Hey guys. This is the one shot that will go along with Heart of a Kinsella. It is mainly Jesse/OC. Wade does make an appearance towards the end and it sets things up nicely for the multi-chapter story, which will be posted within the next week. I do hope you guys like this one. Also I let things get a bit racier in the beginning of this one and if it is not your cup of tea, do feel free to skip over that tiny bit, to the line break. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Hart of Dixie and all the recognisable characters do not belong to me. Calla is my OC. I mean no disrespect.

Her day couldn't get any worse; it had started out pleasantly enough; that happy feeling slowly went away as her day went along. A case lost, file work missing from her desk, her computer crashing, lunch forgotten at home on the kitchen island, after all of that, she was stuck walking in the rain because her umbrella wasn't in the spot it should have been in, and it would take double the time to get a cab to go the two blocks from the subway station to her front door. On top of all of that, her loving boyfriend wasn't answering his phone to let her into the house because she walked out the front door without her keys.

"I'm gonna kill you," she threatened shivering in the cold rain, her phone pressed against her ear, willing the man to answer his damn phone that way, she could threaten the man in question personally and not through voicemail. She had plenty of reasons to blame herself for why she was stuck out in the rain, but she also had plenty of reasons to blame her boyfriend as well.

"You wouldn't do such a thing," came his chuckling voice from behind her, safely under her umbrella. "Didn't you get the memo it was going to rain today?" He asked, unlocking the door, holding his amusement at bay.

"Apparently not," she said glaring at him. "What makes you think I won't do such a thing?" She asked with a shiver.

"Simple you love me," he smirked smugly, holding the door open for her.

"Debatable," she remarked, entering the house, making quick works of her shoes.

"Hey, not my fault you left your keys on the table," he laughed, picking the set of keys up, jiggling them.

"It is, however, your fault that I'm soaked clear through," she hissed, wringing the water from her black locks out on the welcome mat, a teasing smirk on her face.

"Is that so?" Jesse gulped watching the actions of his girlfriend, his mouth watering in anticipation to what she was doing.

Ever so slowly she pulled her soaked shirt over her head, dropping the garment to the floor. Jesse ran his tongue along his lower lip, admiring his girlfriend, his eyes flicking from the wet fabric of her bra to her hands that popped the button of her jeans, wiggling out of the wet denim, turning in a circle as she did so. His own pants growing tight on him.

"Catch me and I'm yours," she challenged, making a dash for the bedroom.

Jesse went after her, catching her just she entered the bedroom, pulling her back against him, his tongue licking at drops of water on her neck that had fallen from her hair. "I bet you are all kinds of soaked," he husked into her ear, his right hand moving up to cup one of her breasts through the wet fabric of her bra, his left hand traveling south, slipping under the wet band of her panties. She moaned out loudly, her hands going behind her to fumble with his jeans.

"We should get married," Jesse commented, cutting some carrots up for dinner. The idea to marry her was carefully thought out, so much so that he had the ring for over three months now, the last six months, marriage was on his mind all the time. He had no plans on how he was going to ask and to him that suited them both, as meeting her and being with her was not planned out, accident really, they were on dates with other people when they had met, that was an interesting night. He wanted his proposal to represent who they were as a couple.

"Where did this come from?" She asked him, stopping what she was doing to look at him. She was taken back by it. She was not a fan at living in the future; she preferred living in the here and now. She wanted to marry him, didn't matter how he would ask because it would be special coming from him to begin with. When she did look into her future, she did see herself living her life out with Jesse by her side. Happily.

"I'm pleased that you put that knife down," he joked, wiping his hands on a towel. "The idea has been there for a while now. I've been ready for months to be your husband. Are you ready to be my wife, my sweet Calla Lily?" He asked, closing the gap between them, taking her hands.

"Am I ready to be your wife?" She asked back, failing at making it look like she was thinking about her choices, there was only one choice to make. "Yes," she smiled at him, standing on her tippy toes to kiss him soundly on the lips. "Do I get a ring?" She asked, breaking the kiss. Ring or no ring it made no difference to her. She loved her newly crowned fiancé a ring played no part in that. She loved Jesse for the soft heart he had for her, the compassion he held; she even loved him for his pigheadedness and stubbornness. She would gladly take all of him.

"I'm not an idiot who would propose without one," he laughed, pulling the Vintage Split-Shank Pear Diamond Engagement Ring from his pocket. She smiled, holding her left hand out shakily.

"I should have made you ask on bended knee," she joked, admiring the ring on her all too important ring finger. It was a very beautiful ring and very much her; she was extremely lucky to have Jesse in her life; he simply knew more about her than she did at times.

"I won't ask again," he smiled, pulling her closer for a more sultry kiss before going back to cutting the carrots. "Do feel free to call your family and friends to inform them," he urged her.

She smiled, kissing his cheek. "I'd rather stay here with my fiancé and make dinner," she informed him with a small giggle. "Everyone else can wait." For a while longer she wanted to bask in the giddiness, keep it to themselves for a bit longer; she had no rush to tell anyone.

"I hear a congratulation is in order," Wade commented, helping himself to the food. After leaving work he headed over to his brother's house, walking in after knocking on the door for the past two minutes. "What?" He asked slowly seeing two very different set of eyes on him.

"What are you doing here? And how do you know any congratulations is in order?" Calla asked him, ready to chew her finacé out for spilling their little secret after saying they were in no hurry to share the news yet.

"I would like to say that you are welcome here," Jesse quickly put out there keeping the peace between the two important people in his life. He would never kick his brother out of his house ever.

"I know that," Wade replied, feeling nothing at Calla's words. "I actually have something I need to talk to Jesse about," he informed them both. "That ring on your finger speaks for itself," he pointed out.

"Thanks man and what do you need to discuss?" Jesse asked, taking a bite of his own food.

"I'm moving," he stated, getting Jesse to choke on his forkful of carrots. "I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and the city is strangling the life out of me; I can't do it anymore," he expressed.

"Where are you going? When are you going? What about work? Have you figured anything out?" Jesse questioned him.

"I haven't figured anything out yet. I've been looking into a few different places, but nothing too serious. I wanted you to know, for you to talk sense into me, to tell me what you think about it."

"I think it would be good for you, if you feel like the city is killing you get out and find a place that will be better for you. If anything do a trial run for a few months or a year to see if that is what you need, Wade," she told him, getting up. "I'll let you two talk."

"Thanks Calla," Wade smiled. "You don't have to go, and in case I don't see you before I leave congratulations on the engagement, and my brother is one lucky bastard to have you by his side," he told her. She smiled, giving him a brotherly hug, disappearing.

"I think you need to do what feels right for you; I can't, and I won't tell you what you have to do Wade, if you need to leave to feel like you again, go and live your life, if not, then stay and keep living here," he told his younger brother. "Though, I think you are no longer living; you are drowning here Wade; you don't enjoy the city anymore and that is okay, find somewhere where you can thrive. I support you and what you decide to do. I'll help you with whatever you need me to help you with as long as you come back for my wedding, I do need my best man there," he easily slipped into the conversation.

"You really want me to be your best man?" Wade asked with a grin. "I wouldn't miss it, not that I could if I wanted to, did you forget who you are marrying?" Wade chuckled.

"I don't need to plan your funeral on top of a wedding," Jesse chuckled. "I couldn't ask for a better man to stand up there with me. You are a huge part of the reason on why I am marrying Calla, the reason I am with her, so you know thanks for that," Jesse smiled.

"It was nothing," Wade shrugged. "I'd be honored to be your best man, now I get to tell embarrassing stories that your future wife will want to hear," Wade smirked, unaffected by his brother's glare.

"Nothing too outrageous where she decides to get an annulment the next day," he warned. They did have some pretty out there stories from when they were younger, and they needed to remain under lock and key for their own good.

"And get myself in trouble," he laughed. "No thank you," he stated. He would keep the speech safe. "Thanks for everything, Jesse. If I need help, I will ask you. All I have to do right now is find a town, with a job where I have the chance to one day in the very near future be the owner of my own bar."

"You will find the right place for you, and if you are lucky, you will find a woman to settle down with."

"I'm not looking for love, Jesse," Wade told him. He didn't do relationships, never had. A relationship wasn't a part of his life, didn't think one ever would be.

"I wasn't looking for love when I met Calla and look at me, I'm head over fucking heels in love with her, ready to commit to her for the rest of my life. Love finds you whether you want it to or not."

"Maybe," Wade retorted. "I should go; I don't want to wear my welcome out, and I'm sure there are better things you could be doing," he chuckled getting up.

"You are right about that," Jesse smirked. "Keep me informed on what your next move is, okay?" Jesse asked.

"Will do and Jesse congratulations, I know love hasn't been easy for you, but you are one lucky bastard to have her."

"Don't I know it," Jesse laughed, agreeing with what his brother told him.

Wade slipped from his brother's house, walking the streets, the rain had stopped, and he could use the time it took to walk home to really think things through. He made it two and half blocks when he pulled his phone out, waiting until the person to answer.

"George, about that town of yours, you got a number for the, what did you call the bar?" He asked, an easy smile appearing on his lips hearing the excitement from his friend. Nothing was set in stone; he did, however, need to start somewhere.