MORNING

Wyatt appears to still be dead to the world when Lucy wakes. She's playing the little spoon to his big spoon, his face buried in her hair, his arms wrapped firmly around her waist. They're both still dressed in the jeans and shirts they were wearing the night before, but Lucy can't bring herself to care about how uncomfortable she is right now. She could be wearing one of the many dresses from the 19th century and before, that she's been forced into over the past year, and she still wouldn't care. Not when she's finally waking up in Wyatt's arms. Careful not to wake him, she shifts round so she's facing him.

"You're not as stealthy as you like to think you are." She freezes momentarily as his voice washes over her.

She turns to face him fully. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"You didn't, I've been awake for a while." He runs his hand up her arm, her neck, and up into her hair. With his hand on the back of her neck, he brings her closer to him and peppers several small, quick kisses to her lips. He sighs against her. "I can't get enough of you."

"Or I of you." Lucy settles back into his embrace, the two of them content to lay holding each other.

He's not sure how long they've been laying here, but when Wyatt next opens his eyes, 10:39am is blinking at him from the clock on Lucy's bed side table. He rubs a hand up and down her back, causing her to groan and bury herself further into him. "We should get up."

"Don't want to." She mumbles against him. He can barely make out her words.

He chuckles at her, he never knew she could be so lazy. "How about you jump in the shower, while I go make brunch for us, and Amy if she wants?"

She shakes her head. "How about we stay here?"

Wyatt frowns when another voice jumps in from behind the door. "I'm with Wyatt here! Get your ass out of bed, Luce, so soldier boy can cook for us!"

He frowns down at Lucy. "Is she always lurking at your door?"

Once again, she shakes her head against him. "This is new for her."

When Lucy enters the kitchen, she sees her sister perched on one of the bar stools, a mug of coffee clutched in her hands. Wyatt is stood with his back to her, stood at the stove cooking… she's not quite sure what he's making, but whatever it is smells good. As does the coffee Amy's drinking.

She approaches Wyatt at the stove, and wraps her arms around his middle, resting her chin on his back between his shoulder blades. "What'cha making?"

"Shakshuka." He replies as he adds a can of tomatoes to the pan. Lucy turns and frowns at her sister, who just shrugs her shoulders and takes a sip of coffee in return. Wyatt shakes his head at the pair, not taking his eyes off the pan. "Grandpa Sherwin taught me to make it."

Lucy's head snaps back in Wyatt's direction when he mentions his grandpa. He's not spoken about him since their time in 1944, since he helped her get over the hump. "You've not spoken about him in a while."

"No, not since…" Wyatt trails off, unable to talk about exactly what they've been doing for the past year.

"Since 1944. I know everything." Lucy nods her head at her sister, not daring to look at Wyatt. Telling someone about the time travel could get her in a world of trouble, and she knows Wyatt wouldn't approve. Even if it technically wasn't her that told Amy.

Wyatt drops the wooden spoon he's holding to the counter beside the stove, and turns to face Lucy. "You told her!?"

"Hey, don't get mad at her. I pulled it out of her as soon as she got home from that first mission." Amy stands and rounds the island to stand next to her sister.

"Not me. The other me." Lucy shoots Amy a look. A 'why'd you tell him that you know?' look. "Apparently no version of me can keep things from her. I'm sorry."

Wyatt steps forward and pulls her into his arms. She buries her head in his chest. "Don't be sorry. It's just… If agent Christopher ever finds out that you told her, no matter whether it was technically you or not, you'll probably get arrested."

He feels her nod against his chest, and mumble what sounds like "I'm sorry." again.

"I just don't want to see anything happen to you." He pulls away from her and takes her face in his hands. He takes a second to take her in. The unkempt bed-hair; the sleep-filled eyes; the small, loving smile. Dropping a kiss to her forehead, he runs his hands down her neck, her back, coming to rest on her waist. He squeezes slightly before letting go. "Why don't you grab some coffee, while I finish this?"

Amy rolls her eyes beside them. "Could you two be any more nauseous?"

The metal of the cutlery rings against the porcelain of the plate as Amy finishes eating and places her knife and down. "Can you move in? Like become our personal chef?"

Wyatt looks to Lucy, unsure how to answer her sister. She rolls her eyes at Wyatt while delivering a swift kick to one of Amy's shin's under the table.

"What!?" Amy shrugs. She eyes the pair for a moment, trying to decipher whatever Lucy is trying to tell her. She sighs and shakes her head at the older woman. "Well, I'm going to leave you two love birds to it. My podcast won't record itself." She grabs her plate and empty mug, placing them in the sink ready to be rinsed and placed into the dishwasher later, before she leaves the room and heads upstairs.

Lucy sighs when she hears a door slam upstairs. "Finally, I thought she'd never leave."

"All this time without her, and you don't want to spend time with her?" Wyatt reaches across the table and grabs her hand, intertwining their fingers.

"No, I do… It's just I'd rather do that one on one, you know? I mean you saw how she was last night and this morning. I'm going to have to keep her on a leash when she's around you." Lucy looks down, unable to look him in the eye - too afraid that he thinks she's embarrassed to be with him and be seen with him. That couldn't be further from the truth.

Wyatt places a hand beneath her chin and tilts her head up to meet his eyes. "I know… Honestly, I was thinking the same thing. I just didn't want to… offend you or her or anything."

"Don't worry. I know she's a lot to handle sometimes, even for me." Lucy gathers their plates and takes them over to the sink. She begins to rinse them off when Wyatt comes up behind her and tries to take them off her, intent on cleaning up himself. She smacks his hands away. "Nope. You cooked, I'm cleaning."

"Well you won't be cleaning anything tonight. No arguments." Lucy pauses. She turns her head to face him, frowning slightly. "We're going on a date."

"You mean like dinner? In a restaurant?" There's a spark in her eye. Wyatt can't quite decide if it's because she's excited at the thought of going on a date with him, or something else.

He hesitates in answering. Does she not want to go out with him? "…Yeah?"

"It's just it's very social and I wouldn't want people to get the wrong idea…" She smirks at him, teasing.

Shaking his head at her, he joins her in a slight chuckle. "Hilarious. I'll have you know I'm the life of the party."

She eyes him skeptically. Turning the tap off, she turns and places everything in the dishwasher beside her, leaving him hanging.

"Ok, maybe not anymore, but… do you… not want to go out?" After last night and this morning, he thought that's what she wanted.

Lucy turns and wraps her arms around his shoulders, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his lips. He barely has time to respond before she's pulling away. "Relax, soldier. I want to go on a date with you. I do, it's just… dinner in a restaurant seems a little… not us?"

He nods slowly. "Ok… I'm sure I can think of something else."

Wyatt untangles himself from her and snatches his jacket from the back of the sofa. She tilts her head to the side and narrows her eyes at him, watching him walk away. Following him through the house to the front door, she watches as he slips his shoes on. "You're leaving?"

He turns and wraps her back up in arms. "You spend the day with your sister. I have a date to plan." He presses several small kisses to her lips. "I'll pick you up at seven."

LATER

Lucy is holding two oversized jumpers - one cream with gaping sleeves, held together with matching ties around the wrists; and the other a soft pink with a black ribbon tied at the back of the neck - in her hand. She's holding them against her bra clad chest in turn, when Amy wanders past her sister's open door. "The cream one."

She turns to see her sister now leaning against her open doorway, munching on a blueberry muffin. Where'd that come from and why didn't I get one? "Yours and Wyatt's are downstairs in the kitchen for after your date." Amy steps into the room, dropping the empty wrapper in the bin by the door as she approaches her sister. She takes the two jumpers, dropping the pink one to lay on the bed and taking the cream one off it's hanger to hold out to Lucy.

The historian had been worrying all day about what to wear for her date with Wyatt. He'd left that morning without telling her a word of what he had in mind for them that evening. Amy had watched in amusement until her sister had come into her room and started raiding her wardrobe for something to wear. She'd been quick to dart out of the room to grab her sister's phone and call a certain soldier to ease Lucy's mind. All he'd said was to dress casual and comfortable, which had only worried Lucy further.

Lucy takes the jumper and slips it over her head. She turns to regard herself in the mirror. "You sure?"

"Positive." Amy comes up behind her and grabs her shoulders. She steps up on her tip toes and leans forward to press a kiss to her sister's cheek. "Stop worrying. The date will be amazing, whatever he has planned, then you'll come back here to an empty house, and in the morning you won't have to worry about me hanging around and dragging out of bed so your guy can cook for us again."

Lucy frowns and meets her sister's eyes in the mirror. "You won't be here?"

"Nope." Amy pops the 'p' and smirks at her sister. "I have a date of my own tonight."

Lucy's eyes widen with excitement as she spins to face her sister. "Why didn't you tell me!?"

Amy snorts and turns to leave the room, heading to her own to get herself ready to go out. Lucy is hot on her heels, eager for all the information she can draw from the younger woman. Before either can say another a word, a sharp knock echoes through the house. Lucy points at her sister. "We're not done here. I want to know everything."

"Go get the door before he thinks you're standing him up." Amy pushes her out of the room, before she turns to her wardrobe and pulls out several dresses.

Lucy descends the stairs and approaches the front door, she takes a deep breath, exhaling all her nerves before she pulls it open to see… a bouquet of flowers with legs. "Well, I thought I was going out with a guy I used to work with… but you are a beautiful bouquet, so he can fend for himself tonight."

Wyatt pulls the flowers down slightly, his head popping up behind them to see her teasing grin. He sends her one of his own. "Hilarious."

She shrugs, opening the door wider for him to enter. "I thought so."

"For you, ma'am." He holds the flowers out for her to take.

"Why thank you, sir." Lucy takes them and brings them up to her face, inhaling their sweet scent. "I'll put these in some water and we can go."

He nods and shoves his hands into his pockets, watching her walk away. How the hell did I get so damn lucky?

She returns a few minutes later and slips her feet into a pair of white trainers that lay by the front door. He takes her hand as she straightens up and reaches for the door.

"I want her home by 10!" A voice calls out to them from the top of the stairs.

Wyatt turns to frown and the younger Preston sibling. "Um…"

"Ignore her." Lucy says to Wyatt before turning to her sister. "She won't even be here."

The 40 minute drive from Lucy's place to where they'd just pulled up had been spent full of questions. All from Lucy, trying to pull as much information as she could out of Wyatt about their date. Where are we going? What are we doing? Are we there yet? She seems to have forgotten that he was trained to resist torture and interrogation, and no amount of pleading and puppy eyes would break him. She spent the last 5 minutes of the journey pouting and ignoring him when she finally realised he wasn't going to tell her anything.

Her silence continued for a short time as she followed him out of the truck - he wasn't too pleased that she didn't wait for him to open the car door for her - but was soon broken when she spotted the picnic basket he now held in his hand. Her face lights up, this is new to her. Every date she had gone on before meeting Wyatt had been nothing special. Just dinner at a nice restaurant, followed by a stroll through the city. If the guy was bold enough, a home cooked meal - she wished those guys had just stuck to the restaurant and a walk idea the other guys had. They'd all been worse cooks than she is. "A picnic?"

Wyatt nods at her as he holds his free hand out for her to take. She takes it without a second thought, allowing him to pull her through the entrance of the park. "Billy Goat hill. I found this place not long after I lost Jess… Come on, you'll love the views of the city from up here."

This was a part of the city she'd never ventured to before. She'd never really had any reason to. Now though… now she regrets that decision. She approaches the wooden fence lining the side of the cliff, her breath catching in her throat as she takes in the view of the city before her. Wyatt eases up behind her, his arms slipping around her waist and pulling her close to him. "Pretty incredible, isn't it."

"Yeah." She nods slowly in agreement, as she settles into his arms. She could stand here with him, taking in this view, for the rest of her life. Her stomach, however, has other ideas. The loud grumble it emits has Wyatt chuckling into the crook of her neck. He places a soft kiss to the skin at the base of her neck, before moving away from her.

He pulls a blanket out from the top of the basket, laying it on the ground. "Let's get you fed."

Under normal circumstances, her stomach making that sound would embarrass her. With any other guy, she'd have run for the hills… or a different hill, very far away from the one they're on right now. But things are different with Wyatt. She can be free and happy and just… herself, around him. After everything they've been through, this feels more like their 100th date, rather than their first. She takes one last look over San Francisco before she turns back to him, a dreamy look on her face.

"What's that look for?" Wyatt asks her as he pulls tubs full of meats and cheese, fruits and veggies, and finally a bottle of wine and two plastic cups.

"Nothing. I'm just happy." She raises her eyebrows at him when she sees the amount of food laid out before them. "You expecting anyone else?"

He pauses. Am I? Should I be? "Uh… no…?"

"Relax, soldier." She giggles at the look on his face. "It's just a lot of food for two people."

He breaths a sigh of relief and scratches the back of his neck. "Sorry. I just wanted everything to be perfect."

"It is perfect… especially now there's enough food for Amy to snack on when she rolls in… whenever. She'll thank you profusely for that." He relaxes slightly at the mention of her sister.

He nods. "Yeah, I'm starting to realise I'm going to have work harder to please her, than I am to please you."

Lucy begins pulling the lids off all the containers, placing them back in the basket out of the way, while Wyatt grabs the bottle wine and pours two generous servings into the plastic cups. "Keep her well fed and you'll be fine."

He hands her a cup, clinking the two together before they both take a sip. "Cheers."

Lucy isn't sure exactly how much time has passed by the time they pack up their belongings and head home. But she does know that she has had more fun, and laughed harder than she ever has before - and that includes the time Henry and their mother had taken Amy and herself to Disneyland.

Lucy's quiet for the majority of the ride home - unlike before where she was full of questions and energy, excited for the night he had planned for them. She takes the time to think over everything they've been through together. The Hindenburg, the Alamo, Bonnie and Clyde. Moments in history she'd read about in books, and had only ever dreamed about witnessing first hand. Now she has. She was aboard the Hindenburg when it crashed and burned, she was slap bang in the middle of the Alamo, she shared a drink or two with Bonnie and Clyde. And she did all that with one man by her side.

The life she had lived for the last year was one she, never in a million years, expected she would ever live. But she did, and it lead her to Wyatt Logan. He was reckless, and hot-headed, and more often than not she wanted nothing more than to kill him… or at least knock him out for a few hours. He frustrated her to no end. But she wouldn't have him any other way.

Before she knows it, he's pulling up outside her house. He kills the engine and the two sit in silence for a moment, neither wanting the night to end just yet.

Several minutes pass, before she sighs deeply. She smiles softly, her head lolling to the side to face him. "Thank you for this. I had fun tonight."

"So did I." He turns and catches her eye, matching her smile easily. Neither of them have ever been as happy as they are now. "You deserve all this, and so much more."

She snorts at that, suddenly finding her hands twining together in her lap so much more interesting to look at. "I don't know about that."

"You do, and I'll spend everyday convincing you that you do." He says with confidence, a trait she'd always admired in him. One he managed to make make sexy, and not sleazy like most guys do.

Lucy is hesitant in raising her head back up to look him in the eye again. "Everyday, huh? For how long?"

"For as long as you'll have me." Wyatt, however, is anything but hesitant in answering her. He knows how long he wants. He wants forever. He just hopes she wants the same thing.

"Forever." She does.

"Forever."