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Much of the rest of the morning was spent dancing to internet radio and shaking the limbs of congratulatory toys. When that was done, the two retired to the couch in the living room where Buzz had pulled out the Wii. For the next several hours Bo rested against Woody and they talked quietly, enjoying each other's company as Jessie challenged everyone to boxing and then bowling.

Finally, as Jessie got bored again and switched over to fishing, Woody looked out the window. "Honey, the sun's going down."

"It does feel like that time."

"Wanna call it a night?"

Bo smiled slyly. "Well, not entirely…"

Woody laughed sheepishly. Standing up, he stretched then walked to the edge of the cushion. Down below Jessie was whipping the remote back and forth as Buzz stood beside her watching her progress. "Come on, Cowgirl needs a King of the Pond…"

"Guys," he called. "We're kind of tired so we're gonna hit the hay all right?"

"OOOOOH…"

Woody yanked his hat down to hide his red face. "Shut up!"

Behind him Bo stood, balancing delicately on the overstuffed cushion as she laughed. "Some things never change."

Woody climbed down to the floor, then watched Bo descend after him, still holding her bouquet in one hand. "You good?"

"Of course."

With a smile he picked her up, cradling her in his arms. "Well then, shall we?"

"Just a second, Sugar. Turn me towards the TV." As he obliged, Bo called out, "Hey, Jessie!" The Cowgirl turned. "Catch!"

The Wii remote clattered to the floor as Bo's bouquet landed in her hands. As Woody carried her out of the living room archway, Bo waved over his shoulder with a mischievous grin. "Good luck, Buzz!"

"That was a pretty good throw," Woody complimented as he carried her down the hall.

"Well whenever she gets excited about scoring she yells and stomps her feet so it wasn't exactly hard to pin down where she was standing."

Woody grinned. "I wish you could have seen the look on her face. Buzz's too. Priceless."

"I imagine they'll have a lot to talk about," said Bo, craning backward so her face was toward him. She patted his cheek. "But tonight I want to focus on you."

They were at the master bedroom now and Woody pushed open the door with his shoulder. "Here we are. The Honeymoon Suite."

As he gently placed her on the floor, she turned and embraced him, placing light kisses up and down his jawline. In response he placed his arms around her hourglass waist and sighed, for once his anxious mind completely at peace. "Would it be too corny for me to talk about fate?"

"Mmm, I don't mind."

"Something…something brought back together, Bo." He held her tighter. "Something's giving us a second chance, whether it's fate, or destiny, or whatever you wanna call it, it led us back together."

Bo stopped kissing him and placed her head on his shoulder. In a low voice she murmured, "Back with you, with all our friends, with an owner who loves me, it's everything I could ever want." She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Almost."

Woody pulled her closer. "Bo…"

"It's okay. I've learned to accept it. I just wish that tonight, if only for tonight, I could see you." Her tiny white hand reached up and touched his cheek. It traveled across his face, her fingers caressing his eyes, curving around his nose, and brushing his mouth. "Of course," she said with a smile. "You're still the cutest Cowboy I've ever come across."

Woody let her continue to touch his face for a few more seconds before saying softly, "You do see me."

"What?"

"Bo, you've always seen me. Better than anyone. Even when I was at my worst, you still saw the good in me. You always believed I could be a better toy, a better man, a better friend. You never gave up on me. And for that, I'll always love you."

"Oh Woody…"

"'I see the moon, and she sees me.'" Woody caught her hand, pressing the back to his lips. "Come on, Bo. Let's go to bed."

The next morning dawned bright and sunny. Woody was smiling before he even opened his eyes. As he did, he could see bright yellow hair peeking out from under the bamboo comforter next to him. Leaning over he placed a kiss on top.

The comforter slipped down and Bo's face appeared atop the blanket. "Good morning, Sheriff Pride."

"Good morning, Mrs. Pride." He went to kiss her lips…

"I WANNA WATCH CARTOONS!" screamed a voice. Woody and Bo both jumped. Clomping footsteps reverberated down the hallway.

"SLOW DOWN!"

"JESSIE, WAIT FOR US!"

Woody groaned and fell back. Bo smiled. "Isn't it wonderful? Married less than a day and we're already hearing the pitter-patter of little feet!"

There was a crash. With a glare Woody sat up. Crawling out on his knees, he said, "I'm gonna go make those guys quiet down…"

Bo caught his arm. "Come on, Woody! Stay here with me!" She play pouted. "Please?"

For a moment he considered it. He was about to climb back under the covers when there was another crash. "Sorry Honey, duty calls." He gave her a peck on the forehead. "I'll be as quick as a jackalope."

Folding her arms she leaned back against the pillow. "You better."

In the living room, Woody found Jessie bouncing on the sofa. Buzz, Bullseye, Trixie, and Rex were with her. "Guys! Hey!" At the sound of his voice, they turned and looked at him. "I know the family won't be back until later tonight but it's still Sunday morning and people are still trying to…"

Suddenly Jessie let out a scream that made Woody nearly jump half a foot in the air. "WHAT? WHAT? For the love of Pete, what?"

She pointed at him. "You're naked!"

He stared at her dumbfounded. "I am not!"

"Yes you are!"

"Jessie you know darn well my clothes are sewn on my body!" he snapped. "I am not naked!"

Jessie grinned slyly and he instantly knew he was in for it. "You just woke up from your weddin' night, right?"

He gave her a look. "Yeah…"

"So," she said. "You're naked!"

"I am not naked!"

Trixie shrieked. "Woody's naked!"

"I am not!"

Bullseye hid his face behind his hooves as Rex waved his arms frantically. "Oh the indecency! Can someone cover my eyes?"

"Cut it out!" Woody shouted, red blush covering his entire face. "Buzz, say something!"

Buzz was sitting in the corner of the sofa. He looked at Woody, then paused. "Woody?"

"What?"

"Go put on some pants."

Woody sputtered. Then with a growl he turned and stalked out of the living room.

Back in the bedroom an irritated Woody flopped down next to Bo. "Welcome back."

"You won't believe those guys! I go out there and they start all accusing me of being naked!"

"Naked?"

"Yes, naked!" He folded his arms and grumbled, "I am not naked…"

Bo rolled over. "Wanna know one of the good things about being blind, Sheriff?"

"There are good things?"

"Just listen. I can't see you, so I get to make up how you look in my mind. Any way I want."

Woody mulled this over. "Can I look like Gene Kelly?"

"No. I can imagine you the way I want to and right now," she grinned at him. "I'm imagining you naked."

As she crawled up onto his chest, he laughed. Then he got serious. "Okay, but I'm not really naked, just so you know…"

"Oh shush…" She leaned in to kiss him.

Booming music began to blast from the living room. "SO STICK WITH US 'CAUSE PHINEAS AND FERB ARE GONNA DO IT ALL! SO STICK WITH US 'CAUSE PHINEAS AND FERB…"

Woody growled and started to sit up. "Oh no you don't!" Bo pushed his head back onto the pillow and pinned him with her lips.

Giving in, the Cowboy wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back.