Chapter One Hundred and One: Breakfast at the Moretti's

Xander arrived home with his suit jacket draped over his arm and a exhausted look on his face, the so-called bed at the corner of his cell did nothing but tighten the creak in his back.

“Xander!” Serenity rushed out of the kitchen still dressed in her nightgown, her hair didn’t look like it’d seen a hairbrush yet, but Xander still thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

“I’m here, Love.” He spread his arms and welcomed her tight hold on him. There was something about being in her arms that automatically drained the tension in his shoulders and as he buried his face in her neck and inhaled her natural, womanly scent, Xander felt like he could conquer the world.

“Are you okay?” Serenity moved back and cupped his cheek, searching his body for any signs of injury.

“I’m fine. I could use a shower, but I’m fine, you don’t need to worry about me. Now, tell me how are you?” His hands ran up her arms and stopped when he held her face between them.

“I’m fine, I guess.” Sereni