DISCLAIMER: Meg Cabot owns all! But I own the plot.

Thanks for the reviews. I think there might be some fluff in here, but I dunno. It all depends one where my fingers lead me.

Jesse's POV

If I knew how much effort it took to make a fancy, romantic, dinner, I would not have done it. But Susannah is worth it, I conviced myself as I put the final touches on the Spagetti dinner.

Hearing the door open, and Susannah say "Sorry I'm late. The traffic out there is horri-", I walked out of the dining room to find Susannah speechless. That's when I wondered if the rose petals covering the floor, and the candles on every piece of furniture available, was a bit much. But, we just got engaged and I wanted to make tonight a romantic one.

I mean, not as romantic as engaging in any sort of, um, sexual activities. In 7 months, we'll have plenty of time to do that. But we should wait until marrige. That's the 19th century man in me.

"Oh, my God! Jesse, this is so beautiful!" She said as she took off her sandals and put down her purse and the movie she brought. She then continued. "I feel under dressed, now. I would have worn something nicer if I knew you had such a fancy night planned." Susannah walked over to me, looking more beautiful than ever, if at all possible. And all she had on was a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Nothing fancy, but she still looked wonderful. It must have been the candle light.

As we wrapped our arms around each other, our lips met, gently at first. But the kiss soon became more fierce as our tounges began entwining. I felt her hands begin to run though my hair as mine were rubbing her back. I pulled away to gaze into her deep emerald-green eyes. Running a hand along her soft, delicate, cheek, I said. "You look beautiful no matter what your wearing, Querida." I couldn't fight this deep urge to kiss her. And I did just that and gave he kisses starting from her ear and slowly moving to her collar bone. But something had to spoil the moment. I heard the unmistakable growling at the pit of mu stomach.

I pulled away as we both began laughing profusly. My cheeks were burning up from embaressment. Now I knew what Susannah felt like when ever she would begin to blush. She raised her hand and put it on my cheek, saying. "C'mon, I'm sure the food's getting cold."

Susannah's POV

I felt bad for the guy. I mean, here he was, making such a romantic evening for us and smack in the middle of an amazing makeout session (which, I'll admit, I wanted to go a little further than just kisses, even if they were great kisses) and he stomach growls. But I had to say, I was hungry too.

So there we were, sitting at the round dinner table. Did I mention that Jesse is the secondmost amazing cook on the flippin face of the earth? I mean, he's second after Andy, I must admit. But still, spagetti at it's finest. Anyway's, as we were eating, Jesse asked. "So, Querida, how do you feel about your mother's pregnancy."

Yeah, that kinda put a damper on things. "I dunno... I mean, I'm happy for her because she always said that she enjoyed her pregancy with me because she 'bonded' with me on some deep level. She would always complain because she never would be able to have another child. But it happened now that she's with Andy, even if it's a little late." I took a quick sip of my wine (yes, wine, I'm 21) and continued. "But It's kind of upsetting because she's having it at 46, and she won't be there for him or her for too long, ya know? Plus, it's just odd considering we won't share the same father. But Mom had to move on, and she deserves to be happy."

Yeah, I rambled on. But Jesse has slowly been able to decipher Suze-language. I'm proud of him, really. It's a difficult skill. "Querida, she's very happy. I could tell today. She was glowing. I don't think there was a moment when she didn't have a smile on her face." He told me. I couldn't help but smirk. He was right. I knew this was she wanted. Jesse didn't push the subject any more and asked. "What movie did you bring?"

"Oh, tonight you will get you wedding lesson. I brought The Wedding Planner. It's kinda sappy but it covers most of the things involved in weddings, so I figured we should watch it." I told him, before we continued eating.

Once we finished eating and washing the dishes, we settled down into the couch and played the DVD. I snuggled up to Jesse, both of us piging out on Girl Scout Cookies (I love those ones with the coconut on top). I pointed out the main wedding details and such, hoping he was catching on to the madness that weddings have been turned into over the 20th/21st century.

Once J.Lo left the screen, I finally remembered. "Oh, before I forget, be sure your off work Friday at 4:00 because Mom set up the meeting with that wedding planner, Abigail-something." I told him. He nodded.

"That works." He said briefly. About 2 seconds later, I realized why his answer was short. We started another classic makeout session.

Jesse covered my lips with his, and at some point in the frenching, I was laying down on the couch. My hands explored his 6-pack of a chest as one of his hands cradles the back of my neck and the other one was somewhere around the waistband of my jeans. This continued for about, oh,10 minutes or so. Eventually, his hand grew dangerously close to my bra.

Oh my God, just take it off. I found myself thinking. This always happens. We get close to doing a little more than making out, and he pulls away, apoligising. Seriously, you would think it would be different now that we were engaged, but no.

"I'm sorry, Querida." He said, hisbreath a little ragged, as hegot off me. ARRRRGGG! I screamed inwardly. Why does he do that! Before I could catch myself, I let out a frustrated sigh.

"Is everything alright?"Jesse asked me.

That's when I decided to rant. I went on about how much I hate when the makeout sessions end. I went on about how much I loathe when he appoligizes, like I don't actually enjoy when we go further than when we last kissed. I didn't shut up until I was interupted. Oh, no. Not by Jesse. It was someone who I hadn't seen in a really long time.

"Suze?" I gasp escaped my lips when I looked up at Tad Beaumont. Because he was...

Glowing.

MUAHAHAHA! Cliffy!

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