A/N: Thank you all for the lovely reviews and for following this fic. I am continuing with the one shot concept for the "Calculated Risk" world. The one shots will not be in chronological order due to my total dependence on inspiration.

This fic happens chronologically before the two initial chapters, when John is about 4 months old. It's really fluffy, I apologies in advance.

Hope you'll like it. Please tell me what you think.

White wedding.

When they walk in, they can hear the roaring of the crowd and the sound of the ancient warriors dance, as well as the traditional cries of battle. The crowd is cheering, and there are whistling and shouting from all around the venue. Kono is automatically drawn towards the big field beneath them, raising her arms in the air and clapping violently as she calls the names of the leading players. He looks back, from searching their seats and sees her smiling and waving, just before she puts her fingers in her mouth to produce a long and scary whistle... that's... impressive. Yeah. he forgot she can actually do that. The sight of her standing there, exhilarated and happy, in her favorite red tank top, that these days is a bit tighter around her perfect bosom, and his baby son strapped to her, in the baby carrier, looking curiously at the mess around him, makes his throat tight with emotion. He reaches for her hand and pulls her to their seats, shaking his head at his stupid reaction, he can't help but smile at the constant high pitch shrieks she still makes when he makes her sit beside him. There's no need to pretend. They came here to watch the Sunday football game, but with his sweet lovely girlfriend, he knew it would be interesting...

He is probably still too captivated by her sweet and energetic appearance, and by the looks of his baby, who seems to be quite comfortable despite of all the noise, because he realizes he just missed something crucial in the game, when she suddenly stands up in her place and starts to shout.

"Will you please sit down?" he tells her with alarm, pulling her hand "you're frightening the baby."

"For god sakes" she cries, shaking his hold on her "he had full control of the ball inside the end zone, we were just robbed of a perfectly legitimate touchdown" she sits back in her seat with apparent frustration "this is not a referee, Steve. This is a bloody criminal!"

"Kono" he tries to sound serious, hiding the smile that appears when she starts rambling like that. God he fucking loves her "the baby..."

"You're not afraid, are you John?" she leans to her son and kisses his head "you know mommy's totally right."

His only offspring is no less than a traitor, because instead of supporting his father's concerns, when she says it, he immediately starts to giggle.

"Fine. He's not afraid..." he grumbles reluctantly "still, why don't you let me hold him during the game, while you... do all these things you normally do. I mean, if you feel like you need to go out there and kill someone, it will be a shame if we will be the ones to stop you..."

()()()

When they get home, she is still quite excited with the game and all. He wonders if some of it has to do with the amount of sugar she consumed. He looks in the mirror, watching john sleeping quietly in his car seat, after she fed him before they left. He looks at her next to him, and she looks back with a questioning look, she stops talking suddenly, when she sees his dark gaze. The baby is sleeping, they have no case, she makes a quick move from her seat to straddle his legs. He pushes the driver's seat all the way back, there's not a lot of room, but it's enough. He opens the button of his pants, and she opens her jeans. She kisses him thoroughly and deeply, only whimpers to the expert moves he makes with his hand on her, and... well, it's getting pretty frantic from there. When her breaths become more and more shallow, along with their synchronized movements, her hot mouth covers his own in a sweet and powerful kiss. It's hurried, and hot and fucking amazing, he makes a mental note to purchase football season tickets for the next decade.

The next minute, just after they come down from their joint delicious peak, John wakes up and starts crying. When she moves to the back to console him, he looks out the window and sees her mother stand there with a disapproving look.

()()()

"No, no... It's the fourth Sunday in a row, don't we ever get a break?" Danny starts as he opens the door to find Steve standing there with little John in his arms.

"Relax" he pushes around him and gets inside "it's a friendly visit, nothing more."

"Friendly?" Danny says doubtfully, as he peeks outside, just in case, to see if he can see Chin there.

"Yes, friendly" Steve insists, looking around him in apprehension "I'm your friend. I came to visit. I believe this is the way it works."

"What are you looking for?" Danny asks impatiently watching Steve making a scrutinizing face as he assesses his surroundings.

"I'm looking for a decent place to put a baby, but this place is a mess. It's a god damn safety hazard, not to mention a sanitation disaster."

"I don't think I care for your idea of being friendly..." Danny states calmly "I'm starting to wish we actually had a case."

"Let's go to Kamekona's" he offers without even listening "my treat."

()()()

"Her mother came, didn't she?" Danny asks when they sit around the table at Kamekona's eating shrimps.

"Yes" Steve raises his eyes "how did you know?"

"You always look a bit shaken when she visits" he smiles "if I wouldn't know better, I'd say you're afraid of her."

"I'm not afraid of her. We actually get along pretty well, in normal days."

"It's nice to know." Danny nods, obviously impressed.

"That we're getting along?" Steve asks in surprise.

"No. That you actually have normal days."

"They're talking about the wedding again" Steve ignores Danny's dig "they've been doing it back and forth for the last month or so. They keep fighting about every little detail, I can practically see it escalating before my very eyes."

"So you just took the kid, and made your escape?" Danny laughs at his partner's pathetic life.

"It wasn't an escape" Steve frowns "it was a very carefully planned, tactical withdrawal, to avoid unnecessary casualties and to have time for reassessment."

"Sure, babe. Whatever" Danny waves his hand in the air "I bet, they simply asked for your opinion, and fucking scared you to death."

"Pretty much" Steve sighs "not only this, can you imagine? they actually asked me about the wedding dress... I mean, there's no training in the world that can prepare you for this kind of stress."

"There's something else" Danny says suddenly, after they sit, eating in silence for a few more seconds.

"No..." Steve says quickly, almost choking on his shrimp.

"Yes there is" Danny cries loudly "I have no idea why you even imagine you can keep something from me."

"Fine, fine..." Steve grumbles "just don't shout, people are looking. When she came to the house today... she might have accidently caught us having sex."

"You just can't get any break with this woman, can you?" Danny looks at him mercifully.

"No" he agrees "with the both of them actually. It's not a matter of if or when anymore, it's a matter of who'll kill me first."

()()()

"Kono" Danny tells him later, when each of them is devouring a cone of shaved ice.

"What?" Steve looks up from his son.

"She's the one who'll kill you first." Danny explains.

"Why?" he asks in confusion "why do you say that?"

"Because you're not supposed to let a four months old baby eat shaved ice..."

()()()

He makes his approach to the house, as quietly as possible. John is sleeping in his stroller, so he can take a look around the house to make sure the enemy forces, AKA John's grandmother, are nowhere in the vicinity. When he's satisfied that the area is clear, he picks up the sleeping baby in his arms and gets inside.

She sits at the dining room table, in front of an enormous pile of journals, looking miserable and exhausted.

"Hey, babe" he smiles at her, but she only sends him a sad look from behind the table "that bad, ha?"

"Even worse."

He walks to the sofa, and lays the sleeping infant on it, arranging all the pillows around him, to make sure he won't fall. Then, he walks to where she is sitting, and leans besides her on the floor. He puts his arms around her waist, and lets her drop from the chair into his lap. As she buries her head in his neck, he simply hugs her tight against him, and strokes her head. "So I guess, you still didn't reach an agreement?" he asks quietly, into her hair.

"She still wants a big enormous wedding in front of half the island, so I guess no will be the right answer."

"I thought she already agreed to include only family" he mumbles at that intimidating scale of the upcoming event.

"She did. This is why it's only half the island."

"You're g-got to be kidding me" he sighs, closing his eyes in silent despair.

"Yes I am" she laughs at his stutter "she's actually being reasonable with the numbers, now. I told her you have no family, so it wouldn't be fair..."

"I have a family" he protests quickly.

"I know baby, but Mary Ann is quite small, she doesn't take that much space..."

"I meant you and your crazy siblings and your dad and even your deranged mother, actually" he grumbles.

"They are, baby" she laughs at the bitterness in his voice "and Danny and Grace, and Chin and Malia. But it's a secret you have them, I had to find a way to make mom see sense. Anyway, we're almost fine with the numbers at this point. It's down to an almost acceptable scale. We're fighting content right now."

"What now?" he sighs in resignation "his girlfriend's, and as now established his, family is a constant cause of grief.

"She wants a white dress, bridesmaids and all the tacky stuff."

"Right..." he drawls hesitatingly "what's wrong with that?"

"You want a big fancy costumes parade?" she raises her head and watches him incredulously.

"No" he says quickly, he's clever enough to realize when to make a tactical retreat "but I wouldn't mind seeing you in a white wedding dress..."

"You're taking her side?" she raises her voice, her hand goes to a dangerous location in the middle of his deltoid muscle. He knows he has to figure out how to phrase his words in a way that wouldn't hurt.

"I'm not taking any sides" he cries quickly.

"That's the wrong answer" she warns him, with a raise of her eyebrow.

"I meant..." he tries to think fast "I meant, I'm on your side. Obviously."

"Much better" she notifies.

"It just that..."

"Yeeeeees?"

"I always thought we'll have something similar to Chin and Malia's wedding. I mean, I thought you liked it, at the time."

"I did" she nods, looking at him in surprise "I didn't think about that... I mean, wearing a white dress, when John is the guest of honor, it felt a bit insensitive in front of everybody, and the priest... but I guess, if my mom doesn't mind... and you say you'll like it..."

"We can do it at home, near our beach" he shrugs "and just keep it simple, in a traditional Hawaiian style. I really don't care" he continues, touching her cheek "I just want to marry you and be happy, possibly while still keeping your mother satisfied. You're getting back to work soon, we'll need her back up, think about it as a strategic wedding, as part of our over whole plan."

She looks at him silently, thinking carefully about what he's saying.

"This way, Kai can come too" he adds the ultimate argument in his arsenal. She only looks at him like he's being stupid "oh... you thought he would come anyway..." This god damn dog is always first on her list of priorities, he keeps forgetting this annoying fact.

"Fine" she says after she takes a few more moments to assess all the details "we'll do it the Chin and Malia's way, with the family, here. I guess, John will probably be happy to stay in his own home, too."

"Sure. Even though, I don't think we'll have any objection from the kid" he says with his familiar loop side smile "he was an honorary guest at that other wedding as well."

()()()

A little bit later, when he goes to the bedroom to prepare for the night, and she goes to clean the baby and feed him before bed, while he takes off his clothes, and takes the opportunity to collect all her clothes and shoes from where she left them on the floor, and put them in their proper place, which he's quite sure she has no idea where it is, he suddenly hears her asking curiously from the other room.

"Steve, why the hell is the baby's tongue blue?"

()()()

"Why do we all have to be barefoot, again?"

"Because it's a symbol" Steve sighs "I thought we've covered it all, last time. You remember surly, connecting with nature and all this stuff..."

"I distinctly remember, Steven" Danny clarifies "that I hated it the first time as well. What the fuck made you think that I'll buy into it, now?"

"Well, it was more than a year ago. I thought that by now, you'll be more sophisticated. More spiritual. More in tuned with the island and its ways..."

"You thought that by now, I'll be as stupid and crazy as you."

"You have a point" Steve shakes his head "making you my best man was a stupid and crazy idea, I agree. Can we have that deal with the drinks again? you know... so I won't have to kill you in your monkey suite."

"Sure we can. But don't you complain" Danny says "it's only a fair deal. A bit of alcohol for this stupid smelly bush around my neck..."

"Danny, you're..."

"Wow, babe. Look. She's..." Danny gasps.

He looks at Danny with a questioning look, the guy simply stops arguing and just stands there with his eyes glued to the crowd, when he follows his gaze, he sees the people parting, and Malia comes with John in her arms. Behind her, side by side he can see Kono's parents walking with their eldest daughter, towards him. She wears a simple long white wedding dress, her hair made messily on the top of her head, a red flower is tucked above her ear. She looks serious, very concentrated, as she walks slowly, like she's being careful not to trip. When she's close enough, she finally looks up, and their eyes lock, from over the crowd. He forgets to breathe, can't move, can't do anything but watch her beautiful figure. When she smiles at him, it makes him want to fall on his knees and thank god for being alive.

She comes closer, her cheeks are rosy pink with excitement, and he can sense how she is only too aware of the fact that each eye in the place is on her, she looks so cute and adorable, he reaches for her hand, and pulls her beside him. It feels good, amazingly, despite all the attention, now that she's there.

They can't hear a word the priest is saying. The thumping of their hearts masking all other sound. They just stand there, together, grinning, the ocean in front of them, and in the back it's their home.

When finally the ceremony is over, there's this weird silence, because neither make a move. Danny leans forward, and nudges his shoulder, whispering "you should kiss the bride now, or somebody else will..."

He turns towards her, winking mischievously, making her burst out in laughter. She's not laughing a second later, when he pulls her against him, and crashes his lips on her mouth.

()()()

The sound of whistling and screaming from her five brothers is what gets the party rolling. The five are also the first to make their way to the couple, and hug them violently, as they're trampling everything on their way. It takes a while, as five brothers, parents, Mary Ann, Chin and Danny, Malia and fifty six cousins do the same. The whole place is still a one big pile of people talking together and laughing, when he finally gets a hold of his baby son. She saves herself from the crashing hugs of her relatives, and joins him, kissing the baby who sits in his arms. When he looks at the mother of the bride, with a questioning look, he can see her beaming with happiness, at the sight of all the craziness around. She sends him the thumbs up, when she catches his eyes. It's a fucking success. He looks down at his beautiful girlfr... wife. She looks quite amused by it all, herself.

He releases a breath of relief, and kisses his son's cheek, as she does the same from the other side. The kid seems to like it, giggling uncontrollably between them. He kisses her again, just because she's there, and she's pretty, and she's his. He's so god damn happy, he doesn't mind Kai's barking is heard, all the fucking time.

A/N2: OK, I had to post this one, before my vacation.