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' I am the luckiest man alive.' Shawn's happy thoughts were evident by the smile on his face. Today marked his and Juliet's six month anniversary as a couple. Shawn had known well before their first date that Juliet was the woman for him and to his delight, and after much flirting and harmless teasing, Juliet had accepted his invitation to spend a day at the aquarium. As long as they went as friends and it was not a date. That 'not-a-date' led to another 'not-a-date' until one day changed all of that….

"Hey, Jules, wanna visit the wharf tomorrow night?' asked Shawn, sliding onto the edge of Detective O'Hara's desk. "Just as friends, of course," he added quickly upon receiving a strange look from her that he couldn't quite place. Except that look didn't mean what he assumed it meant.

"I don't think so, Shawn." Juliet remained seated as Shawn's face fell.

"Oh, okay."

A small smile played across her lips as she stood up and moved to face the pouting 'psychic'. "I don't want to do anything as 'just friends' anymore." Shawn raised his eyebrows questioningly, unsure about her next words. "I want to go on a date with you. As a couple," she added, just to get her point across.

Now here they were, six months later and things couldn't be better. Juliet answered the door a bit out of breath after Shawn knocked. 'Funny,' he thought. 'Usually she the one leaving me breathless.'

"Hi!" she breathed, dazzling Shawn with her smile.

"You okay?"

"Fine, fine. I was working on…something in the kitchen when you knocked." Shawn noticed the apron Juliet wore had flecks of flour and spots of syrup.

"A present. For me. Is it a present for me?

"Maybe," she said evasively, moving aside to let Shawn in.

Shawn, upon entering the house, took a big whiff of whatever was being worked on in the kitchen. "Mmm, smells very familiar, like--"

"Stop!" Juliet quickly put a hand up to his face, blocking his air supply. "Don't smell, you'll ruin the surprise."

"I love it when you get rough," he mumbled through her hand.

"Oh, you're going to guess anyway," she said defeated, but Shawn could tell she just didn't want to wait to show him what was going on. She took Shawn's hand and led him to the kitchen saying, "I was going to wait until later but, well, here you go." She removed the lid from a cake pan and held it out for Shawn to see. Before Shawn was a delectable looking pineapple upside down cake. He saw the proud look on Juliet's face and felt truly touched by the gesture. Juliet held out a fork, urging Shawn to try his cake. Setting down the cake tray, she watched Shawn for a reaction.

"Do you like it?" Juliet nibbled her lip nervously waiting for Shawn's reply.

"Jules, I love it, it's delicious." Shawn set his fork aside to pull Juliet in for a kiss. She could taste the cake mixed with Shawn's own personal, indescribable, unparalleled taste. Unwilling to let the moment end, she stepped forward to prolong the kiss when Shawn started to break it. He chuckled when he felt her deepen their kiss and reluctantly pulled out of her grip to rest his forehead against hers.

"You know, we'll never get around to what I have planned if this keeps up."

"Mm-hmmm," came her distracted reply, eyes still closed, perfectly fine with making out with her boyfriend in her kitchen the rest of the night.

Juliet finally opened her eyes and smiled up at Shawn. "I'll go get ready," she said while untying her apron and laying it across a chair.

Shawn grabbed a slice of pineapple off the top of his upside down cake…'or would that be the bottom?'… and ate it while he walked into the living room to wait for Juliet.

On one of the shelves Shawn saw a clay pineapple he had made Juliet when she insisted they take a pottery class together. The class hadn't been bad, actually. Any time he gets to spend with Juliet is okay in his book, and Shawn, it turned out, was a whiz at the pottery wheel. Especially compared to Juliet. But she had looked so cute after class every night covered in clay.

Shawn also saw the picture he had taken of Juliet and Gus bonding at the carnival. Both had refused to go near Shawn after he had ejected the contents of his lunch--three cotton candies, an elephant ear, and a can of soda pop--after one of the rides. It was nice to know he was what brought them closer as friends, though.

Shawn's favorite had to be the picture of himself and Juliet at Henry's birthday party that Juliet insisted they throw for him. They were looking at each other, laughing at a long-forgotten joke, and neither had known the picture was being taken. The looks of adoration on their faces for one another still made him stop and stare every time he saw the picture.

"Okay, all set." Shawn's thoughts shifted when he saw Juliet walking towards him in a pair of slim jeans and a blue sweater that fit her just right. 'Perfection'.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Juliet looked down to make sure she didn't have toothpaste on her shirt or was wearing mismatched shoes. She wouldn't be surprised if that had been the case. After all, it's difficult to concentrate on much of anything when a handsome, witty man who could drive her crazy yet make her weak in the knees was waiting in her living room.

"You look stunning," he said in awe of the gorgeous blonde standing before him.

"Thanks."

Shawn grinned at the blush he saw on her face and held out his arm for her. "Shall we?" Juliet gladly accepted.