For Our Eyes Only

Chapter 5

The worst thing about being a cop is the work schedule.

On an uneventful day, we do the typical 9am to 5pm work day. But sometimes, on days like today, they call you at 5:30 in the morning, asking you to come in by 7.

I was sound asleep on the couch, dreaming about Too Close For Comfort. Jules and I were spooning it up half-moon style when I heard her phone ring. I felt her stretch out to answer it.

"O'Hara?" she whispered drowsily. "Mhm. Uh-huh. Yeah. Okay. Mhm. Bye."

She rolled over so she was facing me.

I kept my eyes closed.

"Shawn," she mumbled. "Shawn, wake up." She shook my shoulder.

I don't know why, but I've always found Jules' attempts to wake me up hilarious. I guess it's just the fact that she's a tiny little human violently shaking me awake. So of course I couldn't resist smiling a little bit at her effort.

"Shawn, I see you smiling." She propped herself up on one elbow.

I laughed a little and opened my eyes.

"Good morning," she grinned, moving so she could kiss me.

"Good morning, sweetheart," I yawned.

"Come on, get up. It's 5:30 in the morning. The chief wants us to come down to the police station. All of the officers from Monterey and Santa Barbara are coming today," she smiled excitedly, crinkling her nose a little bit.

I sat up, drowsily got off the couch, and watched as she jumped up to hop in the shower.

Since I couldn't shower until she was done, I figured that I might as well make breakfast.

I walked to the kitchen.

I'm the best cook in the house, which really says something about how bad Jules' food is, because I'm god-awful as well.

Luckily, there's nothing hard about putting toast in the toaster and making omelettes.

I did so, and before I knew it, Jules was coming down the stairs in one of her cute little gray pantsuits, her hair still wet.

"Hey. Aw, you made breakfast!" she smiled.

"Yeah. Let's eat."

We sat down at the table with our breakfast and started eating. After a few minutes of eating in comfortable silence, she spoke.

"So," she started. "We only have two weeks until the big day."

"The big day, huh?"

"The big day."

"I'm very excited."

"Me too. Now that we don't have to worry about vows, pretty much everything is ready... it just feels so surreal."

"Yeah, I agree. Two weeks!" I shouted, standing up.

Jules clapped her hands loudly. "Two weeks! Let's do this!"

"We're getting married! Two weeks!" I started up the stairs to go get ready. I loved when Jules and I got pumped over our wedding together like that. I couldn't wait.