*Chris comes tiptoeing into the bedroom about an hour later, finding Emma fast asleep.  He slips out of his attire, putting on a t-shirt and leaving his boxers on as he folds back the covers on his side of the bed and tucks himself in.  Although he lost the bet, there was still the big game tomorrow night. "Wait..Shit"! he thought to himself, "tomorrows their anniversary dinner at Enzo's."  Guess he'll have to keep track of the score on his phone or something.  He was bummed he was missing the game, but the thought of Emma in her blue dress with heels on and her makeup on made him smile.  He kind of looked forward to seeing her dressed up and enjoying a romantic dinner with her tomorrow as much as he did the game.  He closed his eyes and  rolled over up against Emma. Breathing in the scent of her hair, he dozed off, a smile on his face.