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The rest of the wedding festivities went smoothly and before long the two couples were on their way to separate honeymoon locales. The Hardys' were heading to the scenic French Rivera. While the Irvines' had chosen a closer destination: New Orleans, Louisiana. After a wonder-filled week of exploring the historic city, the Irvines' returned to their home in Florida.

They arrived back in Florida the following Sunday and Chris ushered Lori inside to wait while he unpacked the car.

"There...that's the last one," He breathed setting down the heavy bag on their newly-shared bed. Exhaustedly, he sat down abruptly on the edge of the mattress. Lori handed him a glass of ice water and sat down beside him. The thoughts of the past two weeks spun in her head as she sat there.

"Penny for 'em?" Chris eyed her questioningly.

"I can't believe I'm married," Lori smiled as she tried to explain.

Chris chuckled softly and gave her a one-armed squeeze because of the glass he was holding. "Hope you not regretting anything," He joked.

"Not for the world, Chris, not for the world." Lori replied simply.

"Good," Chris sighed happily as Angel chose that moment to stalk into the room. He'd never really taken to Chris even after all this time. They figured it was attributed to a severe case of jealousy.

He meowed loudly, voicing his disapproval of the current situation.

"Sorry buddy," Chris told him cheekily; "She's sleeping with me from now on."

As if in an answer, the cat promptly jumped onto Chris's side of the bed and laid down on his pillow. He gave Chris a scathing look as if daring Chris to remove him from that spot.

"Darn cat," Chris chuckled good-naturedly; "Guess he'll be sleeping there when

I'm away won't he?"

"Yep," Lori laughed. "And maybe when you're home as well."

"We'll just see about that won't we," Chris snickered. "A good can of tuna will get him to move."

Three days later, the morning of Chris's departure arrived all too quickly....

"OK, now you have my number right," Chris asked Lori for the what seemed like the tenth time.

"Yes Chris, and I have Lana's;" Lori told him while shaking her head in exasperation; "I promise I'll call if I need anything."

"I'm sorry," Chris blushed slightly, "I guess I'm just worried with everything that has happened so far."

"I'll be fine, Chris," Lori told him firmly. "Now, you'd better go; you're going to miss your flight."

"OK, goodbye," He smiled and then swept her into and passionate farewell kiss reminiscant of a scene from Gone With the Wind.

"Bye," Lori blinked away tears when he released her. "See you soon."

Lori watched until his car disappeared from sight and then slowly walked back into the house. Angel sensing her sadness rushed to meet her. Stooping over, she picked him up and cradled his soft body lovingly.

"Hello baby," She cooed as she stroked his fur thoughtfully; "You're my little buddy aren't you?"

A little while later, on the airplane Chris was getting settled for the long flight to Europe.

"Hey Chris!" Greeted a familiar voice cheerfully.

"Hey," Chris returned with an easy smile.

"How was New Orleans?" Jason asked.

"Nice man," Chris answered then admitted. "But the week went by too quickly."

"I'll bet," Jason chuckled; "Hey listen, I've got this idea for an angle we could do. I wanted to run it by you and see what you thought."

"OK," Chris shrugged indifferently; "Fire away."