A/N: This story ran away with me a bit. It's not what I had planned, but I'm okay with how it turned out.

Shawn watched Juliet from the doorway.

She was out in the front yard weeding around her flowers and putting all of the snails into an old metal bucket to be relocated to the park around the corner.

Shawn chuckled to himself. Juliet refused to kill the snails saying that, unless a giant mutant snail was attacking her and she had to kill it in self defense, she was not going to kill them just for being annoying.

He didn't have the heart to tell her that the park's gardener had begun sprinkling snail poison around the bushes to keep them from eating his plants.

She sat back in the dirt for a moment and wiped the back of her gloved hand across her forehead, leaving a trail of dirt behind.

Her hair was up in a messy ponytail and there were a few twigs and leaves in it from when she had ducked under one of the bushes to grab the kids' runaway ball. His old shirt, with the ratty hem and the hole hear the shoulder, was stained dark at the armpits and all down the back with her sweat.

As she stood and stretched, Shawn grinned at the sight of her rear covered with dirt.

Shawn's eyes wandered over to the mantle where their wedding picture sat, nearly seven years old now.

A few minutes later, Juliet stomped up the porch steps and held onto the door frame to take off her muddy shoes.

"Why were you watching me?" she asked as she opened the screen door separating them and stepped inside.

"I was thinking about how beautiful you looked when we got married," Shawn said, pulling a leaf out of her hair.

"Oh," Juliet said, looking down at her disheveled state, her hand going to her hair.

Shawn caught her hand in his and pulled her close.

"And about how you get even more beautiful every day."

Juliet's smile lit up her whole face. Shawn laughed and kissed her deeply.

"Ew, gross!" came a voice from behind them.

Shawn and Juliet turned to see their six-year-old son standing in the kitchen with his nose crinkled at them.

"What?" asked another, higher voice.

A young girl popped her head over her older brother's shoulder to look at her parents.

"They were kissing!" the boy said, sounding scandalized.

"Like this!" Shawn said.

His daughter giggled as he swooped down to steal another kiss from his wife.

"Ah, my eyes!"