Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. This is my first fic crossing from writing for Hunter and 8 Simple Rules to writing for a movie like this. Mind you, I am a fairly new fan, so I apologize if there might be mistakes somewhere. There will be more where this came from...so enjoy!

I felt as if my heart jumped up my throat.

"Mutt? Is that you?" I said, with a look of confusion on my face. This was my first day married to the man, and I was scared of the noise in the hallway in our new house. Peering out the door, I saw Indy...no not my son, my husband. He set down his briefcase and headed towards me.

"Marion?" He took me in his arms and kissed me.

"Yes?" I answered, breathless from the kiss.

He smiled, and said to me," You look a little freaked, that was just me opening the front door." He laughed, prompting me to elbow him. Wincing in pain, my dear husband clutched his shoulder, and said, "Gee Marion, did you have to do that?" You know what I did? I laughed. Just at that moment, he looked at me in sheer amazement.

"You look beautiful today." He smiled, and took me in his arms again. I was mesmerized by his eyes. Good god, he looked damn sexy, whether it was digging up lost treasure, or teaching a group of students at the college. I always thought he cleaned up nicely. Leaning forward, I kissed him. Drawing back, I could see Indy enjoyed the kiss.

"I guess that's a thank you in the language of love." He chuckled. I touched his face with the palm of my hand, feeling the stubble on his chin. He looked at the necklace around my neck. It was a gold chain with a heart shaped pendant. Reaching out, he held the trinket in his palm.

"You still wear the necklace I gave you when we first met?" Indy smiled.

I looked at him, and said," Of course I did. I pined for you every day, even when I was married. I only married Colin because I wanted a father figure for Mutt." I looked at him, waiting for his reaction. He looked speechless.

"Marion, let's not get into that. We both know I am Mutt's real father, and you're his mother." He stopped, scratching his head. "I still don't get how that happened."

I looked at him puzzled. Did he not know what happened to have him become Mutt's father? I then put my hands on my hips, and said, "Do you remember that night?"

He looked at me and said, "Marion, I know what happened. It was the night you were nursing my injuries. We got...well let's say intimate, and things happened." I nodded silently, knowing that he got me on that one. We walked into his study, and I stopped a moment, looking at a picture of Mutt. He was a baby in this photo, but you could already tell he was the son of the famous Indiana Jones. Shedding a tear, I looked up at Indy. He smiled, and put an arm around me.

"It's okay Marion, he's growing up. I really wish you would have told me he was mine. I would have taken responsibility." Indy was a little edgy; you could see the emotion in his beautiful eyes. I put my hand on his face, looking into his beautiful blue eyes. As a child, I loved his eyes. I remember when I was young, and first crushing on him, and his eyes were the first thing I admired. Mind you, I was a child of seventeen, and he being ten years 

older, I crushed on him for months before my father brought him home. I remember the night we fell in love—the first time.

"Oh, Henry. You are so handsome...and intelligent. Two things I love in a man." I had said, staring deeply into his beautiful eyes.

"Marion, call me Indy. Everyone calls me that," he had said, grinning. I touched his face, feeling the stubble on his chin. My finger trailed over towards his lips. I placed my finger on top of his lips, silencing him for a moment. Kissing his soft lips, I reached over and touched his chest gently with my finger. He smiled, and swept me into his arms. After that, the most I recall is a lot of kissing over a period of a few months, a lot of caressing my skin, and a lot of holding hands. Then one day, he disappeared after having fallout with my father, and I never saw him for ten whole years. Ten years went by with no sign of my lost love. I grew up, dated a few other men that were no Indy, went with my father to Nepal, where we eventually started a bar. Father had me work there, as he did a lot of traveling to find the precious ark. He later died during one of his expeditions, leaving me heartbroken, and the bar, plus a key that later came in handy for opening the box. And that's when he reentered my life. When I least expected it, he was back. Our last adventure together recently had me kidnapped, it had been about a twenty year difference from the last time. But, both times I least expected him...and both times I fell in and out of love except for the end of the last adventure. This time, I fell hard for him. I don't understand why, but I guess I always held a torch for him from the time I was a young adult, to a middle aged woman with a child that was genetically bound to him.

I remember the day I found out I was 'with child'. I was home in my new house, alone, reading philosophical writings when I felt unusually sick. The next few days I was miserable, sick...I spent the days in bed sleeping mainly. One of the days I felt okay, I stood up, looking in my huge mirror. Something about me looked a little different, I felt suspicious. Could I be pregnant? I then went to the doctor, at the urging of Ox, who had come in that day to check in on me. The doctor ran some test, and sure enough the results came in: I was pregnant. Did I know who the father was? It never crossed my mind until I was in my sitting room looking out the window. It was pouring outside, the rain drizzling down the huge windows in the room. I put a hand to my stomach, and wondered, "How the hell did this happen? The only man I had contact within the last month or two, sexual contact, was Indiana Jones." She paused, and took a deep breath. "The father has to be Indy."

I kissed Indy again. He smiled, and returned the kiss back. Soon enough we were making out, and of all places, the study. He pushed me against the wall, kissing me all over. I moaned softly, appreciating it every second. Indy is the best lover I've ever been with, and now we finally get to be together—as husband and wife.