So this is the same chapter I just posted in 50 Years so sorry if it's a repeat for any of you, but I really love this chapter and it has very little to do with Second Chances so people can read it without getting confused. Anyway, for any who don't already know, Isaac is Shawn and Juliet's son and he's 20 here. Read and Review! It makes all the difference!

"Dad, I'm going to marry her."

"Like hell you are!" Shawn spun around to face his son. "Sit, now." He pointed to the well worn chair in his office.

"You can't tell me—"

"Sit Isaac." He put all the authority he could into his voice and his youngest reluctantly dropped into the chair. He couldn't believe this was happening—Isaac had entered this rebellious stage about a year ago, not long after Rebecca's wedding. He'd dropped out of school, fixed up his old motorcycle, and gone gallivanting across the country. And Shawn had let him go, who was he to say he couldn't when he'd spent years doing pretty much the same thing. But this was too far. Isaac had met the girl, what, three months prior? And now he wanted to get married. With no job, no plan for the future, and no idea what he was getting into.

But as he looked at his son, who was staring daggers into him at the moment, he sighed. He couldn't handle this like his own father had—angrily and without understanding. He and his boy had always been close and he wanted to get back to that. "Alright Iceman, tell me why you want to marry this girl." He resigned as he plopped into the chair opposite his son.

"What?" Obviously that was not the response Isaac expected.

"Tell me why you love her."

Isaac looked him over, seemingly trying to decide if he was serious, before looking at his own thumbs in thought. "She's the most beautiful woman I've ever met. And I'm happy when I'm with her. I know it's all fast Dad, but I can't imagine life without her."

"Yes you can, think back to April." He remarked, subsequently receiving daggers from his son again. "Sorry, continue."

"Well that's kind of it. I mean, I love her, and I know marriage is hard, but I think we can get through it together." Isaac looked up at him with his eyes glistening in the naivety of youthful love.

"Oh Ice…what happened? You were there when I talked to Andrew…" He sighed, dropping his head in his hands to clear his thoughts. "How about I make you a deal. I'll tell you why I love your mom, and if you can honestly say you love this girl that much, I'll help you buy the ring." His sons eyes lit up and he began to speak, but Shawn put up a hand to quiet him. "But—if you don't love her like that, you dump her, move back home, work at Psych, and go back to school to finish getting your degree. Deal?"

Isaac stared at him skeptically for a second, before flashing him the cocky smile he had inherited from the very man who was about to wipe it from his face. "You're on, Dad. Get ready to pay."

"Not so fast Iceman, you have to listen to me first." He sat back in his chair and thought about how to put into words the love he had for his wife of over twenty years. "Okay, so you know that I have taken your mom out on a date every Sunday since we started dating, and that I kiss her and I'll occasionally openly flirt with her while you kids are around." Isaac nodded and he continued. "Well that doesn't even begin to show how much I love my wife.

"Juliet is…she's everything to me. I mean, I love you and your sisters deeply, but if we were drowning in the ocean and I could choose to save her or you three, I would save her every time. That's not to belittle how much I love you, I would rather die than lose any of you, but I would save her first.

"She is…light. I can't even explain how happy she makes me. When I look in her eyes I see the very best of me, because even though she knows my flaws, that's how she sees me. And so I spend each day striving to be that man—the very best version of myself—because she deserves my best.

"Her laugh, after all these years, it has an effect on me. My stomach flips or I feel warm all over, and you'd think I'd get used to it or annoyed by it after all these years, but I don't because I love that I can still make her laugh.

"I wake up every single morning and the first words out of my mouth are 'Good morning, Wife' because every morning I wake up next to her is a good one.

"I go to sleep with her in my arms because without her I feel empty and even as empty-nesters, we're so busy that it's the only time I really get to hold her.

"Sometimes, she'll reach out and touch me or kiss me, just randomly—be it on a case, at home, grocery shopping, or out on a walk. And Isaac, I still get tingles. Because I know she wants to be near me, wants to touch me just to make sure I'm there, and nothing makes me happier.

"But son, love is not warm, fuzzy feelings. They come with the territory, but that's not what love is. Your mom and I know each other better than anyone in the world, and that gives us immense power over each other. I have the power to hurt her worse than anyone ever has and she has that same power over me.

"Love is giving someone that kind of power over you with the prayer they'll never abuse it.

"Love is being furious with her, more furious than you can imagine, and choosing to bite your tongue instead of cutting deep because you know that she is worth more to you than whatever you are arguing about.

"Love is letting her change you because you know she'll only change you for the better and you're willing to trust everything about yourself in her hands.

"Love is seeing her and knowing that wherever you are, you're home because as long as she's there because wherever she's at is where you belong.

"Love is patiently explaining to her for the thousandth time how to operate the DVR and then setting it for her anyway because she still doesn't get it.

"Love is kindly putting away the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen because even though you're exhausted, that small act of kindness will make her day and that's worth all the effort you have.

"Love is being proud of her achievements as your own instead of being jealous. It's letting her say she loosened the lid of the jar when you know you did all the work. It's admitting when you're wrong even though you think you're right and forgiving her when she did wrong even if she won't admit it.

"Love is getting up at two in the morning because she's thirsty and even though it's the last thing you want to do, you still find yourself downstairs at the fridge wondering how she ever got this much control over you—then not caring because she smiles and thanks you for the water.

"Love is loving her through bad times, when she needs it most and deserves it least because you hope and deep down you know she'll do the same for you.

"Love is knowing every detail of her face, every curve of her body, every trick in bed and loving the familiarity they bring. It's thinking of her randomly throughout the day only to realize you're smiling like an idiot. It's embracing every wrinkle, every gray hair, every change because they're evidence of the life you're spending together.

"Love is knowing that you're going to mess up. That you're going to hurt her and get hurt but you love anyway because there are more good days than bad.

"That takes work. Marriage isn't hard, it's the most difficult thing I've ever done because it's so much easier to give up. To blame her for her faults and mine. To be sick of her, be jealous, impatient, spiteful—all those things. But in working at love, you receive the greatest gift—her love. And that kind of deep, mutual love isn't physical or chemical, it's so much more and it grows every single day.

"And that is just scraping the surface of how much I love your mother. So son, if you feel a fraction of that love for this girl, let's go shopping today, because while I love your mom a little more every day, I've always known that I would move heaven and earth to love her and be loved." It was probably the most serious and sensitive talk he'd ever had, but as Isaac looked up from his hands with a look of awe and understanding, he knew it was worth the vulnerability.

"Can I use your computer to fill out the application to SBU…" Isaac sighed, only to let his resignation turn to a coy smile.

A smile that he mirrored as he rose to get the laptop from his desk. "Of course my Big Man." He said as he passed the physical result of his love for his wife the computer and tousled his hair, followed by giving him a light smack to the cheek. "You start work tomorrow, Gus and I have a meeting with a client at nine a.m."

"I'll be there." Isaac replied as he began pulling up the application. Shawn smiled down at his son and turned to find his phone, he needed to hear Juliet's voice. "And Dad?" He stopped searching for the phone and turned back to the young man, "Thanks."

"You're welcome Punk. I love you."

"I love you too. Tell Mom I say hi and I'm moving back home."

"Gladly."