Title: Breakfast at Bob's
Summary: It's been one of those days at the building yard.
Disclaimer: Believe me, I don't own these little plasticine people.
Thanks to: Vic, Pete, Jen, M'Rae, Dot, Bob, Carol, Ted, and Alice.
Wendy kissed Bob affectionately on the forehead. "Wake up, sleepyhead." She placed the tray beside his bed.
Bob groaned, and rolled over. "Morning already?" He knuckled his eyes, then looked up at her. The trust in his eyes, the joy in her presence, melted her heart, as it always had. Taking her hand, he smiled, placing it against his cheek. "That was a wonderful night. I didn't want it to end."
Awkwardly, as Bob still had her hand, Wendy sat down next to him on the bed. "Me, neither."
"Then you don't have any regrets?"
He looked so sweet, lying there with his hair all mussed against the pillow. "I don't regret a thing, silly. I'm getting older, Bob, and I want to settle down with someone. Someone who's kind, and affectionate. Someone," her gaze moved unmistakably down, then up again, "who can fix it."
Bob grinned, raising one eyebrow. "Yes, I can," he said. "Though you're pretty good on the fixing yourself, Wendy."
"I think three times is a cause for celebration," she said gravely. She handed him a piece of marmalade toast, then took one for herself. Bumping her piece against his, she said, "Cheers," and took a mouthful. "Now, you really must get up, Bob. We have a lot to do today."
Obediently, Bob wiggled himself upright. He finished his toast, and took a sip of the orange juice on the tray. Then his face fell. "Oh, dear. I'd almost forgotten."
"The machines," Wendy said gently, nodding. "We have to interview new machines."
"I suppose it was only a matter of time, really," Bob said. He rubbed his eyes. "I had no idea that the child labour laws were so stringent."
"It's a pity, Bob, I know."
"And imagine requiring a tutor for machines! It seems so silly."
"We did neglect their education, rather." Wendy shook her head, remembering the awful scene. "I was so embarrassed when that nice man from the government asked Dizzy to recite her alphabet, and all she could say was 'A, B, C, Wheee!'. It was dreadful."
Bob slipped an arm around her shoulders, and hugged her close against him. "We'll work something out, Wendy. We always do. And we have to see about moving your belongings in here," he said shyly.
Wendy smiled. "Then I can look after you properly. Oh, that reminds me - Spud and Farmer Pickles invited us to go up to the farm for dinner tonight."
"Oh, all right. They make such a lovely couple." Bob leaned in closer and kissed her. "It's a pity that they can't have open fires at the farm any more, but one must make sacrifices."
