Author's Note: This is my first attempt writing for this particular fandom – this marks the 10th fandom I've delved into. The show is ending and I don't know what the final five episodes will have in store, but I do know that I miss Psych already. :P

I'm not a very passionate Shules shipper, or shipper at all on this show. I do like Shawn/Juliet as the romance and everyone else being friends, but it's just that my top OTPs are generally in other fandoms. On this show, I particularly love the friendships more than anything.

Also note, since Gus never *officially* broke up with Rachael (weird continuity thing the show left hanging!), I like to think she and her son Maximus are still in Gus' life. They won't be a huge part of the fic, but I am mentioning them. I may be unnaturally attached to this romance because I've loved Parminder Nagra since her ER days. Lol. (I think they should've at least addressed whether or not she was breaking up with Gus after the basket he got at the end of the penultimate episode of season 7 – they still had the season finale! I get why she hasn't been in season 8 though – Parminder was cast in The Blacklist.)

One more thing: I think, for the sake of their fertility, we should just pretend Lassiter and Marlowe are a bit younger than they actually are, and more like later 30s rather than the truth where the actors were both born in 1969, so 2-ish years in the future when this fic takes place (2016-ish) they'll both be around age 47 lol.

And of course, the begging: I need reviews to motivate me to keep writing. ;) Please take the time to write a simple sentence or two telling me what you liked, what you are looking forward to, what you hope I do in the future, or even what you wished I didn't do!

Thank you and sorry for the really long author's note when starting things off!

Chapter 1: The Bubble of Happiness

"I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bri-" Woody caught himself mid-word and rephrased after noticing Juliet's glare.

He remembered she had asked him to avoid the sexist language. She had only allowed Woody to marry them under a few specific conditions – one of them being as long as he promised to say exactly what she'd written out for him.

"You may now kiss each other," he said this time, emphasizing the fixed wording.

Juliet closed her eyes and leaned in a little, ready for their kiss to officially seal their marriage, but Shawn had something else in mind. He quickly adjusted himself so that he was in position to kiss her forehead.

"Shawn!" she exclaimed in surprise, her eyes shooting open the moment his lips touched the skin above her eyes. She then laughed. She loved this man. Of course he wouldn't want to kiss her on the lips right then. That'd be too predictable.

The people in attendance at the wedding were unsure of if they should clap now, or wait for a real kiss. Gus too seemed torn, while Lassiter, who was standing directly beside him as another groomsman, was rolling his eyes in a way that directly paralleled Henry's over in the front row.

"I think we need to kiss on the mouth now," Shawn whispered, and Juliet nodded, and then proceeded to do as he'd suggested. At the point their lips collided, applause burst out and even a little cheering. Shawn noticed the loudest cheering coming from about one foot behind him.

"Gus," he said seriously, trying to calm his friend down. "Cheer using your inside voice, please."

"But we're outside right now, Shawn," he replied, gesturing around at the palm trees with cardboard pineapple cut-outs hanging from them. They had picked a lovely location in a Santa Barbara park for their wedding, and luckily the weather had cooperated.

"But you're inside my personal bubble," Shawn countered, noting the limited distance separating him from his best friend. "In fact, this whole wedding is inside a bubble of sorts," he continued. "We're in a bubble of happiness right now, Gus!"

Shawn smiled triumphantly, knowing he'd won that little argument.

Gus smiled back, amused, and shook his head. He thought about it for a moment. He really did feel like he was in a bubble of happiness right now. Like all non-happy feelings were trapped outside and all happy feelings were stuck right near Shawn, and Juliet, and their friends and family. Nothing could get rid of the happiness – the bubble was keeping it safe, because today needed to be perfect for his friends, and it was. A decade after Shawn had met the beautiful detective, they had finally tied the knot. Gus glanced over toward the chairs where his fiancée and soon-to-be stepson were sitting. He wasn't sure when their wedding would be – they hadn't set a date yet or anything – but at that moment he felt like only happiness could possibly be in their little family's future too.

Juliet danced with Frank for the traditional father-daughter dance, pleased that he had actually shown up to her wedding. They were never all that close, but she couldn't help but love him. He was her dad. She stepped in time to the music, her wedding gown flowing beautifully, the sequins catching the light from the sun.

Lloyd took a seat next to Henry, keeping his eyes on the two of them swaying.

"I thought I'd get a chance to dance with her," he complained, feeling unfairly shafted.

"She's didn't even become your step-daughter until well after she was a grown woman, Lloyd," Henry replied sensibly.

"But she even didn't want him to walk her down the aisle! I thought that meant…" he trailed off, but it was clear what he thought it'd meant. Lloyd had hoped it'd mean her real father was not going to be a part of this dance, either, and maybe instead she'd choose her mother's current husband for the event. His disappointment was all over his face.

"Shawn told me she was just avoiding all of the sexist wedding traditions," Henry explained. Juliet had walked down the aisle alone, not needing any man to "give her away". She was a strong cop, and Henry knew more often than not it was his son playing the role of "damsel in distress" in their relationship. He smiled, knowing this dance was not something she'd considered sexist because it would have a gender-swapped parallel. Shawn would be dancing with Madeline. Any minute now…

He looked over at his ex-wife with affection as she stood up and prepared to take her son's hand.

On the other side of the reception area, Lassiter looked down at his son lovingly. Braxton was touching his mother's expanded abdomen, feeling the baby's movements.

"Kick!" he exclaimed excitedly. Marlowe looked up at her husband and caused the boy, who was wearing a very cute set of khaki pants, a button-up-shirt, and a clip-on tie, to turn around. "Daddy!" he cried out. "Kick!" he repeated, using the limited vocabulary currently in his repertoire.

Lassiter smiled. "Yes, the baby is kicking," he replied, leaning over to feel for himself.

Vaguely, he heard an announcement from somewhere behind him, informing the guests that anyone who was 'in love' was welcome to join Shawn and Juliet on the dance floor.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked his extremely pregnant wife. Carlton was in an uncharacteristically good mood today, truly happy for O'Hara… and even Spencer. Maybe fatherhood had made him soft. He hoped not, but sometimes he couldn't deny that things… annoyed him less than they once did.

Marlowe smiled but then looked down at their son. "But who will watch Braxton?"

Carlton turned around, scanning the reception area with a trained detective's eye, looking for a person he'd trust to hold onto his boy for just a few minutes. His gaze landed on the older Spencer.

"Come here, buddy," Carlton said as he picked up his son. "Let's take you to Mr. Spencer. He's the father of the groom," he explained, wondering if his two-year-old could understand such concepts yet.

He plopped Braxton down in front of Henry. "Spencer, can you please watch him while I dance with my wife?" He didn't bother waiting for an answer. He walked away quickly, not wanting to miss the rest of the current slow song, prepared to grab his wife's hand and lead her on the dance floor. He knew he'd given Spencer no choice, and that his son was in safe hands.

Henry was caught off guard. "What?" he asked but all of a sudden he was left alone with a very young boy. He sighed, not really thrilled at the prospect of taking care of anyone's child right now, but at this point he knew he already had been given the responsibility whether he'd wanted it or not. Lloyd, still sitting to the left of Henry, watched his friend's face with amusement.

"What was your name again?" he asked the toddler, not really expecting an answer. He thought back for a moment to the day the kid had been born, which had been the one time he'd actually heard the name… it was something pretty unusual… it started with a B… he knew he'd think of it in a moment. He was interrupted from his thoughts by the child in question.

"Braxton," the little boy answered proudly.

Henry couldn't resist smiling a little.

"That's right. Hi, Braxton," he replied. "Do you want to sit next to me on this chair?" he asked, gesturing to an empty one directly to his right. When the boy nodded, Henry gently scooped him up and placed him in the seat.

"Do you know how to entertain a young child?" Lloyd asked, leaning in awkwardly close to the retired detective.

Henry turned around and shot the man an incredulous look. "You do know I raised the man who decided to never grow up, and instead be a child for a living, right?"

"Oh…" Lloyd replied, realization dawning on him and he glanced again toward the dance floor. This time, his eyes landed on the immature groom. "Right." Lloyd supposed Henry had a point.

The song started to come to an end, and Carlton decided to twirl his wife, lifting his arm up to give her room to go under it. His dancing was surprisingly graceful. Her green party dress was surprisingly beautiful for having been purchased in a maternity department.

Shawn glanced over at them, and hoped he and Juliet would remain that happy. Lassie and his ex-con wife were really the only happily married couple he had in his small group of friends to look to as an example.

"Jules, did you want to have a baby?" he asked her, thinking about Marlowe's current pregnancy as he said it. The song ended and a new, more upbeat one started playing.

"What?" she asked, surprised. "I… You're asking me this now?" They had discussed the fact that they both did want at least one child a long time ago, but it had been a vague idea meant for the far distant future, and now, it seemed Shawn was ready to actually started working on making it a reality.

"No, actually, Jules, I'm asking you this yesterday. Wait no, I think it's four months from now. Hang on.…" She smiled, amused by his joking. "This time traveling thing makes it hard for me to remember when it is I'm doing the things I'm doing," he finished.

Marlowe had returned to her seat but now Lassiter was dancing with his little boy to the fun song. Gus had dragged Maximus onto the dance floor as well. The song was a fun one, not meant exclusively for couples anymore. Juliet and Shawn had stopped dancing though, and were now just on the dance floor talking.

"Do you want us to have a baby? I mean… like right away?" she asked sincerely, looking into his eyes for an answer.

"Darling," he began to reply, "I think we have to wait at least nine or so months before the baby will actually get here."

She rolled her eyes, the corners of her lips curling upward. "Does that mean you do want to work on conceiving one right away?"

Shawn let himself be serious for a moment and smiled a little sheepishly. "Only if you do," he replied.

She smiled. "I think… that might be nice," she said in turn.

She hated the thought of what a pregnancy would mean for her as a cop… having to work desk duty at some point and whatnot… but she'd always dreamed of having a kid. And she knew Shawn would be a good father, despite his immaturity. She was sure of it. And Lassiter having children had not only instilled a little baby-fever in Shawn – Juliet was feeling it now, too.

They looked at each other meaningfully, both thinking the same thing. She would go off her birth control starting immediately. Then the newlyweds both realized at the same time that they were standing still in the middle of a dance floor at their own wedding while a fun, upbeat song was playing, and they both burst into a small laugh simultaneously.

"Shall we show these people how it's done?" Shawn asked.

Juliet nodded and the couple proceeded to dance in a silly manner. Shawn was way more over-the-top than his wife, but both managed to turn a few heads and cause a few guests here and there to smile.

The wedding ended, as all celebratory parties inevitably do. Lassiter had left a bit on the early side in order to get his son in bed at a reasonable hour. Rachael had decided to leave only an hour or so later as most of the guests were departing, because Maximus had been getting a bit bored due to the lack of other children his age in attendance.

Gus stuck around, determined to be a perfect Best Man, which he was sure included being there for every second of the event. He had spent days stressing over what to include in his speech, and had even begged Shawn to write it for him so that he said exactly what Shawn had wanted to hear, but in the end he was very satisfied with the speech he'd given near the start of the reception. He'd done research on how much time it should take to deliver, and had accordingly timed his own speech to last precisely two-minutes and forty-five seconds. He had also successfully caused the crowd to laugh three times and for Juliet to tear up art a sweet moment. His speech had been as close to perfect as Burton Guster could manage.

Now, he looked at the final few guests leaving, having taken it upon himself to make sure no one left without their pineapple candy party favor. He wished he had Shawn's 'psychic'-level powers of observation at times like this as he strained his eyes to try and notice if anyone was missing said parting gift. He also saw Henry, accompanied by his ex-wife, walk over to Shawn.

"Congratulations, son," Henry said with a smile, reaching out his hand for a manly shake. "I never really thought this day would come," he said with a touch of levity, "but I'm really glad it did."

Shawn felt a little overwhelmed with emotion as he returned the formal handshake. His dad actually seemed… dare he think it?... proud of him.

"Thanks, Dad," he replied. He turned to his mother, who also seemed to have something to say. She just looked at Juliet.

"Thank you for making my son so happy," she said sincerely. Juliet resisted the urge to cry from all the sweet sentiments going around.

"He makes me happy too," she replied simply.

Before long everyone, even Shawn, Juliet, and Gus, had driven away, heading back toward their homes.

If any of the guests had seen the hired employees starting to take down the pineapple decorations, they may have started to feel the sadness one feels as a particularly happy chapter ends and a new, not-quite-as-bright chapter begins.