.”

“No, Macaroni and cheese, cheesy,” he laughed.

“No! Extra cheese on pizza, cheesy,” she giggled as happy tears ran down her face. Shaking his head, their laughter subsided and they returned their attention back to the TV, but before they became too engrossed in the show, Tate whispered, “I’d do the same for you, baby.”

Audrey looked up, confused, “What?”

“Go the end of the world and back, just for you.”

Tears gathered in his eyes as he leaned his head back against the wall. He loved her so much and they had so many good times together. She just couldn’t leave him. She had to recover and make more of those times. He could remember each one like it was yesterday. Like the first time he opened the car door for her.

“What are you doing?”

Tate motioned to the door, “I’m opening the door for you.”

Audrey narrowed her eyes; she looked genuinely confused, “Why?”

“Because I’m supposed too?”

Still narrowing her eyes, she said, “Guys still do that?”

Tate’s lip quirked up as he motioned for her to get in, “I do, now come on; I don’t want to be late.”

Audrey still didn’t move, instead she leaned over pinching his arm, “OW!” he yelled out, moving away, “What was that about?”

“Well, you’re real.”

He found himself laughing out loud as he remembered the way she looked at him as if he had grown three heads. She found it so weird that he always opened the door for her, but that was the way he was raised. For hours, he went through all their amazing moments. Especially the time she made him watch some sappy girly movie called The Vow.

Glancing over at her, Tate saw that she was bawling her eyes out and he had to admit, the movie was sad as hell but he wasn’t crying! When she caught him looking at her, she smacked him arm.

“It’s so sad!” she cried.

“I know, babe, but why are you crying like we are in that movie?”

“Because I am! Leave me alone!”

Tate chuckled, bringing her in close, cuddling her as she cried which was basically the whole movie. But he wasn’t bothered with it. The movie was fantastic. Sad and touching. Tate believed in true love, and, boy, did that movie prove it.

“What would you do if that happened to you?” she asked.

Tate smiled, “The same thing that guy did, I would fight forever though. I don’t think I could let go.”

“I couldn’t either, let’s promise that if we ever get into a car wreck and I go into a coma because I took my seat belt off for car sex, and then I forgot you, that you will never stop fighting for me. If the roles are reversed, which I doubt they ever will be ‘cause you wouldn’t take your seat belt off if I was already naked and ready for car sex, I’d do the same for you.”

Laughing, Tate rolled his eyes, “Excuse me for being safe.”

“Hey, I have nothing against being safe, but sometimes a girl likes some hot car sex, and you have yet to give it to me,” she said with a devilish grin.

“You want car sex?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact I do.”

“What if I can’t get it up because I am nervous?”

She bit her lip before she winked and said, “I’d help ya out, don’t worry.”

Tate nodded before he said, “In my truck or yours?”

She smiled as she thought about it, “Mm, yours. No, wait, mine, no, yours. It would be hot in yours.”

Tate nodded as he thought it over. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

Standing up, he said, “Yup, lets go.”

“What?!” she shrieked as he picked her up off the couch and threw her over his shoulder. Opening the door, he ran across the yard as she complained about the cold weather against her exposed thighs, but he didn’t care. She wanted car sex; he was going to give her the best damn car sex imaginable. Opening the door of his truck, he threw her in before following in behind her. She met him half way, her mouth on his as she undid the buttons of his shirt, pulling it off him. Laying her back, he sat up on his knees and pulled her shorts and panties off, throwing them down on the floorboard, as she pulled her shirt above her head.

“I see the complaining about the weather stopped,” he muttered against her lips.

She giggled as she said, “I’m suddenly overheated.”

Even though, he should had been thinking about sexy stuff, he found himself wondering what would happen if she did wake up. Would she remember him? Or would he be fighting for her until she remembered him? Why did she make him watch that movie? Shaking his head, he looked up at her, and said, “When you wake up, you better remember me, you hear me?” He knew she wasn’t going to answer but he needed to say that for his own good. He knew that their love was too strong for her to ever forget him. He had to believe that.