A/N: I don't own Ugly Betty. And I'm really amazed by the response I'm getting to these. But I'll keep going as long as people are interested. By request, I'm going to do a couple scenes from Daniel and Betty's earlier life.


17.

"Betty, go home," Daniel Meade told his assistant. "It's midnight and you haven't gone home before midnight all week." The pair had been frantically working to finish the latest (and their last) issue of Mode after Alexis's surprise resignation and Wilhelmina's sudden sacking. Daniel was going to be, with his mother, co-president of Meade Publications. And Betty was going to be staying on as Daniel's assistant for a while but he was hoping for put her to work as a writer at one of Meade Publications' many publications in the very near future.

She shrugged. "I don't mind. There's no one waiting for me at home and there's nothing for me to do but sleep."

"And I've been depriving you of your sleep for the past week," he replied running his hand through his hair and noting that he could probably use a haircut.

Betty threw away the empty cartons from the Chinese take-out they'd eaten a few hours earlier that were scattered around Daniel's desk. "Daniel, if I go home, then you're going home too."

He shook his head. "I have to finish this before Monday."

"All right, take everything to your apartment and I'll come over tomorrow and we can work on it together. But right now, if I'm leaving, then so are you."

"Tomorrow's Saturday. I don't pay you to work Saturdays."

"You can feed me. And I'd be doing it as your friend, not your assistant."

"Okay," he sighed.

"Now call Martin about the car and I'll see at your apartment tomorrow morning at ten."

"How are you getting home?"

"Subway," she replied simply. "I always take the subway."

"No," he said firmly as he put the things in boxes to take home with him. "You're not taking the subway home alone at this hour. I'll have Martin drop you off when he takes me home."

"Daniel, you live five minutes from here; I live twenty. That's too much for Martin to do at this hour of the night."

He sighed. "I'm not letting you take the subway home alone at this hour of the night. You can spend the night at my apartment if that's easier."

"But I don't have any other clothes to wear tomorrow or anything to sleep in."

"Betty, I can loan you clothes to sleep in." He sighed and threw up his hands. "Or I could spend the night on your couch and then we could both come back to my apartment in the morning together. Please agree to something; I just really don't want you taking the subway alone. I'm worried about you."

"Fine, Martin can drop me off after he drops you off," she told him. "But let's just get going. We both need sleep."


18.

The next morning, Betty arrived at Daniel's apartment promptly at ten o'clock to find the things from the night before spread out all over the table and her boss sitting at the table pouring over them. She offered him the bagel and coffee she'd brought him and asked, "Did you sleep last night?"

After taking the bagel and coffee from her, he rubbed his eyes and nodded. "I woke up around seven and got back to work. We need to get this done and the sooner, the better. I can't have you throwing your Saturday away on this. You need to do something fun. You look too cute today for you to not do something fun."

Looking at her jeans and dark pink blouse that Christina had picked out for her a few months earlier, she rolled her eyes. "Jesse and I broke up ages ago. Christina and Stuart went away for the weekend. My sister is off with her boyfriend for the weekend. What the heck am I supposed to do? I could watch High School Musical with Justin and listen to him analyze it for the fiftieth time."

Daniel laughed. "Or you could do something with me."

"Like what?"

He shrugged. "We could crash weddings and then find ourselves on the bridge at three or five in the morning again."

"We've done that before," Betty replied with a laugh.

"True," he replied. "But it was fun."

"Yeah but I don't feel like doing that again."

"Well what do you feel like doing?"

"Let's finish the issue," she said. "And then we can figure out what time it is and what we want to do then."

"I'm game," he replied.


19.

Seven hours later, the issue was finished and Betty was sitting on Daniel's couch and criticizing his apartment. "This place needs more character. You need pictures of family or something. And books and movies, you need bookshelves filled with books and stuff."

"I don't read," he told her.

"Well, I do. I could tell you what to read and then you could buy them. And then you would add character to this place." She bit her lip and looked around. "And plants, you really need plants. This place is so drab and boring. It needs light and color and life. This is such a bachelor pad."

Daniel looked at his assistant. "Betty, I am a bachelor."

"How old are you? You're in your mid-thirties. You need to get married."

He laughed. "Until about a year ago I was considered one of New York's most notorious playboys. I'm not sure many women would really want to marry me and live with me for the rest of their lives."

She shrugged. "I don't know. I know you pretty well and I think you'd be a good husband and father. You're a lot more sensitive than you let on. Like last night, you were being really protective of me and concerned about me. That's a really good trait in a guy. A lot of girls would love to date a guy who actually gave a crap about them and their safety."

"Would you date me?" he asked without really thinking about what he was saying. "Like, if I asked you out, would you go out with me?"

"Yeah," Betty replied, again without really thinking about the ramifications of what she was saying. "You're a great guy. I really like you and I love spending time with you. And you're fun. You just need a woman to redecorate your apartment."

"So if I asked you out on a date right now," Daniel said as things started clicking together in his brain. "Would you say yes?"

Betty looked at him with her mouth just hanging open. "Is this hypothetical or something that you actually want to do?"

"I'm pretty sure I'm asking you out right now. Will you go out to dinner with me tonight and then we can watch a movie or something?"

"Is this a date?"

He nodded. "You're my best friend, and while I don't want to screw that up, I really like you and respect you. But at some point over the past few years, I realized that I'm very attracted to you."

"I don't know what to say to that," Betty told him.

"You can say that you'll go out to dinner with me and just see what happens."

She smiled. "I can do that."


20.

And Donal said, "Dude, let's get married." And I said, "Man, that's a great idea." So we lied to our girlfriends about where we were going and went out together to buy engagement rings.

-An anonymous best man's toast

Two years later, Betty Suarez was pretty sure she was losing her mind. She had succeeded in redecorating her boyfriend's apartment and office. Daniel Meade now owned five plants, ten bookshelves, and dozens of books and movies that his girlfriend approved. There were pictures of people who mattered to him hanging around the apartment along with various prints of art that he liked. Betty had moved in with Daniel about a year earlier and had managed to teach him how to cook. Recently he had been dropping hints about marriage. And then one Saturday morning, he left their apartment after breakfast saying he had something that needed to be done and he'd be back later. Now, over eight hours later, he wasn't back and she was getting worried. He wasn't answering his cell phone and no one she called knew where he was. Becks suggested looking in strip clubs, which she didn't find funny. Ignacio said he hadn't seen him in a while. Claire had no idea where her son might be. She was considering going over to Meade Publications to see if he was working on a Saturday but when she called his office phone, it went to voice mail.

She knew that he had inherited his father's heart problems. What if he had a heart attack and was now dying alone in his office or on some bench in Central Park? If he died, she would be alone and she wouldn't know what to do. She would have to move out of this apartment and imagine a life without Daniel. She loved him too much to even consider doing that. She didn't want to imagine her boyfriend dead. So she dialed his cell phone number again. "You are impossible," he said when he answered the phone on the fourth ring. "I'll be home in fifteen minutes."

"I thought you were dead," she said.

"Oh, Betty," he sighed. "I'm sorry. I was taking care of something and I left my phone in the car. But I'm on my way home now."

Fifteen minutes later, Daniel Meade walked into his apartment and immediately found his girlfriend jumping on him. "You bastard!" she screamed, pounding her small fists against his powerful chest. "I was so afraid. I had images of you having a heart attack and dying in your office or in Central Park. And you were all alone and then I was alone and I had to live with my dad again."

"Whoa, Betty, I was only gone for eight hours," he said, grabbing a hold of her small body. "I'm sorry. But I had to talk to a few people. And I left my phone in the car. And then I had to pick something up. But I'm here now. And I'm not dead in my office or Central Park. I'm right here and I'm sorry."

"Don't die on me," she told him firmly.

He smiled as he put her back down. "I don't plan on it. I'm not leaving you alone ever. But I have a question for you and if you answer correctly, you get a prize. Now this wasn't how I was planning on doing this but go sit on the couch."

Betty knew what was coming and, with knocking knees, sat down on the couch. Then Daniel got down on one knee and took a deep breath. "I love you, Betty Suarez. You've brought life into my world and you make me a better man. And I don't ever want to lose you or let you go. I need you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. Will you promise me that you'll stay with me forever and never leave me?" He took another deep breath and bit his lower lip before saying, "Will you make me the luckiest and happiest man alive and agree to marry me? Will you please?"

She nodded with tears sliding down her cheeks. "Yes, Daniel," she whispered. "I'll marry you."

He took a small velvet box out of his pocket and opened it. He took out a simple white gold band with three diamonds arranged in a simple but elegant setting and slid it onto her left ring finger. "I love you," he said, pulling her down into his arms and kissing her. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," she replied. "But who did you need to talk to?"

"First, I went to talk to your dad and ask him for permission to marry you. He must really like me because he didn't even offer to kill me, let alone threaten me. And then I went to your mom's grave and tell her what I was going to do. I figured that even though I never met her, I should let her know what I was doing and I left pink roses on her grave. After that, I had lunch with my mom and told her what I was going to do. She loves you and could never have any problem with us. I think she thinks you the best thing that's ever happened to me and wants you in this family. She'd probably adopt you if I didn't marry you. Next, I went to my dad's grave to tell him what I was doing. He hired you and I think he would be shocked to see us together. But he really was the one who brought us together. We wouldn't be here without him. And then I went to Tiffany's to pick up your ring. I ordered it weeks ago but it was specially made for you, so it took a while. And then I had been planning on taking you out to dinner tonight at the restaurant where we went on our first date and then we were going to go for a walk to the George Washington Bridge and I was going to ask you to marry me there. But then I got the fifteen voice mails from you and when you threatened to kill me if I wasn't dead, I figured I should just come and propose to you here and now."

"Wow," she breathed. "Can we still go out for dinner and go for that walk?"

He nodded. "I think that would be a good way to celebrate."

"Daniel Meade, you are an amazing man and I love you."

He kissed her again. "We have reservations for seven-thirty at Salvatore's. And I expect you to look absolutely amazing."

"Now I have to plan a wedding and buy a wedding dress," Betty said with a smile before kissing Daniel again.


21.

One thing Daniel Meade did not enjoy about being the president of Meade Publications was the fact that Sofia Reyes was still Editor in Chief of MYW. Although he only had to interact with her four or six times per year, that was far too much in his opinion. Seeing her once a year would have been more than enough for him. But since his marriage, Daniel had become a bit less fearful or anxious about these encounters. Sofia was single; he was married. He, the notorious playboy, had married and settled down while she was still as callous and manipulative as she'd been when she revealed that she'd been trying to get him to fall in love with her for an article in her precious magazine-on national television. Betty had been more successful at avoiding Sofia before she left Mode after Sarah was born. They worked on different floors and had no reason to see each other. But Daniel periodically had to meet with his editors.

And then, shortly after Lucas was born, Daniel found himself needing to meet with Sofia after she lost her magazine's three largest advertisers in less than six months. And he needed to meet with her to discuss reevaluating MYW and its budget. He wasn't looking forward to it but it had to be done. And that meeting happened to be on a day when he knew Betty coming to see him and bringing their children with her. So when Sofia came into his office, Amanda stuck her head into the office to remind him that Betty and the kids would be there in half an hour.

"So you found someone who would marry you," Sofia said as she sat down.

He looked her over from head to toe. She was wearing a revealing, low-cut blouse and a shorter than normal skirt; she was trying to seduce him into giving him what she wanted. "Hello, Sofia, and yes, I found a woman whom I love more than myself," he replied. "And we have a beautiful life together with three wonderful children."

She picked up a picture frame from his desk that held a photo of Sarah tentatively holding a newborn Lucas in her arms while Will eagerly looked over her shoulder at the baby. "They're cute."

He reached across his desk and took the picture back, smiling as he saw his adorable children. "They are amazing."

"So you married your assistant."

"You lost your three biggest advertisers in the past six months and you're having trouble finding new ones," he said, wanting to get the meeting back on track and over as quickly as possible.

"People don't seem as interested in MYW right now. Advertisers think that modern, young women have become too liberated and too liberal with their lives in their current economic situation. And it's difficult to find the right advertisers who are interested in my clientele and who I wanted advertising in my magazine. I have to have my principles, you know."

"And you want me to give you more money," he replied while internally rolling his eyes at the comment about having principles.

"You're making this all very simple," Sofia protested. "I'd prefer to explain this to you and why it is happening, not have you make everything so simple."

"My wife and children will be here in twenty minutes. I'd like to get this meeting over so I can see them and spend time with them."

"I'm losing money and I'm looking at having to cut sections out of the magazine. I don't want to do that. My readers have come to expect something out of MYW. I don't want them to lose what they expect out of a quality magazine from Meade Publications."

"This magazine was my father's idea," Daniel told her. "I am not my father; I'm very different from Bradford. I'm not going to shut your magazine down but I want you to meet with accounting about how to conserve your budget and where you can make cutbacks without losing quality. But remember, Sofia; I was once a magazine editor and I learned something while I was at Mode. It's all about quality, not quantity. Don't throw money at making something bigger; spend time on making things better."

Just then, the door to the office opened and then closed shortly thereafter. "Daddy, can we play now?" a small voice asked.

Daniel looked over at the door to see his two-year-old son, William, walking towards him. "Just a moment, Ms. Reyes," he said. He got up and walked over to William. "Ms. Reyes, I'd like to introduce you to my son, William. Will, this is Ms. Reyes."

Sofia smiled at the little boy as Daniel picked him up and carried him back to his desk. "He looks just like you," she said.

"That's what Betty always says," Daniel replied, settling his son in his lap. "My mom said that the day he was born."

"Daddy, can we play now?" William asked again. "I wanted to play with you. Grandma Claire has Baby and Mamma took Sarah to see the clothes lady."

"Soon, Will, I promise," his father replied. "I need to finish up my meeting with Ms. Reyes. Do you want to go talk to Miss Amanda? I bet she has candy for you."

"No, I want you."

Daniel smiled and stroked his son's head. "So, if you can find ways to focus on quality, not quantity, I would bet you would be able to get more advertisers. And talk to the guys in accounting; I'm sure that they would be more than willing to help you."

Sofia looked at him. He had changed; he still wore the same designer three-piece suits but he wasn't the man she had met eleven years earlier. That Daniel Meade wouldn't have had pictures of his wife and family on his desk and let his little son interrupt his meetings. This Daniel Meade was a husband and father before he was anything else. "Didn't Betty date a guy in accounting for a while?" she asked.

He nodded. "Henry Grubstick left Meade Publications several years ago. And Betty is with me now; we've been married for six years now. Don't try to mess with me, Sofia. I know your tricks and I'm not interested in you. I'm not going to play your games or fall in your holes. I have three wonderful children and an amazing wife."

Amanda opened the door and stuck her head in. "I hate to interrupt but Sarah is here looking for Daddy. Can she come in?"

"Please?" Sarah's head of dark brown hair popped around the door with an eager, pleading face.

Daniel laughed and nodded. "Come right on in, honey." As his daughter ran to him and scrambled into his lap, he turned and looked at Sofia. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

She shook her head. "You've changed a lot, Daniel Meade."

He kissed Sarah's head as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Bye-bye!" Will said as Sofia stood up.

Daniel smiled. "I'm a father," he told her. "It changed everything."

"Betty is going to want a picture of that," Amanda remarked, observing her boss with his two older children.

"Then get your camera," he replied as Sarah kissed his cheek.

His assistant laughed and did as he suggested while Sofia left. Amanda had grown closer to Daniel and come to like him and Betty especially after their children were born. She always had candy in her desk for Sarah and Will and they both adored "Miss Amanda." On Daniel's desk was a picture she had taken of him and his children on a previous visit to his office. William was in his father's arms and Sarah was on his back. Daniel was laughing and Sarah was kissing his cheek. His suit was rumpled and he was tickling William. It was perfect because it wasn't. It sat next to a picture a professional photographer had taken of the Meade family after Lucas was born. Betty was seated on a bed with Lucas in her arms. Daniel was kneeling behind her looking over her shoulder while holding William with one arm and wrapping the other arm around his wife and Sarah who was standing next to her mother with one arm wrapped around her mother's shoulder and her other hand was stroking her baby brother's foot. It was black and white and beautiful in its simplicity. But the picture next to it showed more emotions.


22.

"I had a meeting with Sofia today," Daniel told his wife that night when they were in their room and she was feeding Lucas.

"I heard," she replied. "How is she?"

He shrugged, stroking Lucas's little foot. "She's Sofia. I'm not sure she expected me to be where I am now."

"Darling, I didn't expect you to be here when I met you. The man I met eleven years ago never would have married Betty Suarez or had three children with her. Look at those pictures on your desk sometime. The Daniel Meade I met never would be in those pictures. He wouldn't have gotten married and had children. He wouldn't have pictures of his children on his desk, if he did have children. And if he got married, he would have one or two pictures of his supermodel wife in suggestive poses on his desk. You have a picture from our wedding and then pictures of us with our children."

"I grew up," he replied. "That was what stunned Sofia. My children were more important to me than work. And that's never something that would have happened before. And that's not the way my father was at all. Bradford put work and women above everything else, especially family. He never would have let us interrupt meetings the way I let Will and Sarah."

"But he did love you. He loved your mother despite his infidelities. He loved you; remember that his dying wish was for me to take care of you."

Daniel smiled. "I think he knew something that the rest of us didn't."

"Love was made for me and you," she replied before looking down at Lucas. "You, sir, will be drinking out of a bottle as soon as you get teeth. So stop trying to bite me."

"Sometimes I wonder if I'm more jealous of him or of you when you feed him."

Betty looked up at her husband. "What do you mean?"

"You get to feed him in this incredibly intimate way and you get to bond with him. But then he gets to nurse on your breasts."

She rolled her eyes. "At heart, you're still the same Daniel Meade Playboy that you were when I met you. You just want to play with my boobs."

"And love you for your body and your mind," he told her. "And you're the mother of my children. And you make amazing food. And if you would ever come back to Mode, you're an amazing writer and editor."

"Shut up and take off your shirt. It might make me like you more."


23.

Nikolas Daniel Meade was probably the most active of his siblings. Even before he was born, his mother was convinced he wanted to be a soccer player. "All he does is kick me," she told Daniel one day when she was dropping off a freelance article she'd written for Hot Flash at her mother-in-law's request. After dropping off the article, she'd gone up to her husband's office to talk to him and rescue him from their children. "I'm pretty sure this baby thinks that my bladder is a soccer ball."

Daniel kissed her. "I'll give you a foot massage when I get home. And you're due soon."

"Not soon enough," she replied. "If I went into labor now, I'd be happy. I can't wait two more weeks to get this kid out of me. My back is killing me and I'm just so tired all the time. I'd rather wake up to a screaming baby at three in the morning than look like a whale much longer."

"You don't look like a whale," he told her. "You're gorgeous."

"Well, I feel like a beached whale."

He kissed her cheek. "I'll give you a foot massage and a back rub when I get home. And I'm pretty sure that we can dump the rest of the kids off on my mom this weekend if that would help you."

"Mommy, you're leaking," Sarah said from her father's chair where she was spinning around.

"Oh shit," Betty muttered. "Daniel, call your mom and ask her to watch the kids. This one isn't going to wait any longer. Call my doctor and get me to the hospital."


24.

Less than two hours later, Nikolas Meade had made his grand entrance into the world. He had been ten pounds of screaming baby boy Meade but looked all Suarez. Out of all the Meade children, he looked the most Mexican. He had the darkest skin, hair, and eyes. He was also the biggest of the Meade children. He had been ten pounds, seven ounces and twenty-three inches long. "Daniel wasn't even that big," Claire had remarked on meeting her newborn grandson. "I don't know how you did that, Betty dear."

Betty smiled looking at the baby in her arms. "I think I broke Daniel's hand."

Her husband shook his head. "No, but I am deaf from all the screaming. I'm not sure who screams louder, Nikolas or his mother."

"When you've given birth to a baby that big, you can complain. Until then, shut up and enjoy the baby."

Daniel smiled. "He is a beautiful baby."

"He's perfect," Betty said, stroking her son's little hands.

"Can we play with him?" William asked.

His father laughed. "Not yet, buddy, you've got to let him get a little bigger."

"He's a baby," six-year-old Sarah remarked. "All they do is eat, sleep, and poop."

"Then why did we get one?" her four-year-old brother asked.

"Because Mommy and I love this baby," Daniel replied.

"Doll?" two-year-old Lucas asked his father. "Can I play with the doll?"

"It's not a doll, sweetie," Betty told her son.

"I want to play!"

Claire Meade took her grandson from his father's arms. "Lucas, you and I can go play together someplace. Do you want to play trucks?"

"I like trucks!"

"That's perfect," she told him as she took him out of the room. "I happen to have some trucks at my house that need to be played with. Can you help me?"

"She's taking care of the kids until you come back home," Daniel told his wife.

Betty smiled. "She's a fantastic grandmother."

"And your dad is stocking up our freezer until you're ready to cook again."

"I thought I taught you how to cook."

"We have four children to take care of and you're out of commission for a week or so," her husband said. "And I'm supposed to be at work for at least four or five hours a day. When am I supposed to find time to cook?"

"You have a point there, Mr. Meade."

"So are you going to sign Nikolas up for soccer now?" Sarah asked her mother, climbing up on the bed.

"We'll give a little time to grow. He can wait until he's Lucas's age."


25.

That December, Betty and Daniel decided to take a family portrait to send out with Christmas cards. They just wanted to do something simple, so they asked Becks to help out by doing something at their house. Unfortunately, dealing with four children under the age of seven was never simple. Nikolas, who was three months old, decided that he was hungry just when Daniel and Betty had gotten his three older siblings organized. Something that should have taken an hour at most ended up taking five hours. "I'm so glad I'm not the marriage and kids type," Becks told Daniel at one point when Sarah was chasing William around the living room because he had accidentally stepped on her foot.

Daniel looked over at Betty who was breast-feeding Nikolas nearby and smiled as he adjusted Lucas on his hip. "Hold that thought," Becks said, grabbing his camera and taking a picture of Daniel, Lucas, Betty, and Nikolas. The finished product was a black and white picture of Betty and Nikolas in an artistic modern Madonna and Child with Daniel and Lucas looking at them in adoration and longing.

"That is amazing," Becks told his friend. "And that is one part of marriage and family life that I could handle. That is sexy."

Daniel smiled as Lucas said, "Daddy, I feel stinky."

"I've got to handle this one," Daniel told his friend. "But I'll be back in a couple."

"Now, that's one part of marriage that I couldn't handle," Becks muttered as Daniel walked away. "Keep me off the diaper duty list."

Betty smiled. "It's not that bad. Okay it smells horrific, but by the time they're Lucas's age, they're pretty good about telling you when they need a diaper change or whatever. We're actually working on potty-training him."

"But it's so gross."

Betty laughed as she put Nikolas in his bouncy seat and readjusted her clothes. "It's poop and pee; you do it too, Becks."

"Yeah but I'm a big boy and I can wipe my own ass."

She rolled her eyes as she picked her baby back up so she could burp him. "I'm so proud of you."

Sarah and William ran back into the room. "Mommy, William stepped on my foot."

"Will, tell your sister that you're sorry and give her a hug and a kiss."

"But, Mommy, it was an accident!"

"Just do it," his mother barked. "I want to take this picture today, not next year."

"I'm sorry, Sarah," William said before giving his sister a hug and kiss.

Becks took a picture of that and Betty smiled. "You have to admit that they're adorable," she said.

He nodded. "But I prefer visiting to having my own kids. I like coming over and taking pictures of your kids rather than living with them."

"Mommy, can I hold Nikolas?" Sarah asked.

"Sit on the couch," Betty instructed her daughter. When Sarah was settled, Betty handed the baby to her daughter. "Now be very careful."

William clambered up into his mom's lap to look at his baby brother and Becks took another picture of Betty with three of her four children. "Do I have to pay you for all of these?" she asked.

He laughed. "No, these are your Christmas present from me to your family."


26.

The final Christmas family photo was of the Meade family sitting in front of the Christmas tree. Daniel was holding Lucas while Betty held Nikolas. William was standing by his mother, leaning against her shoulder while Sarah leaned against Daniel who had one arm wrapped around her shoulders. "You guys are too damn photogenic, Becks told Betty and Daniel that evening after the kids went to bed and they were looking at the pictures on his laptop. "Some of these shots are just amazing."

He had pictures of Betty and their children and of Daniel with the kids. He had a couple of really great ones of just the kids and others of Betty and Daniel individually with each child. And then he had a few that were just Betty and Daniel. "That one is my favorite," Daniel said, pointing to a picture of him standing behind his wife with his arms wrapped around her waist. She was looking up at him and he was kissing her forehead.

"I like that one too," Betty commented. "But I think my favorite is the one of the two of us facing each other and you're holding me and I have my eyes closed."

"You look so happy," Becks said. "And Daniel just looks like a schoolboy with his first crush."

Daniel smiled and pulled his wife closer against his chest. "I like her a lot. She's pretty much amazing."

Betty smiled and snuggled up against her husband's chest. "I kind of like you too."

"Good, because I think there was something in our wedding vows about until death do us part or something weird like that," he told her.

Becks pulled out his camera again and took a picture of his friends. "I should just publish a coffee table book that is just of pictures of your family."

"You aren't publishing pictures of my family anywhere," Daniel said, Papa Lion suddenly coming out in all of his ferocity. "It's bad enough that Betty and I have to be famous; I don't want to publish pictures of my kids. I don't care if the money goes to charity. They're my kids, not models."

Becks put his hands up in the air as if surrendering. "I'm sorry. I was just kidding; I'm not really going to do it at all."

Papa Lion nodded. "I just need to protect my family."


A/N: Please review! I hope you guys liked it.