A/N: sorry for the delay in publishing. Real life can be a mess sometimes.

So with the damage to the venue, what is our favorite couple going to do about their wedding location? Read on to find out.

By the way, there is an M rated section, so use caution if reading at work.

For the next twenty minutes Aubrey and Jessica tried to eat their lunch as they each made frantic phone calls.

"Yes…do you have any openings for a wedding on April 14th…ha ha...no, this is no joke…thanks." Aubrey hung up his phone. "Asshole."

"Yes, are you the one I speak with about booking a wedding at the Rappahannock County courthouse? We're looking at this Friday, April 14th. Any time you have…" Jessica waited. "…no openings until June? Yeah, okay, thank you."

The redhead hung up her phone and was on the verge of tears. "The courthouse doesn't have any openings until June. How about any of the local hotels?"

"All booked, even the Carlton, that fancy pants place your mother had booked before we told her to cancel the reservation." Aubrey sighed sadly. "Well, what about getting married on the property with a later reception?"

"Oh, that would be great. Our ceremony will stink like shit and septic. That will make it memorable for our friends.," Jessica commented angrily, sipping her Coke loudly for emphasis.

"Well, it was just an idea.," Aubrey snarked back. "No need to be hateful…"

"Well, it's a bad one. You're the one who said nothing was going to go wrong with our wedding and look what happened!"

"Wait just one fucking minute." Aubrey put down his cheeseburger and looked at his fiancee in surprise. "No one could have known that the septic tank would blow shit and other stuff into the tasting room of the vineyard. Now, I'm not giving up just yet just because it's Easter weekend, for crying out loud. There has to be some place that's available…"

"There's isn't any place, Aubrey!," Jessica barked back. "All the other wineries have stuff going on, the courthouse is unavailable, and the hotels are all booked up. You even tried the cabin, but it's full until we go there on Sunday."

Aubrey took a deep breath to avoid losing his temper. "Well, maybe we can call over in Prince William and Fauquier counties and see if there are any hotels or other venues that we can reserve to get married Friday. Worst case, we try to pick another day this month."

Jessica crossed her arms. "My school schedule this semester is packed, Aubrey. I can't just reschedule this wedding on a whim unless you want to wait until next year, especially since you so were insistent on Rodney marrying us."

Aubrey stood up and began to pace the room. "I'm not happy about this shit, either, Jessica. I don't have a crystal ball to predict things like when your family vineyard's septic tank will blow."

"You're the one who suggested my family's vineyard instead of the courthouse, and now our wedding has gone to shit!" Jessica angrily grabbed her phone. "I can't believe I let you talk me into moving the wedding up two months."

Aubrey, fed up with her irrational ranting, stood down his fiancee. "Quit blaming me for all this, Jessica, because it isn't my fault, nor yours, or anyone's for that matter, and having a fit about it is not going to solve anything!"

"Having...a...fit? Screw you!" An incensed Jessica grabbed her purse and stood up to leave. "If you'll excuse me, I have to figure out another wedding date for us since your great idea of April 14th just went to hell!"

Frustrated and unable to cope with Jessica's anger any longer, Aubrey waved his hand at her. "Fine, go away and pout somewhere else, Jess. I don't need this shit right now."

"Fine." Jessica stormed out of the office in tears. "See you at home."

"Fine…" Aubrey put his head down on his desk. "Shit…"

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

An hour later, Jessica was crying on Daisy's shoulder in the guest house. "...he told me to quit having a fit about it…and then he said to go away and pout! Aubrey said that to me! It's our wedding day we're talking about here, and now it's ruined."

"Jessica, the day isn't ruined. This is just a complication."

The redhead lifted her head. "A complication? Daisy, we have no wedding venue because the tasting room is filled with sewage. Yeah, we could still marry on the property, but with the weather being sunny and warm, the ceremony would reek! Our guests would all be gagging. Damn it, I knew my vibes were telling me something…like maybe Aubrey and I weren't meant to get married. We live together…we love each other and we're happy…maybe that should be enough for us."

"God, you are starting to sound like me, and that's scary.," Daisy said bluntly, turning her friend to face her. "Jessica, you're meant to get married. Don't forget, you asked Aubrey to marry you, not the other way around. That's a big step for you, and he was willing to wait for you until you were ready. That's true love right there. Now, you're getting married on Friday if it's the last thing I do."

Jessica wiped tears from her eyes. "How? How can you say that? I told you that the tasting room up in Rappahannock County had damage. The courthouse doesn't have any openings until June and all the other venues are full because it's Easter weekend."

"Leave it to me." Daisy pulled out her phone and sent a message.

"Who are you sending a message to, Daisy?"

"A miracle worker when it comes to weddings.," Daisy replied. Less than two minutes later, there was a knock at the door. "She didn't waste any time."

Jessica was becoming impatient. "Daisy, what's going on?"

The anthropologist didn't answer, but merely opened the door to be greeted by Angela holding a baby monitor in one hand and her tablet in the other. "Okay, Jeffrey just went down for a nap. What's this about a canceled wedding?"

Jessica sniffled softly before explaining to Angela about the phone call from Jack and her fight with Aubrey. Wiping away tears, the redhead tried to not cry again. "So, you see? Our wedding is ruined…we can't get married on Friday. I knew something would go wrong…"

"No, you've just hit a snag. So what if the venue for the wedding and reception got messed up?" Angela turned to her other friend. "Daisy, when you and Beau got your license last fall, you could marry anywhere in Virginia, right?"

"Yeah, within 90 days. We could marry at a McDonald's if we wanted as long as the officiant was legal and it was in the state."

Angela turned back to the upset intern. "See? We just have to move your wedding to a different location here in Virginia."

"But where, Angela? Aubrey and I called everywhere I could think of in that area and they're full. I'm sure every other venue in Virginia is booked solid, too. We could try DC, but we would have to get another marriage license."

Angela decided to tread lightly. "Jessica, I want to help you, but I don't want to be overbearing like last time. Tell me what I can do."

Inhaling deeply, Jessica didn't hesitate. "Help me get married on Friday…I don't want to wait to marry Aubrey. That is, if he still wants to marry me after I was such a brat earlier."

"Jessica, Aubrey has been crazy about you since you two met in my office. Trust me, even with you yelling at him, he will still want to marry you, okay?" Seeing the intern nod, Angela pressed forward. "Now, I have a fabulous idea for a venue that is guaranteed to be free on Friday afternoon.", the artist said with a laugh.

"Where?," Jessica asked hopefully. "Is it expensive?"

"No…the cost is free...and it's right here." Angela saw Jessica open her mouth and rushed to explain. "Listen, we have a huge driveway that can fit several cars. Outside this guest house is a large, beautiful backyard and you can get married by the two oak trees in the middle of it."

Jessica wiped her eyes, feeling hopeful again. "Angela…that's really generous. Are you sure? Will Curly be alright with it?"

Angela nodded. "Yes, I'm sure, and Hodgins will go along with it, I promise You know he'd do anything for you, Jessica."

Jessica nodded. "Thank you so much, but what about the reception?"

Angela contemplated for a moment. "Your family has a satellite tasting room in Bethesda that they're opening up in May or June, right? What's the capacity limit?"

"Yes…they plan to have a soft opening in two weeks with the Grand Opening on Memorial Day Weekend and the capacity is like 65 because they have the dining room with tables by the kitchen and the tasting room itself is separate."

"How's the parking?"

"The back lot parking spaces were repainted last week. There's also a parking garage nearby. With the holiday weekend, it may not be as packed."

Angela made notes as she asked another question. "Do the ovens work?"

"Yeah, Aubrey and I had dinner with Aaron there a while ago and the new wood fired ovens have been installed and checked." Jessica grew perplexed. "Why do you ask?"

"Jessica, for a certified Mensa genius, sometimes you're really slow on the uptake." Angela held her hand out. "Now, can I borrow your phone, please? I need to call your brother Jack."

"Sure…" Jessica unlocked her phone and gave it to her friend. "Angela, what are you up to?"

"I'm calling your brother so we can plan your wedding." Angela found the call folder and redialed the vineyard as she walked away. "Hi, Jack, this is your sister's friend, Angela Montenegro. Remember me from Christmas? Great. Listen…I know you have a mess up there, but I need your help so we can get your sister and Aubrey married on Friday."

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

At 4:30, Aubrey sat slumped in his office chair as he told Booth about what had happened earlier. "She yelled, 'Screw you!' before storming out of here. I've tried everywhere, Booth, but nobody has an opening. I'd even tried calling Angela because I was so desperate, but I had to leave a message. She's probably busy with the baby."

"Aubrey, we'll figure out something, alright? Maybe Bones can see what's going on at the Jeffersonian Friday night."

Aubrey shrugged, feeling hopeless. "Yeah, sure…I guess..."

"Listen, I'm going to call Bones and see what we can come up with." Deciding Aubrey needed to be alone for a few minutes, he stood up. "Chin up, Aubrey because you and Jessica will figure something out for the wedding. She's a genius and you're smart, too."

Aubrey gave a wan smile. "You seem sure about that."

"Because I am. Now, keep trying to call Angela and keep me posted."

"I will. Thanks, Booth." Aubrey watched his friend walk away and slid back into his depression. Before Booth had stopped in after hearing the news, he'd tried calling his fiancee twice but it went to voicemail both times. "Our fight was the stupidest…"

He desperately wanted to get married on April 14th and now it wasn't going to happen. Hell, the way Jessica stormed out, he dreaded going home. 'We may never get married now…she may not even want to marry me…'

His thoughts were interrupted by Jessica bursting into his office. "James Aubrey, we're getting married on Friday!"

Shocked, he stood up and walked over to Jessica. "What? How?"

"Our ceremony will be in town…well, at Hodgins and Angela's house, since it's in Virginia, saving us buying another marriage license. The reception will be at the tasting room in Bethesda…I can't believe I didn't think of it earlier…Jack said they can transport all the food down tomorrow night and they're putting Greg's dad in charge of supervising the cleanup…Dr. B managed to score us the back room at Founding Fathers for the rehearsal dinner…my mom will bitch, but I don't care….the florist will deliver the flowers to Hodgins' house Friday morning…"

"Jess…"

"…Jack said he would call the hotel and cancel the block of rooms. Aaron and Nadia can take a few overnight guests at their new house. Dr. B and Booth also volunteered to house Rodney and Amy, and Hodgins said a few people can crash at their guest house. I also figure we can have a few stay over at our house Friday night."

Aubrey heard what Jessica said and had an important question. "Jess…what about us?"

"What about us?"

Aubrey combed his hair with his hand. "I mean…our wedding night. If we're getting married here and we have overnight guests at our house, it may get awkward."

"Oh yeah. Never mind about the guests at our house." Jessica saw the stunned expression on his face. "Aubrey, I'm sorry I didn't include you in all this, but Angela went into hyper wedding planner mode with my brother and we had to act fast…she pretty much talked to him on my phone for two hours as they did everything...whatever they did. Is it okay that Angela helped us again?"

"Yes, that's fine, Jess. It explains why I couldn't reach you or Angela earlier..."

"But are you okay with getting married here? I know it won't be as fancy but it'll still be outdoors and it'll be really nice…and you can still get the wood fired pizzas you're excited about…" Jessica continued her stream of consciousness. "...I'm really sorry that I didn't get your calls...but, are you okay with getting married here on Friday? I know you wanted to get married out at the vineyard. Oh gosh...we have to let everyone know...Mom needs a hotel room and she's really picky..."

Aubrey responded to Jessica's rambling speech by kissing her, bringing her back to reality. "Jess, I'm fine with getting married here. Frankly, I don't give a shit where we get married. I'd marry you at the lab with you wearing your jumpsuit. I just want to marry you."

Jessica broke out into a smile. "Really?"

"Really." Aubrey had a sudden thought. "Crap, I have to call Rodney and have him change his flight and you have to call your brothers Jason and Michael, but that's okay. Everything is okay now."

Jessica wound her arms around her fiance's neck. "Because we're getting married, Aubrey."

"Yes, woman, because we're getting married! We're getting married!"

Aubrey picked Jessica up and twirled her around, making her squeal. Their laughter attracted the attention of the agents out in the bullpen, but the couple didn't care. After a minute, Jessica gestured for Aubrey to put her down.

"Okay, I have to go. I have to run down to Founding Fathers and put a deposit down for Thursday night, plus try to find Mom a hotel room in DC during Easter weekend." Jessica kissed her fiancee. "Don't work too hard."

"I will do my best." Aubrey kissed her again. "I can't wait to marry you on Friday, Jessica. I especially can't wait for our wedding night."

"Me, neither. We have a nice large home and we can make our wedding night memorable." Jessica kissed him again. "See you at home."

"See you at home." Aubrey watched her leave and jumped back into his chair. Taking his computer out of sleep mode, he began to type. "I have some planning of my own to do."

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

After arriving home, Aubrey changed into his favorite FBI tee shirt and some pajama pants and jogged downstairs, meeting Jessica in the kitchen. "Okay…," he chirped. "...let's get this refrigerator clean out feast started…"

"Just a minute…" Seeing that she had his attention, Jessica took his hand in hers. "First...there's something I need to say…"

Surprised at her solemn expression, Aubrey's brow furrowed. "What's wrong? I mean, everything's settled, right? We're still on for Friday…"

"Yes, of course." Shifting from one foot to the other, Jessica chewed her lip. "I want to apologize...for being so awful to you this afternoon. I was completely irrational...and unreasonable. You were right in saying that I was acting like a spoiled child, blaming you for something you couldn't control. I'm so sorry…" She brushed away a tear. "I guess I was afraid that we would change our minds about things...but that was so stupid. Where or when we get married isn't the important part...it's that we go through with it...that we keep our commitment to each other."

"Aw, Jess…" Smiling tenderly, Aubrey embraced her. "You were just upset about that unexpected disaster changing our plans. I know you weren't really angry with me. I wasn't exactly a pillar of understanding when I told you to go away and pout, and for that I'm sorry. Anyway, things got worked out, so no big deal…"

"It is a big deal! We're going to have disappointments in our married life, and I need to learn how to handle that sort of thing without lashing out at my husband!"

"Don't worry...we're gonna have plenty of time to figure that out, okay?" Seeing her nod, Aubrey gave her a squeeze and turned to get some plates out of the cabinet. "Okay...dinner time…"

With the storm finally over, Jessica nodded. "Right...let's see what we have in here…" Pushing up the sleeves on her loose tee shirt, she began to pull containers from the shelves. Setting them on the counter, she cautiously opened the lids to see what was inside. "A bit of leftover potato salad...part of a pork chop...some baked beans…"

She sniffed another container and recoiled in horror. "Ugh...I don't know what this is, but it's going in the disposal…"

As he ate a spoonful of beans, Aubrey looked on, somewhat disappointed. "There's not as many leftovers in the fridge as I thought there were." He pointed at a container with his spoon. "What are you gonna eat?"

She rolled her eyes at him. "Maybe you could share?' Hearing his agonized groan, she laughed as she shook her head. "Let me see what's in the freezer…"

She moved around several single entree boxes before coming across a plastic container. "Hmm...what do we have here?" Reading the faded label, she smiled. "Yum...puttanesca sauce…"

"Wait...we had some of Dr. B's 'whore' sauce in the freezer and you didn't tell me?" Aubrey was shocked. "You've been holding out on me…"

"Not on purpose!," Jessica giggled. She opened the lid and showed him the contents. "There's not a lot in here...a couple of servings at the most…"

"Cool. Heat it up and we can share it…"

"Like you're sharing everything else? No way." Carrying the container, she walked over and opened the pantry door. "Do we even have any pasta? I think we used all the spaghetti last week…"

"We have some, but I'm not telling you where it is unless you promise to share." Aubrey chuckled at Jessica's sour expression. "See? That's how married life is gonna work, starting 72 hours from now…share and share alike…"

"Nope!" She held a package triumphantly over her head. "I forgot I had this! Fancy Venetian Penis pasta from the bachelorette party! So I don't have to share after all."

"Oh." Aubrey grimaced slightly as he opened the small container of potato salad. Finally he decided that it was time to make the ultimate sacrifice. "How about...I share my package with you, and you share the sauce with me?"

Jessica arched an eyebrow at him. "Well, I was planning to get that package delivered by express mail...later tonight…"

"Not that package...geez." Aubrey opened the small cabinet over the refrigerator. "Here...I got this at the bachelor party from Beau…"

"Vagina pasta?" Jessica laughed as she read the package. "So what...we boil both packages together and have intercourse in a pot?"

"Well, that's one way to look at it." Having learned a trick or two from Booth, Aubrey deployed a reasonable facsimile of sad blue puppy dog eyes. "Please? I mean, it is Dr. B's sauce...my favorite…"

Jessica pursed her lips slightly as she thought over his request. "Okay…"

"Thanks, Jess...love you."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." She put a pot of water on to boil. "Maybe we should finish up the salad stuff, too…" She found a partial bag of fresh spinach in the vegetable compartment and tossed it with some carrots and walnuts. After that she pulled out a bottle of leftover Chianti from a few nights earlier.

After the pasta had cooked for a few minutes, she tested it. "Almost al dente...time to heat up the sauce."

She set the microwave and drained the pasta into a bowl. Hearing the timer chime, she reached for the sauce container just as Skinner decided to wind his way around her legs. "Get out of the way, cat…"

As she tried to avoid stepping on him, she jostled the sauce, and it splashed all over her tee shirt. "Oh, no...and this is one of my favorite tops, too. It's ruined…"

"Maybe not...go put it on to soak in cold water, and then we can run a load of laundry later." Aubrey grabbed some paper towels and mopped up some sauce from the floor. Realizing that she was eyeing him suspiciously, he chuckled. "I promise...I'm not gonna eat all the sauce…"

"You better not…" Shaking her finger at him, she stepped into the laundry room and shimmied out of her shirt. Noticing some sauce on her yoga pants, she pulled them off and put both items in the washer to soak. "Okay…" She glanced around the small space. "Do I have anything to wear in here?"

Seeing that nothing was available, she laughed as a plan came to mind. "Maybe I can distract Aubrey and get all the sauce for myself."

After checking the washer one more time, she left the laundry room and walked into the kitchen wearing only her red lace bikini panties and matching bra. Hearing her fiance's gasp, she smirked as she scooped up a serving of pasta while Aubrey stared at her, holding a spoon over his potato salad.

"What? I didn't have anything else to wear…and besides, if I spill sauce on this, it won't show up against the red..."

"Um...yeah." Aubrey watched in fascination as she slowly stirred the red mixture before returning it to the microwave. "I mean, that sounds...practical…"

"I thought so." Hearing the microwave's timer go off, she pulled out the container and stirred it once again. "I hope this is hot enough." Turning to face him, she dipped her finger in the sauce and then slowly licked it clean. Wearing a seductive grin, she nodded. "Just right…"

Pouring a small amount over the suggestively shaped pasta filling her plate, she took a seat up on the counter, where Aubrey was sure to get a good view of her shapely figure. As she took a bite of her meal, she nodded. "Gives a whole new twist to the idea of 'eat me', doesn't it?"

Moaning softly at the vision he beheld, Aubrey set the container of potato salad aside. "You know, there's another way to keep from getting your clothes dirty when you eat pasta with red sauce." He raised an eyebrow at her as he reached behind and unhooked her bra. "Maybe you should just not wear clothes at all…"

Shrugging off the garment, she smiled as she threw it aside. Scooping up another bite of her meal, she acted like she was going to feed him, only to eat it herself. "Maybe you're right...but I don't have any sauce on me yet, so…"

"Yet being the operative word…" After dipping his finger in the sauce, Aubrey traced a line down her throat and across one of her collarbones. "Oops...made a mess, have we? I better help you clean that up…"

His tongue slowly lapped at the sauce trail he'd made, much to Jessica's delight. "Would you like some more sauce, Superman?" Using a spoon, she drizzled some between her breasts, and it ran down to her abdomen. "Help yourself…"

"Hmm...so good…" He stooped to lap up the sauce, and his tongue lingered on her navel. "Gotta get it all…"

"Yes...yes, you do…," she moaned, closing her eyes as he worked his magic. "Don't leave a drop…" Her hands made their way into his thick hair, clutching at him as he slowly worked his way down her body. "Oh my God, James…that feels so good.."

Suddenly her eyes flew open. "Why...why did you stop what you were doing?"

He held a finger up to his lips. "Be patient…"

He deftly picked her up just enough to get her panties out of the way, and then, after dipping his fingers in the sauce again, he painted a line downward from her navel. "There we are…

He put her legs over his shoulders and continued his ministrations with his tongue, moving down towards his target as he enjoyed her moans of pleasure.

One last flick of his talented tongue was all it took. Grabbing the edges of the counter, she screamed out his name as waves of electric pleasure wracked her body. Panting heavily, she lay on the counter trying to recover her senses so she could form a coherent sentence. "Wow…"

Gently caressing her inner thighs, Aubrey grinned at his fiancee. "That sauce is really good, huh?"

"Oh yeah…," she gasped. "I definitely need to get the recipe…" Giggling softly, she winked at him. "I think there's still some left…" She glanced at the bulge in his pajama pants. "Do you want to have it on the penis pasta or on the penis?"

Laughing, he picked her up and carried her into the living room, playfully dumping her onto the couch. Quickly peeling off his clothes, he kissed her passionately before she straddled him. "I'll decide later...right now, I'm much more interested in something besides food….I mean, why settle for vagina pasta when I have access to the real thing, right?"

"Right...and speaking of access…" She slowly lowered herself over his swollen member. "Is this what you had in mind?"

He tried to speak but all he could manage was a loud grunt as his hips thrust up to meet her.

"Good…" She threw her head back and laughed as he drove into her. "...because that means more sauce for me…"

*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*

It wasn't until after 9:00 when Aubrey and Jessica sat down and finished their feast. In between bites of cold pasta in puttanesca sauce, potato salad, baked beans, and Chianti, the couple discussed final arrangements for their wedding.

"So what time is our rehearsal dinner at Founding Fathers, Jess?," Aubrey asked. Clad only in his pajama pants, he took a bite of salad. "And what are we gonna eat?"

Jessica shifted on the stool as she adjusted Aubrey's FBI t-shirt so she'd be covered. "7:00. I've elected to let everyone choose from a limited menu to keep things easy, including that spinach and mushroom bow tie pasta that Dr. B loves so much. I asked everyone to give me a final head count by tomorrow afternoon."

"Think your mother might cause a stink because of the location?"

Jessica mixed more sauce in with her pasta. "I don't care, Superman. Mike will be there and he can keep her entertained. I've got more important things to worry about."

"Cool. I'm a little excited to meet your other brothers. Now, Mike is a CPA and Jason is a lawyer, too, right?"

"Yes. Jason is a public defender down in Charlotte and his girlfriend is also an attorney with the state liquor commission." Jessica took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. "Hopefully Mike will bring his new girlfriend as well. My mom hates her, but she resents anyone who takes over what she thinks is her rightful place in Mike's life, including my cousins."

Aubrey grimaced as he considered whether or not Eleanor would start a cat fight at the rehearsal dinner. "Moving on...Jack and Angela have the wedding covered, right?"

"Yeah. He's coordinating the delivery of the flowers, the make up lady's transportation down here, the DJ, and anything else he can think of from where he is. Angela is all over things here. She told me to relax and enjoy today and tomorrow because she said Thursday is going to be crazy."

"I still don't understand why I can't spend the night here with you. I don't want to crash with Booth, Jess. It's a stupid tradition." Aubrey petulantly sipped his wine. "We're not really being traditional about anything else, you know…"

"I don't want to take any chances, Superman, plus Dr. B booked the ladies a spa morning before the wedding, so I'll be going to bed early anyway. I would have your bag packed by tomorrow so it's ready to go because Dr. B said if you try to return here after the rehearsal dinner, she will make you suffer. I believe it, too."

"Man, never piss off your matron of honor…," Aubrey chuckled. "Fine…"

"It will be fine, Superman. Friday night, we'll come back here and have a nice weekend of sexual debauchery before we go to the cabin on Sunday."

Aubrey smiled. "Speaking of that...there has been a slight change of plans…"

"What?," Jessica asked. "Oh, no...not another problem…"

The agent smiled as he shook his head. "Nope. It's just that we're not coming back here on our wedding night."

"What? But, we decided…"

"You assumed, Jessica Elizabeth, something scientists should never do." Aubrey grabbed his laptop and after getting it out of sleep mode, he accessed a website. "Now, after the reception, we're spending a very lovely and romantic night here."

Aubrey turned around his laptop so Jessica could see. When she saw it, her jaw dropped. "The Jefferson? Aubrey, that's too expensive…I heard this place goes for like $800.00 a night!"

"Yes, it is expensive, which is why I'd only got it for Friday night instead of both nights. However, it's not too expensive for our wedding night. We only get one, Jessica, and I think it needs to not be at home." Aubrey looked at his fiancee's expression and began to have second thoughts. "Do you hate it?"

"No, it's beautiful, Aubrey. I've always wanted to stay there. I just want to make sure we're not putting ourselves in the poor house."

"We'll still be able to eat and keep Skinner in the lifestyle he's grown accustomed to." Aubrey clicked and showed her more pictures. "We get room service...and a nice two person claw foot tub…access to the mini bar and munchies..."

"It does sound lovely." Jessica loved Aubrey's romantic streak. "Okay, it sounds great. We are still coming back here Saturday to open our gifts."

"Yep. The cabin won't be ready until 2:00 on Sunday, so we enjoy our Saturday after kicking everyone out." Aubrey chuckled again. "I'm thinking maybe you are in that blue thing...with no panties. Let's save the naughty oils for when we're up at the cabin."

"I think that's fair." Jessica giggled. "I can't wait until we get up there, Superman. Now that the weather is nicer and we have time, we can visit Luray, do a wine crawl, and maybe do some fishing. The cabin had some nice poles we could use."

"Fishing?," Aubrey asked cautiously. "Jess...well, it's been a while...a long while... since I've gone fishing."

"Well then, I'll have to give you a refresher." Jessica took another bite. "We can cook what we catch, sit outside with the stars...it's going to be such a nice honeymoon…"

"We're not going out for at least 24 hours. Monday we're only getting out of bed to eat and go to the bathroom." Aubrey smirked. "I have some ideas on what to do on our honeymoon, too, Jessica."

"I bet you do, James Aubrey…" Jessica smiled. "By the way, I got your wedding gift today. I'll give it to you after the rehearsal dinner if that's okay? It'll be more meaningful if you're good with that."

Aubrey nodded before taking a bite of pasta. "I am. I have your wedding gift, too, but I think it would be better to give you after we get married, if you're good with that. You'll understand why when I give it to you."

"I think I can handle that." Jessica held up her wine glass. "To us...on what is probably our last stress free night before our wedding…"

"Amen…", the agent laughed, clinked glasses with his fiancee. "Stress free it is."