I reluctantly surrender the black cocoon of sleep, unwilling to leave my lovely dream. I turn over and burrow into the place where my Daniel should be. After waking up with him for the past six months, it still tends to make me a bit cranky not to wake up in his arms.

It's astounding how fast six months can go by when you're happy. It's getting harder and harder for me to imagine what things would be like without Daniel, and I wouldn't give him up for anything. He's my lover, my friend, my support, my partner in crime. We've turned ourselves into the dynamic duo of the pop world, though we don't let on just how close we really are. Privacy is nice when all your dreams are coming true and you're constantly in the public eye. All the same, I've never felt so wonderful in my life.

My waking discontent fades as I slowly remember the events of last night. Feeling much better, I roll out of bed with a bounce in my step and wander into my kitchen, clad in nothing but Dan's pyjama pants. Those beautiful emerald eyes light up as soon as I come into view. My stomach rumbles faintly with hunger, but I want my morning kiss first.

I intended it to be quick and light, but he holds me close and deepens it until my breath comes in sharp little pants. I can't help the smile that is tugging at my lips when he pulls away.

My mouth opens to ask him what our plans are for the day, but the phone rings and interrupts me. I roll my eyes and bounce across the room to answer it.

It's Lynne, who's now *our* manager, with the best news I've heard in days. She warmed to me amazingly well after that first abrupt meeting, and we get along nicely these days. We chat for a few minutes, then she has to go. I don't even bother trying to suppress the smug grin that plasters itself to my face as I saunter back to Daniel.

"That was Lynne," I say, pulling him to his feet and slipping an arm around his waist. "'The Words' just went platinum."

'The Words' is our debut album, released only a few weeks ago. I have to smile when I think of all those nights we sat around trying to write new songs, our attempts frequently degenerating into heated arguments that became heated lovemaking.

Daniel's grin matches mine at the fantastic news, and he starts kissing me again, playful at first. But with us it rarely stays playful. Before I know it, we're well on our way to racing back to the bedroom. Unfortunately, there's no time for that this morning. We have interviews to do.

I pull away and breathe deeply to calm the flush in my face. "Don't get me started. Lynne'll kill us if we turn up to this interview with rocks on our pants." I know my eyes are glittering with that sparkle he calls my 'just try and ignore me' look, but we know I have a valid point.

"Okay, point taken," he says with a laugh.

"Have I told you yet today that I love you?" I ask lightly. He shakes his head in mock innocence. "Well, I do." And we're kissing again.

I'll never get tired of the way he tastes, the way he feels, the sound of his voice when he holds me in the night and we talk. He is everything I could have ever asked for.

I still wonder sometimes how I ended up lucky enough to be with him. He's the best thing that ever happened in my life, my soul mate. Sandra Bullock once said, "if you find your soul mate, it's because you've figure out what your own soul is." I don't know if she's right, but even if I don't know my soul, Daniel will keep me on the right track.

He's good at keeping me out of too much trouble cos he understands me. On the other hand, he's pretty good at getting into it, too. Life is a real adventure between the two of us.

Thinking back on how we met, I recently decided that Fate often answers mortals' requests with what we need, not what we ask for. It's up to us to realize that and learn to ask the right questions so our guardian angels can take a break. And I will spend the rest of my life giving thanks to whoever was watching out for me and knew that Daniel was exactly what I needed.