Sandy had a long day at work. "Dealing with the rich and dysfunctional was extremely time consuming," he had always said. Today was no exception. He wondered if Kirsten was home, he thought to himself as he pulled up into the driveway. He saw the familiar range rover sitting in front of the house and pulled up next to him. Opening the door, he could hear the ordinary banter between Seth and Kirsten. He was sure Ryan was also present, but he obviously wasn't very talkative- as usual.

"I'm home," he said, shutting the door behind him. "Hey dad." "Hey Sandy." Seth and Ryan called, not moving from where they were. Kirsten came through the doorway of the kitchen to greet her husband.

"Hey honey!" she said, opening her arms to him, and embracing husband. She planted a kiss on his cheek, and a lingering one on his lips.

"Well hello." he said with a chuckle.

"Hi." she gave him her sexiest smile- it made him melt like butter on popcorn.

"How was your day?" she began, giving him a hug, and with his arm around her waist, they walked together into the kitchen to see Seth and Ryan talking. Well, Seth talking to Ryan who may or may not have been listening.

"Fine. Tired though. How about you?"

"Same. I'm practically ready for bed." She said with a yawn and a smile. She looked as if she was tired, but Sandy knew what she really meant. Seth did not catch on to that one thankfully.

"How about we go for a walk?" Sandy asked.

"Kay. Let me just grab a sweater. We'll be back in a few minutes boys." Kirsten replied. The boys mumbled their response of ok or sure, that was not completely understandable, and Kirsten took Sandy's hand and led him to the front door, grabbing her sweater off the hook. They walked out the door and down the path to the beach. The last scratches of the sunset were draining from the sky leaving the ocean below a dark blue with the color of wine mixed together as the waves crashed carelessly across the shore. They walked down the stretch of sand, hand in hand, her head on his shoulder. Occasionally he would turn to face her, and taking her other hand, feeling the passion between them linger in the air they shared. He pulled away, turning to face her. She smiled back at him, tilting her head to the side, and her blue eyes sparkling back at him. He tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, never pulling his gaze out of her eyes.

"I love you," he told her. She cupped his face with her hands, kissing him. He wrapped his arms around her, finding her lower back. They swayed side to side, never coming apart, and he lifted her up, and spun her around. When they finally broke apart, she leaned her forehead into his, so their noses grazed.

"I love you too."

Their eyes met again, and soon their lips again. Her hands wandered through his hair, and his affectionately rubbed up and down her back. How many times had they done this? Kiss, touch each other, say 'I love you' to each other. It was so common that it was like breathing- second nature. The beach part was symbolic for them too. When they met, their first date, their first kiss, the first I love you, when Sandy proposed, and their wedding- all took place at a beach of some sort. Now they still came down here often just to be together and get lost in memory lane and kisses. Everything was flooding back to them. They thought back to the first time they met. It was a party of some sort- it had to be.
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Sandy had been bored all night. None of these California girls had any interest in him- nor did he have any interest in them. He stood next to the spiked punchbowl most of the night, and looked down at the drink he held in the red plastic cup. He swirled it around before drowning the rest of it. He let out a sigh, and scanned the vicinity. The beach was crowded still, and it was twilight. There were couples dancing, making out, and people talking and drinking together. Sandy stood there all by himself. Over toward the beach house a little bit, stood this beautiful girl. She looked like this statue of a goddess that never sinned. She was a gorgeous blond with these spectacular blue eyes- and just between that second of contact that they held with Sandy's he could tell they were thinking the same thing. It was as if they both knew a little bit more than everyone else that was at the party. He mustered up the courage to ask her to dance, and decided to march right over there. Now all he had to do was make his feet move. He made his way over to her, with a zillion butterflies in his stomach. He flashed his goofy smile at her and held out his hand.
" Hi. I'm Sandy Cohen. Want to dance"

"You've been staring at me 20 minutes. I was wondering when you'd ask." Kirsten replied taking his hand and leading him over toward the other couples. Sandy blushed.

"I'm Kirsten Nichol. Where are you from?" She began as she wrapped her arms around him and they begun to dance. They stayed together the whole party moving

closer and closer together with each new song. By the end of the night, her head was on his shoulder, and he pulled her tight against his body. When they were about to leave he asked her out.

"Umm- I was wondering if I can see you again?" he asked shyly.

"I'd like that. Here's my number." She handed him a small bit of paper with a name and number scribbled on it. With that, she crawled into the driver's side of her Mercedes and pulled out of the parking lot. Sandy spun around and pulled a Tiger Wood's "yes!" and then immediately ran his hands through his hair inconspicuously incase anyone saw him. He walked away as if everything was normal, but knowing nothing would ever be the same.

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Kirsten thought back to their first date. She remembered being this nervous wreck. Sandy had called her the next day to ask her out.

They arranged a date for Friday night, and ended up talking on the phone for hours- about their pasts- families and exes. Their childhoods, school, friends, religion, politics, their favorite flavor of ice cream- everything.

Friday rolled around, and Kirsten was less nervous just because they had talked on the phone for so long, but Sandy was a wreck. He liked this girl so much- and knowing her background, he knew that she could have any person in the whole world.

They hadmade plans to go to the beach and just get some food at the pier. After eating at a little picnic table, and Sandy chasing some seagulls- which made Kirsten, laugh uncontrollably- they made their way down the beach.

Kirsten held her shoes in one hand and Sandy's hand in the other. They interlocked fingers and the sun went down. There was a slight breeze, pushing Kirsten's hair behind her. Sandy carefully tucked that same stray piece of hair behind her ear, and leaned in to kiss her. She smiled, and accepted their first kiss. She soon discovered he was a great kisser. It was so romantic, and passionate. He did not want to stop. He felt so close to this beautiful person, and he never wanted to have to experience a distance.
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They had been dating for a few months now. They were so in love with each other, but afraid to admit it. Sandy knew that he wanted to end up with Kirsten.

He didn't know how she felt though. One night he lead her to the beach again- holding her hand, he leaned down to kiss her, and she welcomed his lips, and wrapped her arms around him.

He broke away from her, and stared deep into her eyes, and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her again. She buried her head into his shoulder.

"I love you." He whispered for the first time to her. She lifted her head up to meet his gaze and smiled.

"I love you too." He smiled, knowing that she meant it. They found each other's lips again, allowing themselves to become caught up in the moment.

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Kirsten and Sandy walked a little further down the beach, and now it was dark.

They had been gone from home about a half hour- but she doubted the boys were worried at home. He held her left hand in his, and he played with her wedding rings.

She loved it when he did that. It was as if he was claiming is prize of having Kirsten as his forever. He did that the night that he proposed to her, and again on their wedding day.

It was a habit that had stayed with them for over twenty years.

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Kirsten and Sandy had been dating for the past few years and they would both be graduating Berkeley in a month.Tonight they were taking another walk on the beach as they often did as the sun sank down into the water. Holding hands and stopping to kiss occasionally, they made their way down the stretch of beach to a little rock. That leaned out against the crashing tide. Sandy climbed up onto it, and then helped Kirsten up next to him. He stared out into the horizon as he spoke to her, holding her in his arms.

"You know if I had to define the perfect person- I could do it in 7 letters"

"Hmm." said Kirsten- rather confused.

"K-I-R-S-T-E-N" She started to laugh, and wrapped her arms tighter around him, burying her head in his shoulder.

"I love you." She whispered softly.

"I love you too." He lifted her chin up to meet his gaze and kissed her softly on the lips. Kirsten remembered it as the most romantic moment of her life- but nothing compared to what would come next.

Sandy lifted her up in his arms, and jumped off the rock, carrying her onto the beach. He stood her up, and wrapped his arms around her kissing her again, swaying her from side to side.

"Kirsten I mean this when I say it. You are perfect. The kind of perfect for me where if I ever let you go then I will have screwed up my entire life. I need you." He got down on one knee.

"Make me the happiest man alive. Marry me." With that, he pulled out a small jewelry box, and opened it, revealing an engagement ring. From the moment he got down on one knee, Kirsten's heart was throbbing out of her chest. She was not quite sure if she was breathing.

"YES YES! Of course! Sandy!" she shrieked, pulling him up to her, and kissing him with the most passion that she had ever felt for him. They broke apart, and hugged, never wanting to let go. He backed away from her, and held out the box. He removed the ring from its cushion, and she held out her left hand, waiting for him to place the diamond on it. Slowly, he slid up the platinum up her finger, and watched her face light up. He held her hand and started to play with the rings.

"Oh my god Sandy." she breathed. "It's beautiful. How did you know that I wanted this ring? How did you know my size?"

"I called your mom. She said that she knew what ring you wanted- and your size. We went and got it together when I flew down there a few weeks ago"

"You mean you planned all this"

"I needed it to be perfect"

"Sandy I would have said yes anyway- its not how you proposed- but the fact that were getting married!"

"I know- but I wanted you to remember this forever- and I wanted it to be perfect." He kissed her again. "Just like you"

"I love you so much"

"I love you too"
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6 months later, they said their vows, and became man and wife. Of course, Caleb was not there, but Kirsten did not walk down the isle feeling alone. She knew that in a few minutes, she would be in her intended place- Sandy's arms. Not just as his girlfriend, or fiancé, but as his wife- the two of them against the world- forever.

She took her place at the alter next to him, and he held her hand. God, she was beautiful, with her blond hair falling around her face, framing her delicate bone structure and piercing blue eyes. She wore her mother's dress, and it showed off her perfect figure. His eyes gazed up and down her body every so often, wanting to hold her in his arms. She squeezed his hand and smiled at him.

" I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride." The minister spoke. Sandy slowly lifted her veil, and leaned in to kiss his beautiful Kirsten. Kirsten Cohen- his wife. They broke apart, and she held his hand, and he played with her wedding rings, walking her back up the isle.

Later that evening, Sandy and Kirsten took their first dance together as man and wife. He lead her to the dance floor on the beach, and pulled her in close. He placed one hand firmly on the small of her back, and the other he held with hers against his chest.

"I love you honey. You're a Cohen now"

"I don't care what I am- as long as I'm yours. I love you too." She leaned into kiss him again, softly, knowing the fun part would come later.

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Kirsten and Sandy had been out about an hour now, and they sat down on the beach next to each other. Sandy's arm was draped around her, and her head rested on his shoulder

. "We should get back. I'm exhausted- I'm thinking we should just go to bed when we get home." She said suggestively.

"You know you're right." Sandy added playing along. Kirsten laughed until she was silenced by another kiss.

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Hope you liked it! I'm all about the fluff!