That reunion was a fews week ago. Now I'm living in a shared apartment with Justine. We'd decided we were old enough to move out. It was a three bedroom little little place, two blocks away from the Union. So it was extremely central to all that was important around us. Tom technically lived at home still. Although he sleep here more than his own our, either that or Jim's. The third bedroom had come in handy our flat was our own little in between house. Kind of like what Georgie Finches is to her families. I'd been spending a lot of time there since my return. I was a complete sucker for cute babies and I adored her son Bill. When ever her and Sam ever needed I offered for me and Tom to baby sit Bill and her step son Callum. I never called Callum her step son though, nobody did unless you wanted to be knifed by Georgie. She had come to love him like her own son, just like her brother Joe who was technically a half brother to her.

Sam had gotten joint custody and the two had already gotten married in my absence but I sent my regards all the same. Georgie still hasn't changed the attic. It's still Toms really. We've snuck up there when we've been baby sitting some nights. And the memories of our first time flood back making my heart beat.

Its Sunday and I'm laying on top of my sheets reading a book with Tom leaning on my shoulder. I left my door slightly open and we hear a giggle from the lounge room. Justine been dating the violist Ben for a while now.

"I can't believe they haven't slept together yet" Tom comments in disbelief.

I sigh. "Oh shut up Tom. Not everyone has the need to get into another persons pants immediately. Don't be so judgmental"

"You didn't seem to mind when I got in yours"

He knows he's in for it, I see him smirk in the corner of my eye. I swear he actually enjoys stirring me up, we both do really. I shut the book abruptly and hit him with it. He sits up puts his arms out in defense trying to retrain my wrists.

"Thomas Mackee you are an insensitive pig at times you know" I say slapping him another time.

"Aw, come on babe. You can't get mad at me for saying something thats true"

I don't know what part of his words to be more angry about.

"Babe? I'm not a babe Thomas! A babe is something less than twelve months old. Its the name of a baby pig in a movie. Do I look less than twelve months old to you? Do you think I resemble a baby pig!"

I don't give him time to answer.

"No I don't think so Thomas." He knows he's in trouble when I call him Thomas.

"If you'd let me interrupt Ms. Finke. Babe can also be used informally and this is in dictionaries I assure you, as an affectionate form of address"

"Its also what men who date multiple women call there wives and mistresses to ensure they don't get muddle with their names. I will not be a woman who lets a man use 'babe' as a cop out to make his life easier" I do believe what I say is valid despite knowing Tom isn't cheating on me. He confessed he would be too scared once.

"But what if I call my wife the name of my mistress, Tara?"

I hit him again with the book again.

"Ok. Ok! How about Baby?" He suggests cheekily holding his hands up in defense.

Whack

"Honey"

Whack

"Sweetie?"

Whack

"Sugar?"

Whack, "and why must all these pet names have to resemble food? Its making me hungry"

Toms laughing now in fits. I whack him again just for fun.

"Ow. I didn't even say anything offensive that time" He complains rubbing his arm.

"I know" I smile and ruffle his hair.

"I take that this is my cue to get in your pants?" He's really pushing his luck today. Tom throws the book off the bed before I can hit him with it. I exaggerate my shock horror and slap him instead. He doesn't budge and kisses me anyway.

"Not on your life" I mumble pulling away and slapping him again.

"Aw. Finke I'm just playing. You know that."

"Go get me food before I remember that you threw my book on the floor"

He sits up and kisses my head swiftly.

"Ok sweetie pie" he calls standing at my door.

The pillow I throw hits the door he exits out of and I hear a chuckle from the other room.