He promised to always protect her, and not even death will stop him at making sure she is protected.

Chapter 1

Danny broke down the last cardboard box and threw it into the pile of boxes on the floor. Brushing his hands against one another he dusted off imaginary dust and smiled widely at his wife. "That was the last one. We are now officially moved in."

His short dark haired new bride threw her arms around his midriff and stood on her tip toes to kiss him lightly on the lips. Danny bent his head down, his brown curls falling into his closed eyes and kissed her back.

"I can't believe it. Everything's perfect now. We're married; we have our own home, great jobs and nice cars. I think my dream is finally coming true." Danny let a dreamy look gloss over his eyes as he stared down at his beautiful wife.

"Yes everything is perfect. But you know what makes it even more perfect?" Tiffany wrapped her arms tighter around his waist and rested her chin on his chest, looking up at him.

"What's that?" She asked, a small smile playing on her lips.

"The fact that I'm sharing all of this with you." Tiffany's smile widened and she leaned up again to give him a longer, more passionate kiss.

"Danny you are so sweet. That's why I kept you around all these years." Danny's mouth fell open slightly.

"You kept me around?" He asked playfully and the dark haired girl nodded her head. "I do believe it was I who kept you around." He poked his wife in the side as she giggled and shook her head from side to side furiously.

"Nope, it was me. I mean at first I wasn't going to; it had something to do with your hair, but then I thought, 'aww, but he's too sweet.'"

Danny's mouth dropped open again and he poked her in the side just a bit harder, but not hard enough to hurt her. "What was that about my hair? You can't possibly be talking bad about my hair." Tiffany giggled and tried to pull away from him but he just pulled her back towards him. "I think you like my hair just a bit too much. You're always pulling on it during sex. Not that I mind anyways." He gave her a smug look as her mouth dropped open and she pushed him in the shoulder.

"Danny Jones, how dare you say such things to me!" He couldn't help the laugh that escaped him.

"Oh but you know it's true." Tiffany shut her mouth and didn't say anything else. She just looked away, not making eye contact and looked over the living room of their new house. They set it up so that it was a nice cross between feminine and manly. The room was done in a light blue color; both Danny and Tiffany's favorite color, and had just a touch of yellow and dark blue. They had a blue couch with matching chairs; dark brown stands and a big television. There was a bit of antique collectables scattered lightly around the room but the room had more of a modern feel to it. Their whole house was pretty much the same. Tiffany not being the girlie one, decided to give the house a more neutral feel. There was not one bit of pink in the house. Well, actually the only pink that was in the house belonged to Danny, but there wasn't much of it, since Tiffany didn't really care for the color.

"So, now that we're all done with the unpacking, what would you like to do?" Neither of the two had taken to the couch yet. They just stood in the middle of the floor, their arms wrapped around one another with Tiffany's head on Danny's chest. The lighting was low, with only a few lamps on, and the house was silent.

"I have just the perfect idea." Danny answered, giving her an impish grin.

"And what would that be Mr. Jones." She quirked and eyebrow at him; wondering what he was up to.

"Oh it's something I'm sure you would enjoy Mrs. Jones." She still gave him a wary look, but before she could come back with anything, he swooped down and crashed his lips onto hers. Right away his hands slid down to cup her butt and she moaned lightly into the kiss. He started walking her backwards towards their bedroom as her hands came up under the back of his shirt.

Danny backed her up against the wall right by their bedroom door and broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against hers and looking into her eyes. "I do believe it is time to christen the house." Tiffany answered by throwing her arms around his neck and bringing her lips to his once more.

He managed to maneuver himself and her over to the bed, even though the room was dark and it was a new place. Within minutes Danny and Tiffany were both undressed, lying tangled in the brand new sheets her mother bought them for their wedding; in their brand new house that they bought together. It was; in one word; perfect.