Petty Little Beatles

Act 1: Scene iii

Tom had awoken when Kay's thoughts of the past night ceased to an end. He had placed a hand delicately on her shoulder, and she glanced over, staring blissfully into his blue eyes of warmth. He leaned over to brush his lips against hers. Kay hesitated, then she kissed him back. Tom put his hands on her waist and pulled her closer. Morning light poked into the room, sending a light gold over it all. Tom began to kiss Kay's jawline and neck, then her collarbone, chest and torso through her t-shirt. She placed her hands on the back of his head and ruffled his hair slightly. Then, Tom lifted his head and kissed her lips again. He smiled at her, his own face only a small bit away from hers.

"Good morning, honey."

Kay returned the smile. "Good morning to you, too, Tommy." She tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear.

Tom's thoughts drifted to their decision of the former day. "At the agency, I meant what I said." He sat up and put his arms around her. "I'm not going to let the media be a nuisance, either, if they decide to poke into our children's lives." He held her close. "They're not going to bother us, and if they do, they do. But that should not happen." He kissed the top of her head.

"The media can be a pest," Kay said.

"It's a bunch of bullshit, that's what it is!"

"Thomas!" Kay scolded him, but her eyes were filled with more than a bit of amusement. She sighed, and her disapproving expression shifted. "I'm not going to deny the truth in that, though." Her smile returned.

Tom laughed, and pushed back the covers. "I'm making breakfast for you."

Kay looked at him. "No, you don't have to - I'll -"

"No, I'll make it."

"I'm still going to help."

Tom laughed again, and kissed her cheek. "Goodness, we're both so stubborn. Fine, you can help, too," he teased.

Kay replied, "Good." She stepped out of bed and headed for the restroom, where she turned on the shower and removed her t-shirt and undergarments. Outside the closed door, she could hear Tom already frying up something. By the smell, it was bacon, and she smiled. For a former wannabe vegetarian, bacon sounded delightful. Kay had to smile at the thought as she stepped into the shower. She shampooed her hair and washed. The streams of hot water from overhead were certainly a wake-up call in the most literal sense. She smiled a bit as she thought back to the four British boys she and Tom had adopted. The clerk had said it would be a week, at least, and Kay knew it could have been a longer wait. Even then, it seemed to be a long time between where time currently stood and the time when she and Tom would meet their children. She had to admit it was odd for her to already think of them as her children, but she could not think of what else she would call them. Kay shut off the water, just as a knock on the door startled her. She was pulling a towel around her when from the outside came Tom's voice.

"Honey, the bacon's done. I've already set a plate for you when you're ready."

"Thanks, dear," Kay said through the door.

"You're welcome." She could hear the smile in his voice.

Kay dried off and put on a simple combination of undergarments, jeans, and a t-shirt. She left the restroom and entered the kitchen, amused but not entirely surprised to see that Tom had kept his word. Tom himself was seated opposite her, already devouring a bit of toast and bacon.

He looked up at her. His hair was a mess, uncombed and ruffled, and he had a patch of dark circles beneath his eyes. He wore worn-out jeans that were wearing away at the knees, and his shirt was buttoned crookedly, but Kay thought he was still handsome. Tom was not built like an underwear model nor was his face exceptionally handsome, but his heart was good and well. Even before she had found out he played in a rock-n-roll band, she could have seen his personality was worth more than his looks. In spite of this, Kay still blushed when he looked up at her.