"So, explain to me why we are babysitting your brother?" Julio adjusts the rear view mirror to look at the young man who was nearly passed out in the back seat of their sedan. "We were able to have a night to ourselves and he's old enough to take care of himself. You guys all baby him. I bet he'd like a little alone time."

Eve rolls her eyes, sighing as she adjusts the mirror since she was the one actually driving the vehicle, "We never said he can't take care of himself." She slaps her partner's hand as he reaches up to move the mirror again, "What happened to you not wanting to drink tonight?"

He glances toward her, "It was a long day."

"Tell me about it." She nods, "I'm surprised Freya lasted as long as she did." She smirks, "And that Chad was more than happy to hold onto her. Though, I think that was because the rest of you idiots hear the words 'free bar' and you go apeshit." She rolls her eyes, noticing Julio's hand has snaked its way onto her abdomen. "I'm going to need your help getting him inside. Mom said his nightmares aren't really...aren't getting better. They're worse when he thinks he's alone. I'm even tempted to make you take the sofa so I can keep him in bed with me."

"Disposing a man in his own house." Julio furrows his brow, still rubbing her nearly nonexistent baby bump, "What if I wanted to...have some time with you?" He leans over, kissing her shoulder.

Eve chuckled softly, mostly to herself, "I'd tell you to keep wanting. My feet are killing me, this dress nearly doesn't fit, and-"

"You're beautiful."

"You're drunk." She keeps her eyes on the road, not impressed by him in the slightest. "We have brunch tomorrow morning at my parents. Hopefully you have a terrible hangover."

"Nah." Julio waits until she pulls up outside their apartment, leaning up more to capture her lips with his own.

Eve rolls her eyes, letting him finish with her kiss, "Just get Rusty. Put him in our bed and you'll take the sofa."

"Oh, come on!"

"I'll come to tuck you in." A smirk plays at her lips as she watches his face. The idea of what she could possibly mean moves slowly in his expression, making him unable to get out of the car fast enough.

Chad held his niece against him, doing his best not to walk into the bar area and take up a glass next to his brother-in-law and friends. His foot bounced against the hardwood flooring of the dancehall as he leaned back against the seat. His eyes stared outward, at no one in particular, just trying to keep his mind off of the glasses of champagne that were littering his table. His wife did her best to help by continually clearing the glasses around him.

Sharon Flynn noticed her son's expression as she moved closer to him. She gently placed a hand on his knee as she had taken a seat next to him, "Looks like you have a passenger there."

He didn't notice her even walk over. His head quickly turned to face her as he offered a smirk, "Yeah, she had a big day. It's a little too crazy in here for her anyway."

"I agree." She nods, able to tell why he was the one stuck with his niece. She glances around, noticing Eve dancing slowly with Provenza. Moving closer to her son, as for them to hear one another better, "You might not be able to get rid of her tonight."

"I'd be okay with that. With work for both Tricia and I, we haven't had much time to spend with her...or Katie for that matter." Chad shakes his head slowly, "I'm going to take her with me tonight."

"I think that would be a good idea." Sharon continues to reassuringly rub his leg, "You'll probably end up getting your little sister as well. She'll go wherever Freya goes." She offered him a soft smile, "Are you sure it won't be too much for the two of you?"

"Freya hardly has any Uncle Chad and Aunt Tricia time. Tricia already has a room at the house set up for Kate whenever she wants to come over. It's all about time and logistics really." He shrugged, picking a hand up to gently rub his niece's back. "Things have been hard as of late, so they'll be a welcome distraction, Mom."

The woman offered him a gentle smile, leaning over to kiss his temple, "I'm proud in everything you do, Chaddy. Remember that. You're doing a great job." She ruffled his thick hair when he smirked a non-spoken reply, "You look like your father when you do that. The good part that was somewhere hidden within him that I fell for in the first place." Sharon chuckled to herself. "Have fun with the girls tonight...also, good luck. You're going to need it."

Andy opens his eyes slightly from the sun's rays lighting the room. He blinks slowly, his wife's nude frame still sleeping against him. They aren't able to do this at home. Kate figured out how to jimmy their door open, not to mention there's always someone around. Waiting a moment for his eyes to adjust for him to see the clock on the wall. He smirks, knowing she made plans to have brunch at home. He usually isn't awake before her either, never really able to see just how beautiful she is like this. Andy begins to run his hand through her wild hair, pins taken out one by one and placed on the table next to her. "Shar..." His voice gentle, throaty.

Sharon moans a little, pulling closer to him, listening to his heartbeat. Her favorite way to relax mostly. "Time is it?" She groans a little.

"Well, let's not think about numbers. You have enough time for a relaxing bath. I can call staff up to prepare one for you, if you'd like. All before we get home in time for the brunch you demanded happen-"

"I was stupid to demand brunch."

"Well, I don't think you were stupid. Just didn't expect yourself to be this relaxed or to sleep as deeply as you did." He smiles to himself.

Sharon opens a blurry eye slightly, looking up to his face, "Why did you let me do that? I don't even like to cook."

"Which is why I assumed I'd be doing the cooking from the start." Andy nods slowly, "So, should I call them up to prepare a bath? I'm thinking some bath salts and rose petals...probably. I heard it from Provenza that's what they do here. Said you'd probably like it."

She shakes her head a little, closing her eyes again, "I'd rather just lay here with you longer."

"If you don't want the bath, I may call them up for myself." He chuckles when he receives a playful slap to his arm, holding her closer in response. "I agree, but we still have to start getting up anyway...and I like to see you naked. So why not wake up to a nice bath in that giant tub before we have to go home?"

"Fine, fine." Sharon rolls to her back, opening her eyes and taking in the room. "I love weddings...yesterday was no exception."

"Agreed." Andy lifts the phone, calling to the front desk and asking them about drawing the bath. He places the phone back to the receiver, looking at her. "I love how you treat every wedding we go to as our own. I like the honeymoon part." He waves his eyebrows, watching her. "I remembered to gently place your gown over the chair last night." He knew she had only a couple of drinks to help her relax. Luckily, she had wine, tasting like berries never affected him negatively.

She glances over to the area in which he was mentioning, "I wasn't as thoughtful with your slacks. I apologize." She notices them crumpled to the floor, looking back toward him, "We did look fantastic together last night. Can't wait to see how the pictures turn out."

"Me either." He motions to the tote bag of disposable cameras, "We need to drop them off as well." Andy hears a knock at the door, grabbing a white robe from the door frame to wrap around himself. "Thanks so much." He nods to the attendant who is there for the bath. Walking back to where his wife was, he notices she's just pulled the blanket over her head, causing him to laugh. "Let me make you some tea, Shar. You'll feel better."

"I would appreciate that." Sharon mumbles from under the covers, not wanting to get up to grab a robe and needing to shield her naked form from the hotel staff