It was 8am the next morning and Jo was trying to get Will ready to go, the little boy couldn't decide what he wanted to bring. Jo had already gotten him dressed and packed a couple sets of his clothes in her bag. Now she was just trying to get him to pick only two of his stuffed animals to come with them, one to carry and one to go in the bag.

Once he finally choose to pack his raggity bunny and carry the floppy dog she was able to close the bag up and take Will and herself downstairs for a quick breakfast. She made sure he ate, even though he was so excited he could hardly sit still.

"Are we gonna swim in the loch?" asked Will as he picked up a piece of toast.

"I'm not sure, baby boy. I think it might be too cold." Jo responded as she ran a hand over his hair.

"Ok," he said with a pout, "Why you aren't eating?" he asked.

"I have a nervous stomach." she smiled at him, "I've never been to a castle before, do you think I'll like it?"

"Uh huh." he nodded and smiled at her. "Nana is there," he said pleased.

"Nana?" asked Jo confused.

The little boy nodded "She is big fluffy puppy, like in Peter Pan."

"Oh I see. Well I look forward to meeting her." she smiled at him, wondering what kind of dog it was, "Are there other animals?"

"Yeah, sheeps and cows." he said seriously.

"Great," Jo smiled.

Crowley walked in the door, "Hey, there's my favorite people, are you two ready to go?" he asked as he snagged a piece of toast from the table.

"Yeah, I left the bag by the door. I just put his stuff in my bag there was plenty of room." replied Jo as she tilted her head up so he could kiss her on the lips.

Crowley dropped her a quick peck, "Sounds good. We should head out."

"Is Bobby here yet?" Jo asked worriedly.

"He just came in, he ran upstairs to change and get his bag, he said it would only take a minute." replied Crowley with a smirk.

"I can't believe he stayed out all night." Jo shook her head.

"I know, we should ground him." Crowley said as he dusted off Will's face and picked him up.

Jo laughed, "Maybe we should, he's been a bad boy."

"Whose been a bad boy?" asked Bobby as he came up to them near the front door.

Jo grinned at him, "You, mister stayed out all night with some woman!"

Bobby looked embarrassed, "Yeah well..." he shrugged and walked out the front door with his bag pulled behind him. Jo and Crowley grinned at each other and followed.

When they got to the airport Jo was worried about security checks and being on time, when she mentioned it Grandfather just chuckled, "We won't have to go through security, we make a lot of trips to Scotland, so we invested in a small private jet, a Challenger 300, just for travel within UK." He smiled at her.

Jo and Bobby shot each other looks, as they were led out a door and to a small jet that had the door open and a staircase coming out of it, the pilot was already there waiting for them. They loaded onto the jet and buckled in to the light gray leather seats. Jo found it was a lot different riding in a small jet then a large one. It was nice being able to get up and move around during the flight, Will spent most of the flight running up and down the plane and crawling into peoples laps to look out their windows. Bobby fell asleep pretty quick with his hat pulled over his eyes, Jo thought he was pretending to get out of talking to anyone about the night before, because whenever she saw Will jump and Bobby's lap he would put a steadying hand on the little boy.

They got to Scotland in a little over an hour and when they exited the airport there was two cars waiting for them. They loaded themselves into the vehicles and enjoyed the scenic drive to Dunvegan Castle. They came through the woods and suddenly there was a clearing with a parking lot. They parked and piled out of the cars. Grandfather motioned for everyone to follow him, they walked to one end of the lot, and there across a short bridge was the castle. Will was already halfway across and heading for the entrance. Before he made it to the entrance the front doors opened and a man and woman came out. The woman was dressed in work clothes, like she had just came from working outside, the man was wearing a traditional kilt with a work shirt and jacket.

"Finally made it, did you, M'lords?" he asked in a thick accent.

"Aye, we did, and quite happy to be home!" Called Grandfather. "Meet the new lady!" said Grandfather happily as he gestured to Jo.

"Oh, hello, I'm Joanna." Jo smiled and came forward to shake his hand.

"I'm Alban Macleod and this is my wife Cairistiona. We're the caretakers of the castle." he said as he shook her hand.

"It's nice to meet you," Jo said as she then took Cairistiona's hand. "I've never heard that name before, it's beautiful," she said to Cairistiona.

"Aye, it's a Scottish variant of Christine." smiled Cairistiona as she shook Jo's hand. "You can just call me Cairi everyone does."

"So are you cousins or?" asked Jo

"Somewhere along the line we are, there are a lot of us Macleods you know." laughed Alban.

Everyone moved into the castle, as they walked in there was a grand wood staircase that led down into the castle and two side hallways that led to different wings. The walls were a a gray blue color, and on the walls hung painting of family members. Alban took Grandfathers suitcase and walked with him in one direction, while Cairi nodded her head and went back out the door. Roderick headed down into the castle, to do what Jo didn't know. Crowley motioned for her and Bobby to follow him. He scooped up Will and they followed him to a set of stairs that went up. Once they made it to a hallway and Bobby was shown a room, they continued on a couple of doors before Crowley stopped at one and opened it. He flipped on the lights and motioned for Jo to go in first.

She walked in the room to look around. There was a large bed with a carved wood headboard, there were thick wool rugs on the wood floor, there was a wooden dress and armoire, she could see a door so she went to that, inside was a modestly sized bathroom. As she looked around Crowley set Will down. "Open the curtains," he smiled at Jo.

Jo glanced around and realized there were heavy curtains on the far side of the room. She pulled them opened and gasped. You could see the Loch Dunvegan and rolling hills beyond. It was a beautiful day so the water was blue and hills looked bright green, you could see cottages and sheep dotting the landscape. Jo turned and smiled at him, "It's beautiful." she smiled and turned back around to look more.

Will tugged her hand, so she bent down to pick him up so he could look out as well. Crowley came over to join them, he put an arm around her waist. "If you want, I thought we could go do a seal tour?" he said smiling.

Will bounced in her arms and clapped, while Jo scrunched her eyebrows, "A seal tour?" she asked turning to look at him.

He grinned, "It's very popular, the seals are here at this time of year. There are also fishing tours."

Jo smiled happily, "That sounds wonderful, I always wanted to go to the wharf in San Francisco to see seals and sea lions."

"It's better here." Crowley said with a smirk. Jo rolled her eyes but thought he was probably right.

After a fun day out on the Loch looking at seals and walking along the waters edge Jo was exhausted. She and Will took a nap in her and Crowley's room while Crowley went to spend some time in the office/library with the other men. Several hours later Crowley made his way back to the bedroom to wake Jo and Will. He shook them awake, they needed to get ready for the small welcoming party that was set to start in about an hour. It wasn't a large affair, just 25 distant family members/land holders who lived in the area and were close to the family, they would be introduced to Jo as his future wife, have dinner, then drinks in the larger family room.

Jo moaned and groaned but she got up. She took a quick shower while Crowley took Will to his room to dress him for the evening. Jo had decided while at Albion Highland that she would do a more informal look for the party, it wasn't a huge formal affair so she could get away with it. She put on a dress from Anthropologie she had gotten a few days before. It was black velvet and form fitting. It went just past her knees, and the sleeved went around her biceps leaving her shoulders bare. She paired it with a pair of lace up, high heeled boots in the loud Macleod tartan pattern she had found at Albion Highland. Then she placed a matching loud Macleod Tartan sash over her right shoulder, it went across her chest and back to meet on her left hip where she pinned it with a round broach sporting the family crest, which was a belt in a circle with a bulls head in the center inscribed with 'Hold Fast' the family motto.

Once she was done with that she clipped her hair up half way, so it would be out of her face, but still hang down her back. She got the Scottish seed pearl parure out of her bag. She opened it and started putting the pieces on. First she pinned the hair piece on, she put it towards the bun she had made at the top of her head, then she put the earring in, then came the necklace, which was much lighter then the last one she wore, lastly she put on the bracelets, one on each wrist. There was also a small broach but she didn't know where she could put it, so she left it in the box.

Crowley walked in as she was checking her appearance in the mirror, he smiled at seeing her in his family colors. "You look lovely, darling."

Jo turned to him and smiled, "The shoes aren't too much?" she asked looking down at the bright yellow tartan boots that matched her sash.

Crowley laughed, "No, just expect all the ladies to ask where you got them," he said giving her a quick kiss before he opened the armoire to get his own outfit out for the night.

Jo smiled, pleased, before sitting on the bed to watch him get dressed. He took off all of his clothes including underwear, he put on a crisp white shirt before picking up his kilt (in the same Loud Macleod tartan as Jo was wearing) and wrapping it around his waist and buckling it at his side. He sat down on the bench at the end of the bed and pulled on his black kilt hose (which looked like knee socks to Jo), he fastened garters and yellow flashes just below his knee and folded the top of the hose down over the garter so just the flashes were showing, hanging on either side of his legs. He then put on his shoes (called brogues Jo had learned) and tied those. He stood up and picked up his sporran and attached that to the front of his kilt. With that done he grabbed a pin that looked like the one Jo had used on her sash and pinned it to the bottom of his kilt, below it in his right sock he slipped a small knife.

"I didn't get a knife." said Jo with a pout.

Crowley looked at her and smiled, "It's traditional." he grinned, "But I have another one if you want to slip it in your boot?"

Jo smiled and nodded, "I would love that."

Crowley opened the top drawer of the dresser and pulled another small knife out handing it to her, she immediately slipped it into her right boot so only the handle would show. "Very nice." grinned Crowley. He quickly put his black vest on and buttoned it, then added his black dress jacket on top. Crowley held his arms out when he was done, "What do you think?" he asked.

"You look...surprisingly hot." said Jo considering him, "I wasn't sure about the kilt, but I really like it...and...your not wearing underwear. Which is kind of doing things to me." she said with a flirty smirk.

Crowley laughed and stepped closer to her to wrap his arms around her and press them together, "Traditionally you don't wear underwear with a kilt, if you did then it would just be a skirt."

Jo laughed then leaned forward to kiss him briefly before pulling back. "We should take a picture of us, we match." said Jo happily as she went to the bed to find where she tossed her phone.

Crowley shook his head in amusement but didn't disagree. They stood in front of the mirror together and took a couple of pictures, trying to get one where you could see both their outfits.

Just when they were done taking pictures the door squeaked open and Will came in, he was dressed in the exact same outfit as Crowley, only in miniature. Jo couldn't help herself from gushing about how cute he was, she made them take a couple more pictures with Will in them before they headed downstairs to start meeting guests.

Jo was surprised at how regal her Macleod men could look while wearing what she always equated to a skirt. But they made it look good. Even Bobby looked good in his (he had chosen the common Macleod tartan), he seemed rather uncomfortable at times but Jo thought he pulled it off. She made sure to snap a couple of pictures of him, Crowley, Roderick, Will, and Grandfather all standing together. She wanted to make sure she had proof to show everyone back home.

Everyone gathered in the large dining room to have dinner, there were people coming in and out serving food, Jo wondered if they always worked here or had just been hired for the night, but there never seemed to be a good time to ask Crowley. The main course at dinner was fish, Jo assumed it came from the Loch. She liked it, and ate plenty of it along with the vegetables that were served. There was a lot of ale going around, which she had taken a sip of and decided she wasn't going to drink. When one of the waitresses (Jo didn't know what else to call them) asked her if she wanted something else to drink she had asked if they had any soda, the girl brought her something bright orange in a glass, when she asked what it was the girl had said Irn-Bru. Jo had just smiled and said thank you. She took a sniff of it, it smelled like cream soda, she shrugged and took a sip of it. It was definitely carbonated, but it was hard to tell what it tasted like, vaguely orange and cream was the best she could figure. She drank the whole glass of it over the course of dinner and she still wasn't sure she liked it.

Once dinner was over the whole party moved to a large sitting room, there were couches and chairs and two fire places. At some point Jo got separated from Crowley and ended up with a group of ladies sitting around one of the fireplaces. They were asking her all sorts of questions about her life in America, then they moved on to asking her about meeting Crowley. One of the older ladies who had remained quiet but had been watching Jo closely finally spoke, as soon as she opened her mouth all the other ladies went silent, "Aren't you a little young for our Crowley?" she asked in a serious tone.

Jo raised an eyebrow, maybe she was sensitive to the subject because of the fuss her mother was making, but she wasn't about put up with it from anyone else, "No, I'm not." Jo said in a firm voice.

The older lady raised an eyebrow, "Then you are blessed to be older then you look? How old are you?"

"I'm 25. But we love each other very much so our ages don't matter." Jo starred the older woman down, not looking away or shrinking from her intense look.

"Well, you've got back bone that's for sure. None of my daughters-in-law have ever managed to stare me down like you have!" she laughed. "You'll make a fine match for him, he needs a woman who won't bend under pressure." she smiled at Jo.

The tension in the group broke and all the ladies laughed and started talking again. Jo felt like she had just passed some test but she wasn't sure. She looked down suddenly when she felt a small hand touch her knee. Will was standing next to her rubbing his eyes. She gave him a soft smile, it was past his bed time. She pulled him up into her lap and let him cuddle into her. She rubbed his back, lulling him to sleep quickly.

When Jo glanced up from him she noticed all the other ladies were watching her with smiles. She grinned back at them. "He's tired. Past his bed time." She chatted with them awhile longer, the sound of her voice not disturbing Will in the slightest. By midnight all the guests were gone and Will had been put to bed, a shaggy bearded collie named Nana beside him.

The next day Crowley spent taking Jo and Bobby around on a tour with Will and Nana not far behind, or ahead depending on what they were doing. The more they saw the more Jo fell in love with the place. Crowley took them to the gardens where they lazily walked around the paths,and over the little bridges, Jo was especially taken with the waterfalls.

They were sitting on a bench together watching Will and Nana playing in front of the large greenhouse, "I think we should get married here." said Jo leaning against him with a smile on her face. "It's so beautiful here, I love it so much."

Crowley grinned at her, "Really? You would want to do that?"

"Yes, definitely." she pressed closer to him.

"That hasn't happened in a long time, a Duke or future Duke actually marrying here. I think it was my great grandparents." he speculated.

"Really? Your parents didn't?" she asked.

"No, they married in London. At the time the castle wasn't in as good a condition as it is now. In the 90's we had a lot of restorations done, as well as putting in the gardens." he replied.

"Is it nice here in the winter?" she asked,

"There is snow, it can get cold, but I like it. I always loved coming here for Christmas. Why?" he wondered.

"I thought, maybe a December wedding." She pulled back to smile at him, "What do you think?"

He grinned at her and pulled her close to kiss her gently on the mouth before pulling away to press their foreheads together, "That sounds perfect." he smiled.

"Great! Now we can start planning," she replied happily. Crowley groaned and Jo elbowed him in the side laughing when he grunted. "For now though, we should take Will down to the Loch. We promised him." Crowley nodded.