Acapulco, Mexico

"We miss you too darling… yes, yes… ok, we'll talk again tomorrow… yes, bye bye… have a good sleep." Saying goodnight to Charlie, Jenna handed the phone over to Bobby. "We'll see you soon… ok, goodbye." Thanking Sue Ellen a final time, she set the phone back down on the nightstand, hanging up.

Standing behind her, his hands on her shoulders, Bobby confirmed what she thought.

"She sounds good."

"I think it helps being around people she knows."

They'd been gone four days and she missed her daughter, but she didn't doubt she would be just fine, nor did she wish to be back home in Dallas too soon to check on things herself.

"It should be a smooth enough transition to living at Southfork then."

"I've been meaning to discuss that with you."

"What?"

Turning around, she kissed him softly and then walked out onto the balcony of their suite, waiting for him to follow before continuing.

"Southfork; are you set on living there?"

"I…"

Seemingly caught off guard by her question, he didn't immediately have an answer for her, which was fine, because she had more to say.

"It's not that I don't like Southfork, I just wonder whether it's really necessary to live there."

"Is living at Southfork going to be an issue for us?"

Appearing uncomfortable, he looked at her and then stared out at the bay.

"I didn't say that."

She didn't mind living at Southfork, she was just trying to gauge whether it was really necessary or not. Had their lives been different she might have suggested they live in her family home, but as life was, JR and Sue Ellen had gotten there before them and as much as she liked getting exactly what she wanted, she wasn't willing to ruin a good friendship by asking them to give up what was now their family home.

"No, but…"

"But what?"

Aware that he still hadn't answered the question, she was curious as to why.

"Pam wasn't keen on it."

Silent, she thought about the past few days. They'd started afresh but occasionally bits and pieces of information seemed to slip out of his mouth. Her first marriage wasn't one she cared to think back on, but apparently his was. He hadn't taken her as his second wife entirely by choice but by circumstance too, and that was quite obvious at times like this.

"I'm sorry, I just… Southfork is my home."

Incapable of waiting in silence for her to think and respond, he spoke again, over explaining himself without giving her any important information. She knew Southfork was his home, all she wanted to know was whether he felt strongly about it being their home.

"You own another home, my home."

Charlie had settled at her new school and she'd hate to move her again, but if she needed to then she would.

"You want us to live there together?"

Sounding genuinely surprised, it was obvious that the idea of him making a move to fit into her life had never occurred to him.

She could be selfish and spoiled, she knew that, but she was beginning to realise that he shared the same personality traits if pushed in the wrong direction.

"It doesn't have to be there."

"Just somewhere of our own?"

Looking like he was warming up to the idea, Bobby asked for her thoughts.

"It would be nice, don't you think?"

They could rent her home furnished if they wanted, it was a complete home now, fit for a family, but if he wished to live elsewhere, they could.

"I agree, and I'd consider it, but there's a lot tying me to Southfork."

Explaining himself a little, he still didn't give her very much to work with.

"Memories? Traditions?"

"And daddy and Lucy. Mama's gone and I'd feel bad leaving them there by themselves."

Hearing him say it, it made sense, and she felt awful that it hadn't occurred to her. Southfork was a large home, it was meant to house a family, not just two people, which would be the case if Bobby left to live with her and Charlie.

"I'm sorry, I didn't even think about that."

"I'd like to raise our family there, but if it's going to cause strain in our marriage I'd reconsider."

Referring to their family, he reminded her of Charlie; she loved Southfork, she loved the land, the horses, and the people, and she'd be very happy to call it her own.

Shaking her head, she reassured him, "no immediate strain."

"You're sure?"

Placing a light kiss on her forehead, his tone was softer and more concerned. He had what he wanted but now he needed to make sure he hadn't pushed her into it.

"Southfork was practically my second home growing up anyway, I feel comfortable there; I just thought we might want some privacy."

Running her hand up his chest, she reassured him but reminded him too that they were newlyweds, ones who had a very involved relationship.

"Daddy and Lucy are down the other end of the hall, Charlie will be too."

"Good", leaning up, she kissed him, a thought occurring to her as she did. "Do you think perhaps we might be able to swap our bedroom for another of the vacant rooms?"

"We can, but why?"

"Pam."

Not needing to over explain why she didn't care to share the same marital bed or bedroom he'd had with his first wife, she left it at one word.

"Consider it done."

Brushing a loose hair off her face, he kissed her again, this time things feeling much better between them.

"I'm glad we agreed on this, Southfork is the most convenient place to live considering I work on the ranch."

Justifying the decision, his comment made her laugh.

"Do you actually work anymore?"

Looking offended, which hadn't been her intention, he asked, "what sort of question is that?"

"Well, you never seem to be at work."

Explaining herself, she couldn't believe it wasn't obvious to him. They were away on their honeymoon now and she doubted he'd cleared the dates with Jock or Ray, but even before that, she'd been in town for months and he'd been able to take off to assist her with whatever she needed or wanted him to do whenever she wanted it done. He might technically have a job, he might even be pulling a salary and a share of the profits, but he wasn't working.

Frowning, he responded, "of course I work. I have to to support my new family."

Not wanting to ruin their evening, she let it go. "Yes, you do."

Standing on her tiptoes, wearing no shoes, as she hadn't finished dressing for their evening out, she leaned up and kissed him. She was happy, happy to be his wife, happy with the decision to stay at Southfork, and happy that he seemed to be serious about supporting their family.

To be continued…