Linda Reagan smiled as she dialed her husband's number. She hummed as she looked at her recently painted nails.

"Hey, babe." Danny Reagan smiled as he answered his phone.

"And how'd you know it was me?"

"Because for the last two days you have called me at 11:15, saying, 'don't forget our anniversary's coming'. Babe, it's our first one! I ain't gonna forget."

"Well, as long as you 'ain't gonna forget'. When will you be home?"

"Round six. Don't worry, I'm on desk duty all day."

"Modified?"

"Yup. All because I called the perp a dirty name." Danny rolled his eyes, smiling when Linda laughed.

"If it keeps you on time, then I'm all for it."

"Alright, I gotta get back to work. Love ya."

"Love you more."

"Love you most." Danny hung up, smiling. There was no way he was going to miss his first wedding anniversary— how careless did his wife think he was?

Linda was mad as she looked through the fridge. "How can we have a romantic dinner when all we have is leftover spaghetti, pretzels, and apple sauce?"

Her brother in law, Joe, laughed. "That's all you have?"

"We don't get paid till next week."

"Can I use your phone?"

"Yessir, right in there." She pointed into the living room.

"Thanks."

"Who you gonna call?"

"Ghostbusters."

"Ask 'em if they can send over champagne!"

Joe laughed, and under his breath whispered, "you'll get that champagne."

Danny came home with a bottle of good champagne in his hand. He smiled widely as he locked the door behind him. "Linda!" He sang out, looking at the candles lit everywhere.

She appeared in a sexy little black dress. "Hello, handsome."

"Wow. Where'd ya get that?!"

Linda laughed and kissed him. "My sister gave it to me as a wedding gift."

"Wacky Wendy sent you something useful?"

"Oh, Danny. She's not wacky... where'd ya get the champagne?" She took it from him. "Ooh. This is good stuff. Did ya rib off a liquor store?"

"No. An aspiring attorney came into the precinct and gave it to me for our anniversary."

"This attorney... she wouldn't happen to have your last name, would she?"

"Yes, she would. She said Joe called and told her we couldn't afford it. So she, Joe, Goodie Two Shoes, Mom and Dad... they all chipped in."

"We gotta thank them." Linda headed into the kitchen.

"What's for dinner?"

"Cold spaghetti, pretzels, and apple sauce."

"Why cold spaghetti?"

Linda sighed as she placed the champagne on the counter. "They shit off our power, Danny."

He sighed, "we'll figure it out. I promise." He kissed her neck. "But not today. Let's eat."

Half way through dinner, the doorbell rang.

Furrowing her brow, Linda looked at Danny. "Who's that?"

"I dunno," he shrugged. "Lemme see." He got up and walked to the door. Pretending to be surprised, he said, "oh! Thank you!" Whispering to his Dad, he said, "you're a life saver, Dad. I'll make it up to you."

"No worries." Frank smiled. "Now go back to your wife."

Danny smiled and went back to Linda with the delivery. "Look what came." He held up the big box wrapped in red paper and a white ribbon.

"What is it?"

"Open it."

Linda took the package and unwrapped it. She grinned from ear to ear, "chocolate covered strawberries?! Danny, you shouldn't have!!" She hugged him and kissed him fervently.

"Hmm, whaddaya say we skip the rest of dinner and take the strawberries and champagne to the bedroom." He nibbled on her neck.

"I'd say 'I'm right behind you, Mr. Reagan." She smiled widely as Danny grabbed the champagne. "Danny?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

He smiled over his shoulder, "I love you more."

"I'll love you most."

"I'll show you who loves who the most." He smirked and grabbed her hand, nearly dragging her into the bedroom.

Her laughter filled the small apartment, while her heart swelled with love for her husband.