To Hell with all the cows – every single one of 'em, and the bulls too. From now on – I'm just one happy human female, Jane thought as she walked happily down the street with Eddie, his arm resting around her waist. People pointed as she passed them, whispering things about her outburst on national television earlier that day, and it took all of Eddie's self-control not to give every single one of them the finger. It took all of Jane's self-control as well not to encourage him to do so. But for now, she ignored their comments, still in awe of the man walking beside her – she'd snagged a good one. A wide smile she couldn't control was plastered across her face and she laughed to see an equally ridiculous expression across Eddie's. At every corner – waiting for the "Walk Light," she stood on her tip-toes to kiss him lightly and he'd return the favor until before they knew it, they were so wrapped up in each other – the cars had continued moving again. But it didn't matter, now that she'd found a bul..., er man, that wouldn't grow tired of her – it seemed she had all the time in the world.
Eddie held open the apartment door for her, pulling a mock bow and gesturing in,"This way Dr. Charles."
"Very cute, Eddie," she retorted. He pulled her close and laughed, kissing her on the nose.
"I was just thinking the same thing about you…" Blushing at his compliment, she conceded.
"Alright then," she said in between kisses,"You're forgiven." As they collapsed down onto the couch together, Eddie's elbow landed on the remote and the television started blaring. Jane's curiosity peaked as Liz appeared on the screen, bombarded by reporters, and seemingly enjoying every minute of it.
"No, there never was a Dr. Charles," she began to explain but a pushy reporter interrupted her.
"So it was a fraud? She impersonated a doctor? And preached to the nation about the evils of men, because she'd just been dumped? This appears a drastic and pitiful measure…," his comments were interrupted by the sound of a platform shoe slamming down on someone's toes. The camera faltered and small pain-ridden moans from off screen replaced his accusations.
"Good old, loyal Liz," Jane laughed as she turned off the TV – not eager to see what else the press had in store for her.
"Probably every guy in the nation thinks I'm nuts for falling love with you, the world-renowned man-critic," Eddie admitted, his arms wrapped around her as they lay on the couch. Jane's smile faded slightly.
"Do you mind?" she asked, concerned.
"Hey, if I'm the only guy in the country who could ever love "Dr. Charles" – that means I don't have any competition, right?" In mock anger, she hit him upside the head with a pillow before settling her head back against his chest.
"You're just so funny Eddie Alden…," she said sarcastically and without warning, he began tickling her mercilessly. When he finally relented, she glared up at him.
"Not funny," she chastised, shaking her finger at him.
"So first I'm funny, and them I'm not, can't you chose one?"
Speaking softly and kissing him, she replied,"I chose you." Rising from the couch, continuing the kiss, Jane steered him away from his bedroom door. He broke the kiss and looked down at her questioningly.
"I don't want to walk through that door and be coated in confetti because I'm the 500th customer," she explained and he nodded soberly. Grabbing her hand he pulled her into her bedroom instead.
"It's kinda drafty in here, ya' know," he said, gesturing towards the hole in the wall.
"Don't tell me you don't know at least one way of keeping warm."
"Well," he said, kissing her deeply,"I know a few…"