A/N: Just like everyone else it seems, I'm reeling over that episode of 'The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel'. Until we get more episodes, here is my take on what happens when Midge and Lenny FINALLY wake up!

The sunbeams, of course, are what wake her up first. The pounding in her head was louder than Shy's band, and it felt like there was a sock in her mouth all night. The body next to her was comfortingly warm though; a different warmth than the beating rays coming in through the window. She briefly considered the second bed in the room. It was now covered in yellow teddy bears, she could remember that much at least.

The aforementioned body next to her moved and shifted, one of their legs coming up between her legs, a heavy arm clutching her tighter around the waist. She knew enough to know that she still at least had her underwear on, so at least she didn't fully take Carole's advice to heart. Although if she and this stranger were back in Midge's room, she supposes that Carole's advice wasn't heeded at all.

Midge resisted turning her head until she couldn't stand it anymore. There was an ounce of regret and probably a gallon or two of curiosity resting somewhere under her ribcage. It was that overwhelming urge that finally made her shift her eyes slightly to the left and see what mistake was wrapped around her like her favourite cashmere sweater.

When she did eventually look, the feeling that filled her chest was almost worse than the one that had occupied it moments before.

Lenny Bruce was in her bed.

If you believed what the papers said though, Lenny Bruce was always in her bed.

But she always knew that the rumours weren't true, and he knew that they weren't true, and yet here he is; in her bed. His arm was a heavy weight around her waist, and his scotch stained breath ran down her neck like it was looking for her weak spots. Clearly he had already found them, or she found his; that was just as likely.

She felt an incredible want to wake him, but she also kind of wanted to stay here forever. If she was being completely honest with herself (which she never is) she's wanted to wake up next to Lenny for a long time. It was like he took a bit of her with him that night when they first met. He slipped a joint into her purse and stole away a piece of her heart like a magic trick.

Rolling over, Midge rested her head on his forearm, feeling it press harshly into her head from its place under the pillow that they were sharing. She pressed the heel of her foot against his calf; not enough to wake him, but enough to make it through his sleepy thoughts. She watched his sleeping, line and worry free face. All the stress, all the 'act' was gone for now. For now, he was just Lenny.

The guy that she might have been falling in love from that moment she watched him walk down the stairs at the police station.

She had only been watching him for a minute or two when Lenny's eyes started slowly opening. There was no recognition at first. For the briefest of moments she could tell that to him, she appeared at first as a stranger laying next to him, then perhaps a dream.

They stared at each other in silence for what could have been an eternity. Time passed outside their small fort of blankets, but neither noticed. Midge's thumb moved slowly until it brushed his bottom lip; her fingers grazed his jaw with feather light touches.

His hand moved from her waist up across her arm, and kept going until his hand was in a similar position to her own. He pressed fingers into her soft, pale skin and teased at flushed patches of warmth. The smirk playing on his lips was almost enough to make her lean in and brush their mouths together.

They stared.

And stared.

Until finally, she spoke, "I can't think of anything funny to say."

He sighed and finally let his mood pull up on the edges of his mouth.

"Yeah, me neither," he adjusted slightly and squeezed her shoulder. "It's kind of nice, isn't it?"

Her gaze could have lit up all of downtown. Her smile in that moment may have had enough wattage to power all of Vegas. His heart beat so fast under her hand that she could swear there was a marching band running around in his chest. The thumping against her hand spoke the words she was worried they would never have the chance to say.

"Are you going to say it, or am I?" his question came out smoothly, echoing her thoughts like they were connected with a wire.

"What the fuck happened last night?"

"What the fuck happened last night?" he repeated her question with a laugh in his voice. "I remember running into you in the casino. You just had-"

"I had a fight with Joel. He came to visit, made me feel bad about being away from the kids for so long..."

"We had a couple drinks," they both laughed at the understatement. The insistent pounding in both their heads was enough to confirm that they had more than a couple. "And then maybe a couple more."

"Then we went for a walk. I remember putting on your suit jacket when we got outside." her left hand came up to rub at her aching head. The pain was finally enough to cause action.

Lenny snatched her hand from her forehead with more aggression than Midge was initially sure was necessary, but then she saw what caught his attention. There, on her ring finger, sat a shining new diamond ring that she'd never seen before. Or at the very least she hadn't ever remembered seeing it before. Lenny however, looked like he knew exactly what was resting on her perfectly manicured finger.

Midge took a moment to process, then started getting up from the bed. Lenny looked at her disappointingly at first, but then nodded in understanding. This was more than a drunken hook-up, or at least it seemed to be more than that. It was more than that, but it might also be more than that.

Midge seemed unaware of her state of undress as she looked around for her bag from the night before. Lenny got up from the bed as well and tossed his dress shirt at her, deciding that she would rather be covered than worrying about her makeshift robe being his dirty shirt.

"Here," there was a small stack of pictures on the small dining table across the room. Midge picked them up and knelt on the bed as she threw them down one after another. "I guess that answers the ring question anyway." she sat on her foot and looked up at Lenny while he looked at the photos. "At least it is real; Mama knows."

"I should hope it is real," Lenny was still looking at the pictures. One in particular seemed to catch his eye. "That's my mother's ring your trotting around with, Maisel."

"Bruce."

She couldn't resist the tease. Their blissful morning had a cloud hanging over it that neither was aware of until now. Until Lenny noticed the ring, Midge had thought that maybe that morning would mean a new beginning for them. He looked so happy when he saw that it was her laying beside him, and her heart still felt like bursting at the feeling of his fingers grazing her cheek.

"I'm sure that's what the registration says," he passed the photos to Midge and sat on the edge of the bed. He was bare chested, boxers still on as he ran his fingers through is mass of bedhead.

They looked radiant and happy in the photos Midge held in her hand. Some showed them kissing cheeks, one was her showing off her ring. The one of them looking lovingly at each other made her pause for a moment. She paused again of the shot of them kissing with uncontained smiles.

"Can I tell you a secret?" she hadn't realised the words came out until she saw the barely perceptible nod of his head. "I was incredibly happy when I woke up this morning."

He turned his head just enough so that she could see his small smile.

"Sorry to have fucked it up." he nearly whispered the words. Had they not been the only ones in the room she might not have heard what he said.

"I don't think you did," she walked with her knees towards him and rested a hand on his bare shoulder. "Look, I know this isn't ideal, but…. But I think this could be a good thing."

"What are you trying to say, Midge?"

"I'm saying that… I know we don't know each other very well yet. I know that I just got divorced like, last week, and I know explaining to people, especially my parents will fuc-"

"I don't know why either of us is so surprised," he turned and grabbed her left hand, holding it between both of his, "there's always been a… thing… with us. Figures we'd finally bite the bullet when neither of us were looking."

"Well according to these photos we were both looking just fine."

"You always look fine, Mrs. Maisel; lovely even."

"Bruce." she looked down at their joined hands and back at his face. "I'll still use Maisel as my stage name. I've grown a following and a reputation with that name. That name is how I met you. But until further notice, I'm Mrs. Bruce."

"It would actually be Mrs. Schneider. Lenny Bruce is my stage name, Mrs. Maisel."

"All these names…" she pretended that she was going to faint, a set of actions that he had been too distracted to see.

"Can I tell you a secret?" he moved an arm to wrap around her waist and pulled her closer. He was still sitting half off the bed, but moved a leg so he was facing her almost fully. "I was really happy when I opened my eyes and saw you looking back at me."

"What do you feel when you look at me knowing I probably forced you to marry me last night?" her nose scrunched up when he laughed.

"We were always going to end up here, Midge. Everyone already thinks we are sleeping together."

"I guess they are still wrong about that if our state of dress is any indication."

Lenny looked down at the two of them with her nightie and his boxers still on. It was a sure sign that they hadn't gotten up to anything that he would regret missing for the rest of his life. She was right of course. Ever since that night at The Gaslight people have been asking about their relationship. It hadn't quieted down since, but anytime they are spotted talking or having a drink, the questions start again.

"We could fix that you know?" he leaned in to kiss her cheek, nudging at her with his nose. She let out the most girlish giggle he had possibly ever heard and it made him laugh in return.

She moved her head until their mouth lined up together. He felt her exhale and saw her lips pull up into the most perfect smile. He felt lucky for the first time in his life, and he was hardly the type to let such luck go without a fight.

Then the phone rang.

Of course.