2000

LIZ and Spencer successfully got married with the audience of only the priest and Greg. Thanks to Greg, it wasn't hard for them to get a house of their own and live together.

It was almost a month now since they got married. Spencer was still going to school as he hadn't finished his education, while Liz had a job at a news station where she casted weather.

They both lived happily ever after.

It was honeymoon season for them now as Liz took a leave in her work and Spencer had holidays in school which will approximately last them a month.

One morning, Spencer woke up to see Liz beside him. He had always wanted to see Liz right beside him early in the morning, but now not only did he see her right beside him, but he'd see her everyday.

He had wondered what her face would look like in the dawn of the day as he brushed aside her hair to view her face properly.

She looked like a baby still sleeping on her mother's arms. She was so pretty, even with the scattered hair, dark eye corners and sleepy face.

He leaned forward and gave her a kiss. She smiled awakening.

"Look at you. All your fans watching your news on TV wouldn't know you're as lazy as this" he said.

"What do you mean lazy?" She tried sitting but gave up.

"Don't bother debating. I'll go-" Liz cut him shut by dragging him towards her and brushing her lips on his. The urge came again, he had just taken her twice last night and he wanted her now as if he hadn't had her before, again.

Dang it! How does she do it?

She leaned on him and continued now kissing him on his neck. He let out a small moan and didn't believe he just did that.

"Now, Mr Spencer do you think I'm lazy?" She whispered into his ears barely kissing them as she massaged his stomach with her hands.

"Now stop lazying around and get us some breakfast" she stood up and left for the bathroom.

Spencer smirked going to the kitchen.

Liz had finished taking her bathe and decided to wear a top and join him in the kitchen.

She found him whisking the eggs and whistling like all men do. She stood beside the door handle and kept looking at him.

He was so adorable in his night robe and those hairy legs that tingled her body last night. She sighed from the pleasure that came rushing back.

He brushed his hair with his hands, a habit she had come to realize, and fried the eggs. He's cute.

"Hmmmmmm... What's cooking?" She held him from the back, preventing him from turning around and facing her.

"Spaghetti Liz. Italian recipe" he replied.

"Can I help you with anything?" She touched spoons and bowls looking for what to get her hands into.

"Oh, yes. You can help arrange the table" he replied.

"On it" she left for the dining.