The Cohen's have finally settled down to have dinner. They're eating in silence. Seth eyed everyone across the table and then decided to break the silence.

"That was fun. I mean that---- that brought back memories." Seth started.

"Seth." Kirsten warned.

"Well except Ryan was doing the hitting." Seth continued.

"Seth." Ryan tried to silence him.

"And there was more running." Seth kept going.

"Seth!" Sandy said fed up.

Seth shrugged. "What! I just thought it was fun. I haven't seen a punch in---- well it seems like forever." Seth reminisced in him mind.

"He had it coming." Sandy said quietly.

"You were right. He didn't leave." Kirsten offered.

"He better be leaving now. And if he doesn't----- Oh I'll-------." Sandy sighs. "Let's just talk about something else."

"Like what? This is the most interesting thing to happen since---" Seth began.

Kirsten spoke dryly knowing this would get Seth diverted from the previous events. "Any new comic books come out?"

"Well since you asked -----" Seth began to ramble.

Sandy and Kirsten are cleaning up from dinner. The boys are leaving and yell their goodbyes. Sandy and Kirsten say goodbye and then go back to the contemplative silence. Sandy is finishing up the dishes.

"I haven't seen you that angry since Seth dropped the vase that had Aunt Harriet's ashes in it." Kirsten said.

"Well a 15-year-old should be able to be trusted w/ a vase." Sandy stated.

Kirsten smiles sweetly at Sandy and moves closer to him. She stands beside him. He's scrubbing a dish.

"I just can't believe he would do that. If I ever see him again-----" Sandy started.

Kirsten interrupted him. "Hopefully you'll never have to." She said as she cupped his right cheek in her hand. He looked into her eyes. She left a small kiss on his lips.

"Yeah." Sandy said softly. Then finished up the silverware and started up the dishwasher.

"Let's watch TV." Kirsten proposed.

"Yeah." Sandy replied, gladly accepting relaxation from the previous events.

Sandy was the first to sit on the couch. Kirsten stayed standing. He looked up at her, confused.

"Lay down." She told him. He complied still slightly confused. She then laid on top of him, her head on his chest. He put his hand on her back as she slid her arms around his body so she was hugging him. She wiggles her foot so that their legs are tangled w/ each other. He picked up the remote and turned the TV on. Neither one was really concentrating on the television. She can hear his heartbeat. The steady beating in her ears she closes her eyes and the beating repeats in her head. Sandy can feel her heartbeat on his body. It begins to echo through his entire body. He begins to stroke her hair. Kirsten lets out a sigh, making Sandy smile. He then closes his eyes. They both feel as if they are one. They fall asleep with each other.

Seth and Ryan enter the house, making their way to the pool house. They see Sandy and Kirsten asleep still lying together. Seth makes the quiet signal w/ his pointer finger over his lip. His eyes are wide.

"SHHHHHHHHH!" He hisses loudly, then creeps off to the pool house.

Ryan turns off the TV and then looks to make sure no one is watching as he covers the couple up w/ a blanket lying on the side of the couch. He walks to the pool house.

Once they're in the pool house Seth starts talking right away. "Why do they do that on the couch? I sit on that couch." He groaned in exasperation.

"At least your parents love each other." Ryan stated solemnly.

"I'm sorry. My bad man." Seth said realizing how insensitive he had just been.

"Naw. It's okay. I turned out better this way." Ryan stated.

Sandy woke up first. He looked at the clock above the TV. 12:35. He looked down at his still slumbering wife. He didn't want to wake her but he didn't want her to possibly fall of the couch during the night. It could be potentially dangerous. Plus he was getting uncomfortable on that couch. Note to self: Get a better couch. He started to get up being sure to keep her safe in his arms. She whined groggily.

"Sandy?" She asked, half-asleep.

"Shh… It's okay, baby. We're just going to our bed." Sandy whispered.

"Okay." She wrapped her legs around his waist and put her arms around his neck. She put her head down onto his chest. He started walking toward the stairs.

After a few seconds, "I love you, Sandy."

He smiled. He never got tired of that. "I love you, Kirsten." He started going up the stairs.

She decided she would play with him. "I love you more." She said her head still down and eyes still shut.

"No, I love you more."

"Nu-uh."

"Yu-huh." He whispered quietly.

"Nu-uh!" She retaliated.

"Yu---" He couldn't finish. She had shoved her lips onto his. He stopped at the space between the 'flights' of stairs to kiss her. He moaned lightly. Kirsten broke off the kiss and looked into his eyes. She gasped.

"Sandy…" She whispered.

"What is it?" He said worried.

"Aww… baby." She whimpered.

"What?" He asked.

"Your face." She whispered. She lightly stroked her fingertips over a small bruise on his face. He winced slightly and then looked up at her with those eyes that she loved. He started back up the stairs. She was still marveling at the little bruise.

"It's nothing compared to what he got." She said as they entered their bedroom. Sandy laid her down on the side of their bed. He stayed over her.

"Plus he doesn't have you to kiss his pain away." Sandy said as he leaned down and kisses her deeply.

"Does it hurt?" She asked as she leaned up and kissed it. He decided it was time for him to play w/ her.

"Not nearly as much as it does above my eye." He told her. She kissed the place he was referring to. "Or my nose." She kissed his nose. "Or my chin." She kissed his chin. "Or my neck." She kissed his neck.

"Did he hit you anywhere else?" She asked as she pulled on his shirt. He smiled at her.

"Oh yeah. All over." He told her. She pulled the shirt off over his head and started to kiss his chest and stomach. Sandy closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of her lips on his skin. She came back up and found his lips. She pulled apart from him and looked into his eyes, seeing the bruise again. She frowned.

"Does it really hurt?" She asked him.

"Not to bad." He responded.

"You didn't have to do that. Get yourself hurt." She said feeling guilty.

"Baby, I'd do anything for you, no matter what the consequence." Sandy told her. Kirsten looked at him in wonder. How did he always say the right thing? She put her hands to him face and pulled him down over her. Their lips met in deep, passionate kisses. His hands wandered over her body. Their "I love you's" reverberated between to one another all night long. Sometimes they said it, sometimes they showed it. But it was there. Kirsten eventually fell asleep in Sandy's arms, where she wanted and needed to be.