Skylar woke up as the sun glared in her face, signaling it was much too early for her to be awake. Groaning quietly, she untangled herself from the sheets and tried to force herself to welcome the day.

"Tim?" She asked, looking quickly as the empty space of his side of the bed. He never woke up before her. Normally he woke up when she started to bang her dresser drawers and complain about having nothing to wear.

"Tim!" She called his name again, louder this time. Did he decide he was going to leave her after all? Was her apologies and promises not enough for him? Skylar could start to feel the tears welling up in her eyes.

"I'm in the kitchen, love!" His voice floated up the staircase, quickly relieving her panic. She smiled sweetly to herself, pleased that his forgiveness last night carried through the night. The memories of the rest of the night however reminded her that yesterday was not the end of the tough days, but only the beginning of the hardships she was going to have to face.

Skylar sat down on the edge of the bed, staring out the window to the sun. She had made many promises to Tim last night. She had to quit her job, and start making wedding plans. There were also quite a few more people she had to apologize for her behavior over the last year, especially her mother and Harry. When did she suddenly become an adult with responsibilities?

"Why can't I be a kid again? Life was simple then." She muttered, shrugging out of her dirty clothes. She pulled out the first pair of pants and shirt that her fingers touched, not even bothering to check if they matched. Of all the decisions she would have to make today, this would be the least important. A sweet scent triggered her sense of smell, and pushed all worries from her head. Pancakes.

Apparating, she popped into the kitchen behind Tim.

"That was quick." Tim laughed, barely fazed by her sudden appearance.

"I had to be sure that my senses weren't betraying me. You made me pancakes." She gushed, kissing his cheek. He turned his head to catch her lips with his. "Here, these are done. Eat up, you have a long day ahead of you."

Skylar took the plate he handed her and sat down at the center island. "Ugh, don't remind me please." Grabbing for the syrup, she looked down and saw what he had done for her. In pancakes he made an "I", a heart and a "U".

"I don't deserve you." Skylar told him, setting the syrup back on the counter.

Tim turned around and started to smile at her, but noticed her eyes starting to get watery.

"Why are you crying?" He asked, setting down his wand and rushing to her side. The sight of Skylar crying was scary to him. He could count the number of times he had seen her cry on one hand, and it only happened when she was hurt or someone else was hurt. She didn't even cry at her father's funeral, but at that point the numbness had taken over her daily actions.

Tim held her to his chest, trying to calm her down.

"I don't know. After all I've put you through, you wake up the next morning and make me I love you pancakes."

"What did you expect me to do? Leave?"

"Yes! It's what I deserve."

"Sky, when are you going to realize you're a good person and deserve much more than you give yourself credit for?"

"Never." She muttered, shoving a piece of pancake in her mouth. The soft dough melted in her mouth, and melted the ice away from her hardened heart. Tim rolled his eyes and went back to cooking.

"So what are your plans for the day?" He asked, trying to lighten the mood from Skylar's self-deprecating rant.

"Go to my mom's house and apologize for not being there for her yesterday. Then hunt down some bridesmaids to help me plan this wedding. And lastly, go to the Auror's office and tell them I resign."

Tim turned around, surprised at this statement. "Are you serious? I thought you were just talking out of your ass last night."

"I promised you I would. It's about time I got my life in order."

Tim left his pancakes again to be able to wrap his arms around his fiancé.

"Do you want me to come with you? I can get someone to cover the shop for me."

"You don't have to, I think I can handle it myself." She let her head rest on his chest, listening to his careful heartbeat. "But if I need you, don't be surprised if I show up at the shop."

"I'll be there for you, always."

Skylar raised her head and found Tim's lips. She kissed him passionately, trying to express to him how she truly appreciated him. He broke away and grinned at her.

"Now, if you're going to do all that today, you might want to find an outfit that matches."

For the first time, Skylar looked down at what she had chosen to wear. Lime green shirt with her teal dress pants.

"You just don't know real fashion." Sticking out her tongue like a child, she ran up the stairs to change into a more appropriate ensemble.