"Ah come on, hold still."

"Easy, Muchacha. I'd like to still be breathing when you're finished there." Ana looked up from the confounding piece of silk that was wound about Sawyers neck, the man's blue eyes twinkled with amusement. Ana gave a frustrated sigh.

"Why couldn't you just be your usual hillbilly self and buy one of the ones with the clip?" Sawyer shooed her hands away and began attempting to tie the thing himself.

"Well Doctor Jeckyl, said that clip-ons weren't traditional wedding apparel."

Ana rolled her eyes at his comment. "Since when do you listen to Jack? And in case you haven't noticed, we're not exactly a traditional couple."

"Well I just figured it was worth getting him tah shut up." The southerner then whooped jubilantly as he completed the knot in the tie and tightened it around his neck.

"So we're ready to go then?" The Latina was bending down to adjust her shoe, and Sawyer couldn't help but sneak up behind her. The raven haired woman turned he head to the side as strong hands ran across her stomach pulling her back against a warm body.

"Gotta say, this dress s'makin me think we should just skip this wedding and have some fun instead." His husky words slithered down Ana's spine, and the stubble on his jawline rubbed lightly against her skin making her wish that they had an extra twenty to thirty minutes for playtime. They didn't however, so she slipped away smoothly and turned to face the disappointed southerner. "We can't just skip out Sawyer, but if you behave, we can play later." Her eyes were sparkling with a mischievous glint, as were his.

"M'gonna hold you to that Chica."

"Oh, you're going to do more than hold me tonight Cowboy." His smile became lecherous. "An that's a promise."

Ana chuckled warmly as she headed out the door with Sawyer trailing behind enjoying the view.

.xXx.

"Mi Dios, and you two say I'm the child." The young girl said throwing her hands up dramatically.

"What?" Sawyer and Ana turned to their daughter confusion spread across both their faces.

"You guys argue like five year old children sometimes." The girl's frustration was evident, she loved her parents, and she understood that they loved each other as well, but sometimes they were just plain childish.

"Well if your father wasn't being so stubborn…"

"Me? Stubborn? Have yah looked in the mirror recently, Muchacha? I ain't the only one."

"Please, can you two just come to a decision already." Luana interjected before they could begin their argument all over again.

"We have, they just happen to be different decisions." Ana glared at her husband, who smirked back.

"Guys, it's just dinner, not a life and death situation. Can't we compromise?" Sawyer's head swiveled sharply towards his daughter.

"That's it! You ain't allowed tah go to the Shepards' house no more, they're a bad influence on you, and I won't have it."

Ana frowned at her husband. "How about Italian, we haven't had Italian in a while."

"I want a steak, you can't get a good steak at an Italian restaurant." Their mutual staring contest began, each daring the other to back down.

"How about we go to a buffet before we all starve to death." The drama was at an all time high as Luana stomped her foot and rolled her eyes. The two adults seemed to contemplate this suggestion. Nodding affirmatively Ana said "Okay, as long as we don't go to the one downtown, their food's terrible."

Sawyer smirked, "Agreed."

The young girl clasped her hands together and looked heavenward, "finally."

As the family piled into the large blazer Luana asked, "Why do you guys always argue over little stuff."

Ana turned in her passenger seat, "We don't always argue about everything."

Which was true because most of their arguments were in jest and the few that weren't, were never serious enough to cause any actual anger. Ana and Sawyer hadn't seriously tussled since High School, but they did wrestle every now and again.

"Thought you'da been used to it by now, Puddin."

"I am, I guess, but it gets annoying sometimes."

"Well there's things you do that annoy us too sometimes." Ana said this reasonably, and Sawyer nodded in agreement. "Yeah like bringing Christian over. Ow, easy on the goods darlin'." Sawyer rubbed his ribs where Ana had jabbed him with her elbow.

"There's nothing wrong with Christian dad."

"He's a Shepard, that means he's all wrong." It was stated as if it were a well known fact, and the two women in the vehicle rolled their eyes.

"You're just don't like him cuz he got me kicked out of Kindergarten."

"There is that, and he's always getting you into trouble." The scowl on Sawyers face, made his wife chuckle.

"He doesn't always get me into trouble, it's kinda mutual."

"Sounds like us, doesn't it?" Ana's comment made Sawyer's frown deepen.

"They ain't nuttin like us Chica. What we do, sure as hell better not be what they do!" Ana merely smiled at his outrage and switched on the radio before he continued his tirade. The soothing sound of the blues filled the vehicle, until Sawyer reached over and pushed a button. The smooth blues melody was replaced by the exciting rhythm of an electric guitar as it performed a solo. Ana's eyes caught Sawyer's and the challenge was issued, Luana just sighed from the backseat, looked like they were going to do it again.

END.