Juliet woke as she sun streamed onto her face through the window. It was late morning, later than they had intended to wake up, but she didn't care. She danced a finger across her husband's bare chest, admiring the mix of muscle and 'cushion' that he was composed of and thought of last night.

It had been perfect.

She had been slightly nervous through the whole reception, anticipating what was to come, but those nerves died when they reached the room and she saw the look in his eye. A look of deep and tender love. Of compassion, patience, maturity. A real look. So they came together in a passionate and wonderful display of love, but as she rested her hand on his heart in the light of the morning, she realized it was more than just physical. It was giving him that last piece of her when he had already known and loved and committed to the rest. He truly loved her and she truly loved him and from that came a connection with intensity and passion she had never experienced before.

He woke to a kiss from the most beautiful woman on the planet. "Good morning Wife." He said softly as he caressed her cheek with his hand.

"Good morning Husband." She replied as she leaned in for a proper kiss. It was a slow and tender kiss that they both seemed to melt in to and as he ran his fingers through her golden hair, he thought about the night before. How coming together for the first time as man and wife was an experience like nothing he'd ever felt before. Because there was no worry about judgment, no concern that she'd leave, just love. He loved all of her and she loved him with a completeness he never realized he'd been searching for. Aching for.

"I love you." He whispered into her ear as he ran a finger down her toned back, taking pleasure in the way her muscles shivered in response.

"I love you right back." She replied with a twinkle in her eye. "What do you say we stay in today?"

"I like it, I like it very much."

Juliet sighed contently as she leaned into Shawn and watched from the balcony as the sun dove into the cool Pacific Ocean. It had been a perfect day of passionate love, stirring conversation, and delicious room service. She couldn't think of a time when she'd been more relaxed and calm and happy doing nothing for a day. This, this honeymoon was the only time she and Shawn would have together as just them, without the girls, without work, without responsibilities. And it was beyond wonderful, but as Shawn pushed her forward slightly and began gently massaging away the knots that had lived in her back for years, she smiled at the prospects of their future. For while this honeymoon was a perfect start to their life together, it wasn't the end. They were already a family, with love and understanding and a knowledge that the best things don't always come easy, but they're worth it in the end. Shawn didn't love just her in this moment when their lives could revolve around only each other. He loved all of her: her past, her daughter, her career, her life. And she loved his, all of it. And now, instead of having two lives that merely intertwined, they were one—forever bonded by their deep and honest love.

So as Shawn slipped her silky robe off her shoulder and began kissing her neck, she smiled at how clearly she saw things. She realized it is love of the foolish that is blind, because real love is seeing the flaws and the pain along with the good and the joy and choosing to accept the whole those elements produced. Real love isn't blind, it takes time and effort and understanding but it's so much more rewarding than anything she'd known before.

As the last of the sun sank into the ocean, his wife flipped around and wrapped her legs around him. He smiled and kissed her neck as he ran his hand along her thigh, satisfied in the slight quivering of anticipation he could evoke in her and was surprised when she stopped his progress up her leg.

"Mr. Shawn Spencer," She said with mischief in her eyes.

"Mrs. Juliet Spencer." He replied, taking immense satisfaction in pairing her name with his.

A smile flashed across her face before she spoke. "You are a flawed man, I know, you know." He looked at her, confused, but she only smiled and kissed him gently before continuing. "You are a flawed, imperfect man, and I have never loved anyone as much as I love you."

He looked at her for a moment, stunned, before pulling her face toward his and crashing in to her—saying with his body all the things he couldn't find the words to say. All his self doubt, his insecurities that he hid behind humor and exuberance, she had crushed them. It was the love and acceptance he'd searched for his entire life, always being disappointed by those he had placed his hope in. But Juliet—he could and had told Juliet everything and she had seen the things he was too close to see and yet she still loved him and wanted him. And he wanted her. But more than that, he had her—for the rest of their lives she was his and he was hers and their children were theirs. And that love was real and true and more than he ever could have imagined.

Juliet woke as the sun streamed through the window. It was late morning, later than they had intended to wake up, but they had no where they had to be. She danced her finger across her husband's bare chest, tracing the wrinkles that had replaced some of the muscle—tracks of life he always said. She leaned over to wake him with a kiss and smiled as he stirred.

"Good morning Wife." He mumbled, still entangled in the throws of sleep.

"Good morning Husband." They'd greeted each other the same way for 44 years, never missing a day. It had started with their honeymoon all those years ago and continued through every up and down they'd lived through. And through all of that it had served as a reminder of the love they discovered those first days of their marriage. The love that grew stronger every single day. She saw that love in Shawn's eyes as he ran his fingers through her hair—now gray from years of wisdom—and smiled in the knowledge that they loved each other just as much or more than they had the first time they'd spoken those words.

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I'm back! As it's Valentine's Day (at least in this time-zone), I felt like I had to write something about love and the idea for this had been playing in the back of my head for a while now. Plus I missed this family…So I hope you like it! This is a one-shot type thing, so I will be jumping around the timeline, usually not within a story but who knows! Anyway, I wanted to write this to remind everyone that this type of real, true, deep love does exist and it's amazing. Don't give up on love, don't sell yourself short because I've seen this love and it's so much better than anything Hollywood produces. So if you're alone this Valentine's day, (I say as I dip animal crackers into Nutella), it's okay. Eat chocolate and take heart because you deserve love like this and it's worth waiting for.

And thank you to all who reviewed the last chapter of Second Chances! I'm not going to reply to those all here, but keep writing them because I do read each and every one. And review this too because I will be responding to reviews at the end of the next chapter!

Happy Valentine's Day Psych-Os! {#}