Forget Me Not

1. Two Minutes

A/N: okay I will very rarely post an authors note at the beginning of a chapter but I will tell you the prologue goes directly into this chapter, but because I have it in third person I didn't want it to be an 'official' chapter.

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Kennedy's POV

"Hey baby, how was your day?" He asks wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Busy." I laughed stirring the ground beef into the tomato sauce. "What about yours?"

"Oh you know. The usual, cases coming in and out of my office, delegating the boring cases to the other guys,saving the best for myself." He says kissing my cheek.

"But of course." I replied sarcastically turning off the stove top,and spinning to face him. "Dinner is almost done probably another ten minutes."

"Mmkay. I'm gonna go take a quick shower then." He says as he loosens his tie and walking out of the kitchen.

I follow him into the hall as he begins to unbutton his shirt. "You coming?" He asks throwing his shirt at me.

"No, last time I left dinner to shower with you the house almost burnt down."I say as I catch his shirt and turn towards the laundry room.

"Awe babe. Come on, it was just a small fire. No big deal."

"Yeah okay! Tell that to the insurance company!" I yell after him.

I hear his deep laughter as the bathroom door closes and the shower turns on.

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"Put. Down. The dish soap."

I freeze in place as he walks up behind me taking the dawn soap container from my hands. "But..." I protest.

"No. No buts. I'm doing the dishes."

"Sam. I can do the dishes, it's not a big deal. Go watch the game." I say trying to push him away from the sink, but he doesn't move an inch.

"Nope. You made dinner and I'm doing dishes."he says proudly as he adds soap to the sponge in his hand.

"Uhg. Why do we always have this fight?"

"Because you keep trying to do dishes. If you'd just let me wash them there wouldn't be any reason to argue."

"Whatever." I say as I jump up on the counter a little ways from the sink.

"Hey you got something on your face."Sam says reaching toward me with his soapy hand.

"Where?"I say reaching up to my face.

"I'll get it."

At the last minute he swiped his whole hand down my face leaving a trail of soap, with a giant grin on his face.

"You're such a child." I say rolling my eyes as I reach for the sprayer.

"Oh you love it." He says with a wink.

"Oh I do?"

"You know you do."

"Yeah I do." I say with a smile and squeezing the trigger soaking him instantly.

His jaw dropped in surprise. "Oh yeah! Now you're gonna get it."

Throwing me over his shoulder he carries me to the living room dropping me on the couch ticking me.

"The house is gonna flood." I laugh trying to catch my breath.

"The house is not going to flood if we leave the sink on for two minutes."