June 8th, 2002

Sara and Derek had enjoyed the past two weeks in their own home. They had gotten the apartment to look so wonderful despite their lack of money. But they didn't care. Everything here was their own. This was their own place. Sara ran a brush through her long blond hair as Derek watched her.

"Are there any clubs around here worth going to?" he asked.

"Yeah. The Jersey is great. They play great music." Sara said, "I go there to get my hip hop fix." Derek grinned.

"Is it slammin'?" He smirked. Sara looked at him and chuckled.

"It's slammin'. You want to go?" She asked. Derek nodded.

"Get in your sluttiest outfit and we'll show them how Chicago rocks." He said. Sara laughed as she arched her eyebrow.

"All right. I have slut wear." Sara walked into the bedroom.

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The music's beat pumped through the floor. The energy was running high. People were jumping to the music. People were singing and laughing. The atmosphere here was great.

"This is so great!!!" Derek yelled as he led Sara in.

"I told you." She chuckled, "Come on to the dance floor." Derek kissed her hand as they pushed their way to the dance floor.

"I've missed dancing with you, Sara." He said. She nodded.

"Me too." Sara kissed him quickly before the beat started to over take her body. Her hips smashed into Derek's as he grabbed her waist.

"So beautiful." He whispered moving with her. Sara smiled.

"So handsome." She winked, spinning around. She pressed her rear into his hips as they moved. Derek couldn't help but to groan. Sara laughed as she moved against him a little bit harder. This was her element. Dancing. She adored it.

"Are we going to be doing this until we're old and grey?" Derek asked her. Sara nodded.

"We'll be dancing with walkers if we have to." She said.

"Let's go get a drink." Derek took Sara's hand, "I'm thirty."

"Okay." Sara smiled as Derek led her to the bar.

"Two Coors drafts." He said. Sara got up on the barstool.

"So, what do you think of the club?" Sara asked.

"It's pretty cool. The DJ is no Snookie, but he'll do." He said.

"There is only one Snookie." Sara said picking up her beer. Derek watched her as she sipped her beer. She made a simple task look completely sexy. Derek smiled softly. God, he loved this woman. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

June 22nd, 2002

Sara closed her eyes as the hot water of the bath engulfed her. She loved bubble baths. Derek walked into the bathroom and smiled.

"Looking nice surrounded in bubbles, Baby." He said.

"Why thank you, Darling." She held up a sponge. "Make yourself useful." Derek chuckled as he began to wash her back. "Do you think about our future anything?" Derek nodded.

"All the time." He said. Sara looked at him with a smile.

"Yeah? What about it?" She asked him. Derek flashed her his dimples.

"I think how gorgeous you're going to look in a white dress walking down the aisle to me. I try to picture our kids. We're going to have three I hope you know." He said. Sara chuckled.

"Three is fine." She closed her eyes.

"Two girls and one boy is what I want." He said, "One girl and the boy will be dancers and the other girl will be a doctor."

"Lord, do you have their names picked out already?" Sara asked.

"I know I want one to be named Lillian, but no I haven't thought about that yet really." Derek said. Sara smiled.

"I like Lillian." Sara said, "You're so funny, but I want what you want too. It sounds great doesn't it." Derek nodded.

"Yeah. Maybe we can start thinking about it soon." Derek said.

"You mean like kids or marriage?" Sara asked him.

"Both." Derek said getting the suds off of her back.

"Oh." Sara said.

"I'm ready if you're ready." Derek said. Sara bit her lip.

"Well, I ah…I would love to get married, but the kid thing…I would like to wait a little longer." Sara said, "I cant exactly be a ballerina while pregnant. I would like to finish some school."

"I understand and that's cool." Derek smiled. "Maybe in six years?" Sara grinned.

"Yeah. Six years sound good." She said glancing at him, "But we can get married before then of course." Derek winked.

"Of course." He grabbed a towel for her. "Dry off Miss Johnson." Sara raised her arms up and Greg wrapped the towel around her.

"Aw! You're so kind to me, Greg." She said to him.

"I have every reason to be." Greg took her hand, "You're a grade A woman."

"AN A plus?" She asked walked out to their bedroom.

"Plus plus." He said watching her, "So, you really do want to get married?" Sara nodded as she went to her underwear draw.

"Of course." She said. "Its not like we're going to get married tomorrow, but I would love to marry you. You treat me right."

"And I always will." He said, "When would you like to get married?" Sara chuckled softly.

"When you buy me a ring and get down on one knee." She smiled. Derek nodded.

"I will keep that in mind." He said. Sara threw her arms around his neck. She kissed him softly.

"I love you, Derek." She said. Derek rubbed her back.

"I love you too, Baby." He said. He was so glad that they had talked about family and marriage even if it was only for a few minutes. It was something that had to get out in the open.

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