Amelia watched him go through his bag, find the clothes and dismiss her. When he was gone she dropped flat on the bed with her face in her hands and took a deep breath. This was no good.<br/><br/>A couple of hours he'd said. Was she really gone that long?<br/><br/>The thought that he might have worried about her and Jim, just as much as she worried about him and Grace, entered her mind. She bit her lip, exhaled slowly and rolled over to her back.<br/><br/>This was Bobby. Her Bobby. A little smile tugged on her lips and she lay her hands on her stomach, looking at the ceiling. Beautiful, darling Bobby. With his bright smile and his wonderful loving presence, no matter what. She felt a stab of guilt at the way she brushed him off and sat up in the bed. There was an easy way to fix that.<br/><br/>Feeling a bit more like herself, she slipped out of the dress and the underwear and wrapped herself in a robe instead. She looked at herself in the mirror, a slight smirk on her pretty face, and then padded quickly over to the bathroom. She opened the door quietly, hearing the rush of water from inside, and slipped in.<br/><br/>She dropped the robe on top of his clothes on the counter and slid the glass door open a little bit.<br/><br/>"Still want company?" She asked quietly in a sweet voice, her eyes glowing with the love she felt for him.<br/><br/>