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While Marlena was on the phone to Salem, John finished some post-run stretches in their bedroom. He had only just returned from the run when he had heard Marlena cry out and ran upstairs, so he had rushed in her direction.  Thankfully, the news had been good.  Marlena was now in the living room, and, if John knew his wife, would probably be on the phone with Roman for the next hour or so.

It was fantastic news.  Confusing, but fantastic.  What John could not understand is how they had gone from thinking Sydney dead just days before to finding her so quickly.  That made no sense.  There also was Sami's behavior when they were in Salem.  Marlena had been puzzled by the way Sami went from needing her mother's support to pushing her away, and John suspected Sami and EJ already had some inkling about Sydney's whereabouts.  Yet they had not told Marlena and Roman, leaving them not only heartbroken over Sydney's apparent death, but also baffled by Sami's attitude.  Something just did not add up.

Although he did not expect her soon, Marlena walked in just as John was pulling off his shirt.   She closed the door and leaned against it obviously enjoying the view.  "Hey, Doc, thought you and Roman would be burning up the phone line."

"It's a cellular.  No line."

"Ha ha, Doc.  Now, seriously, what did Roman say?"

Marlena smiled.  "Sydney looks fine and Bo's a bone marrow match for Kimberly."

John took a moment to catch all that.  "Really?"

She nodded.  "Really."

"You tell Kimmie?"

"Nope," she said with a bit of a grin.  "We're going to surprise her.  Andy's having her call Bo during her chemo session.  He's taking her, by the way, so we have the house to ourselves."

"Do we now?"  John stepped toward her.  She was still wearing her robe.

"Andy did say we need to listen for the doorbell.  Said something about expecting a lot of deliveries."

John looked at his watch.  It was still early, just a little after 8 a.m.  He reached for the belt on Marlena's robe.  "I think we've got a little while before the deliveries start.  And if it's really important, they'll come back."

"I'm supposed to be mad at you," she said.

He began undoing her belt.  "You can never stay mad at me."

She put her hands on his shoulders and slowly ran them over his chest.  "You seem quite confident about that, but I guess I can forgive you this time.  So if the deliveries won't start for awhile, how will we spend the time?"

John grinned as he finished untying the belt and slid the robe from her body.  "I'm sure we'll think of something."