Scott is lying in bed when he hears movement nearby. Hoping it's Gia and not Sophie, he lies still for a while until he hears footsteps that confirm it is indeed Gia who is awake. He hasn't slept a wink since he went to bed just two hours before, preferring to stay in bed staring at the ceiling as he remembers all of the times he and Gia had shared. Over the last few days, he had been replaying their first date and other key moments over and over in his mind. He smiled sometimes, and he cried at others as he feared they would never return. Now that he could hear movement though, he was almost shaken back to reality.

He listened as he heard the doorknob on his and Gia's old room turn, it made that same noise that it always did, that little squeak that always happened just before it opened. He heard her walk along the hall and go into the room next to his own, then he heard her close the door again. Was she becoming more motherly? He couldn't tell, but she had checked on the girls. He tried not to get his hopes up.

When she moved closer to his own room, Scott held his breath. He didn't know why really, but he didn't want her to see him like this, dishevelled, still dressed from the day before and now with his hangover kicking in. He sighed after he heard her walk away and go down the stairs. He rubbed his face and lay for a few minutes more. Knowing sleep would never come, he stood, taking off his clothing and throwing it all onto the floor. He walks into the en-suite bathroom and looks at himself in the full length mirror. It was quite the oxymoron. From the neck down, he looked his usual flawless self in every way.

From there up was a different story though. His hair was looking out of place, which it never did, and his beard was growing longer, no longer just the stubble he so often kept. Walking to the sink, Scott arrives just in time, throwing up in the basin in front of him, the effects of the hangover really starting to take hold. He opened the cabinet in front of him and threw five or six painkillers down his throat before shutting the door and turning on the cold tap. Splashing water over his face a few times seemed to wake him up a little, and he turned the tap off before slapping himself once on each cheek hard to help him wake up more.

Scott swept his hair back with both hands before pulling on just his sweat pants again. She had seen him like that anyway yesterday, and he couldn't be bothered putting anymore clothes on. Scott yawned hard as he sat on the edge of his bed. He hadn't even been under the covers, so all it had taken to straighten it was a quick palm of the hand. The rocker rubbed his eyes again before standing and sliding the baby monitor into his pocket before sitting down again to allow his dizziness to subside, as well as building up the courage to go downstairs.

Scott eventually stands up and stretches. He sighs and then opens the door to his bedroom. He comes walking down the stairs quietly and stops for a moment at the bottom as if to listen to where Gia was. He hears a slight clink of cutlery and nods to himself, she must be in the kitchen. Scott takes a deep breath, still not sure how to be around her, and walks into the room. He gives her a little smile, and instinct takes him towards the liquor cabinet, as if to reach for the whisky bottle again. Still feeling a little queasy, this notion makes his stomach turn, and he wretches a little before moving his hand away from the cupboard and reaching for a mug instead.

Scott places the mug under the coffee machine and waits for it to finish before he takes a sip and replaces the mug on the counter. He takes the baby monitor from his pocket and puts it down on the counter before he yawns. "Morning. Did you sleep alright?" He asks Gia, waiting for an answer. He wanted more than anything to walk over and hug and kiss his wife. It killed him inside every second that he couldn't hug the woman he loved, or even tell her that he loved her. He shakes his head at himself a little and then forces a smile towards Gia.

Scott smiles. "Good. I'm glad to hear it. That bed in there is definitely very comfortable." He takes a drink of coffee and spikes his hair up, trying to look perky and awake rather than tired and hungover. "You know...I know you will find it hard to hear this....and awkward. But I missed having you next to me last night. Especially knowing you were just along the corridor from me." He smiles weakly. "It takes a lot of willpower to stop myself from just lifting you up and kissing you." He laughs a little.

Scott looked at her sitting closer to him now and he shrugged. "We could sleep in the same bed, yes. I just didnt want to make it confusing or uncomfortable for you you know? Its your choice though." He smiles a little at her before chuckling. "So the Gia who had the crush would have wanted a kiss from the big rock star?"

Scott nods a little. "Well I do need to sleep a lot and youre right, we are married. We could always try it out and see how we got on sharing a bed." He smiles at his wife, somewhat comforted by the fact that she seems to want to make their marriage work even if she can't fully remember.
When she speaks again, Scott nods slowly and takes a deep breath. He thinks there could always be an outside chance that a kiss from him could bring her memory back again. He waits for a few seconds and then leans forward. Placing his palms softly and ever so gently on each of her cheeks, he closes his eyes, tilts his head ever so slightly and presses his lips against Gias, giving her one of the most passionate and loving kisses he has ever given, as if to prove to her how much he loves her.

Scott notices the look on Gia's face on the kiss as something he had recognised at last. She had always liked his kisses, and this was the same look he had seen when they had first kissed more than a year ago at the Chaos Awards. He smiles at her a little. "Yeah, you always said I was the best kisser you knew." He smiles and then looks up at her. "It must be weird kissing someone who's just like a celebrity to you, right?"

When Gia puts her arms around his neck, Scott smiles. He places one hand on her hip and the other at the bottom of her back. It felt almost perfect that they were this close again. He had feared they never would be this near to each other again after what had happened in the last week. He stared into her eyes for a while. "Huh? Oh, nah I just had a whisky last night after you went to bed. I couldn't sleep and I was watching TV." He nods and smiles again as he rubs her hip a little.

Scott nods a little and then takes his hands from her back and hips. He looks down. "Ok cool...yeah no problem." He scratches the side of his head. "Sorry, I shouldn't have done that there. Thats just going to confuse you more. I apologise, Ms Rose. I was being selfish."

Scott thinks quietly for a while. He nods after a little time. "Ok. Yeah, sure if that's what you want to do then it's no problem to me. Of course no one's going to force you to fake anything. That wouldn't be fair to anyone and it wouldn't work anyway. I'm not going to do fake love." He plays with own hair.

Feeling a bit self conscious now, Scott goes into the utility room and picks up a shirt which he throws on to hide his body a bit more. He walks back in. "Cool. The shower in ten suite in your room is good."
He walks into the living room, trying to brighten up and waken up; he lies on the sofa and yawns before stretching out and then turning on the TV. He watches sports news for a while blindly, not even looking really, before he hears a cry from upstairs.
Going upstairs, Scott finds Sophie awake. He lifts her. "Hey princess," he says before coming back down and giving her the scrambled eggs he had prepared earlier. As Sophie eats, Scott makes another coffee and then takes her into the living room, where he drinks while she slowly walks around.