Christian stirred in bed, the light in the room growing brighter as the sunlight darted in past the curtain in the bedroom window.  Rolling over, he saw Serena's side of the bed neatly made and the familiar smell of breakfast brought a smile to his face as he unwillingly flung the comforter from on top of him and got out of bed, neatly making his side.<br/><br/>Still half asleep he made his way downstairs, greeting Serena with a big smile and accepted the kiss on the cheek, helping himself to the strawberry Jam and ample amounts of butter on his toast, waiting for Serena to join him at the table.   "What in the world did I do to deserve such an amazing wife!?" His stomach grumbling, mouth watering at the breakfast she had prepared.  Momentarily, he thought about the disappointment he had left her in last night, the sex being lackluster and under whelming to say the least. But here Serena was making breakfast, seemingly cheerful and engaging and not affected by it in the least.  The question that followed threw him for a bit of a loop.<br/><br/>"Stolen anything?" He repeated. "Umm certainly not!  What kind of question is that?" He paused to think for a moment. Could something be missing in the house, certainly she wouldn't accuse HIM, her Husband of taking it.  Taking a defensive posture he thought some more.  " Maybe as a teenager, a pack of gum once or a blowpop, but we were kids, got into mischief here and there. Why do you ask?" He looked at her with inquisitive eyes, taking a bite of his toast.