A/N: I don't own any character's in this story other than the Taylor family.

Chapter 9

Bobby and Jon were laying on loungers by the pool, soaking up the sun. Bobby had to admit, he never felt more home, with Tara as his wife, Chloe his daughter – plus he never had to change any disgusting diapers or wake up in the middle of the night every night – he was in a beautiful place where it was summer all year round. All it was missing were his friends back in D.C. He took a sip of his iced tea.

"So, Bobby, you like it here in sunny California?" Jon asked him.

"That I do, mate, that I do." Bobby said. "I heard the neighbors weren't that terrible either. Is it true?" he joked.

"Yep, there the best."

The children's laughs coming from the sandbox filled Bobby's ears like a choir of angels voices. "Don't you just love having children around?"

"Most of the time. They can be a handful, but the other times are definitely worth all the dirty diapers."

"You bet," Bobby said pretending to know what he was talking about.

"Hey, you know if you ever need anything, just come on over, we're the house right across from you."

"Yeah, thanks mate. I really appreciate that. And you know it's a two way street, just let us know if we can help with anything."

"Deal."

Tara searched the drawers in the kitchen, flinging them open and slamming them shut. Of all the things they got us, thee F.B.I. couldn't by a cookbook! "Ugh, I don't know what happened to them!"

Michelle closed another drawer. "This is why I hate moving companies."

"Tell me about it." She leaned against the counter. "I'll go ask Bobby." Michelle nodded and continued searching. She opened the door. She shook her head when she saw the men. She walked up to Bobby and stood over him. "Bobby."

He opened his eyes, "Hey, you're blocking my sun," he complained.

"Good, you're going to get a farmer's tan. Anyways, do you know where our cookbooks are by any chance?"

"Nope. Why?"

"I invited Michelle and Jonathan to stay for lunch but I can't find the books." Tara put her hands on her hips.

"No worries, love, I'll barbeque."

"You will?" Bobby barbeques?

"Sure, if you don't mind cleaning up the dishes."

"As long as we have food to give to our guests." Tara said, "Well, chop-chop, we don't have all day."

She reentered the kitchen, Michelle was slumped on the chair by the island with a frown on her face. "I couldn't find them anywhere, sorry."

"No problem, Bobby offered to barbeque."

"Oh yeah? What's the catch?"

"I have to clean up."

"Small price to pay for free lunch."

A little while later they were sitting at the table outside, enjoying a delicious meal.

"Mmm, Bobby, this is really good." Michelle complimented.

"Thank you, sheila." Bobby said with a smile.

"So, tell, me how did you two meet?"

"Bobby spilt coffee on me." Tara answered. "Might I add that it was really hot."

"Where did this happen?"

"Just on the sidewalk." "In the mall." They said at the same time. The other couple looked at each other. Tara cleared her throat, "Well, on the sidewalk outside the mall."

"Oh," Michelle said, "Jon likes to tell people that I asked him out."

"It was only one time," he corrected, embarrassed. "You should hear some of the things Michelle comes up with."

The adults laughed; Michael and Chloe were having their own hushed conversation. Tara asked them, "What are you two whispering about?"

"Nothing!" They answered in unison.

Tara smirked and shook her head. "So, how did you two really meet?"

"We were both on the same plane going to Italy and we were in the jet, ready to take off but Jon was sitting in my seat. I asked him to move, he said no-"

"Can I add that the only other seat was next to a five hundred pound eighty year old, drooling and snoring, except for the other one next to me."

"Might I add that I thought he was an arrogant jerk, so I didn't really want to sit next to him, plus, I had the window seat. Anyways, he said no, so I asked again, of course, Jon being his stubborn self he said no. Finally I told him to move."

"More like yelled."

"He didn't, and we were attracting attention so I walked over to the old geezer and politely asked him if he could do me a favor and sit in the other empty seat. He said yes, so, I didn't get my seat, but Jon had to listen to his snoring the whole flight."

Bobby and Tara looked at the couple. Tara finally said, "And you two got married?"

"Yep, other than that it's pretty much an average story, not worth telling." Jon said, he quickly realized what he said and turned to his wife, "but it was worth living."

Michelle glared at him and shook her head. "Idiot," she muttered to herself, causing Bobby and Tara to laugh.

A/N: Hey everyone! Just to let you know, there will be a part four in this series if all goes well! Thanks for reading my fic!