The moonlight glow shines above them as they sit in the yard behind the house. The Baptism had gone off without a hitch. Louie and Liz Provenza may have marked the oldest godparents to date, but they were both excited that it was one another that the child had to depend on. Everyone important to their lives were present, even their children on both sides. Rusty had invited his girlfriend of a few months and had left to take her home.

Sharon cuddles the infant against her chest, stroking her fine hair, "Still smells like chrism."

"Chrism?"

"The oil that the priest put on her head." She smirks, kissing the baby's temple, "It has a very distinct smell."

Andy nods, keeping an arm wrapped around her, "Everything went off pretty great, didn't it?"

Sharon glances to him, "Couldn't have gone any better, actually."

He shrugs, "Well, Mrs. Flynn, it could have if you let us announce what we did over the weekend."

"That isn't exactly something you announce to family-"

"You know what I mean." Andy chuckles.

"It was Kate's day. I didn't want to...I didn't want to take it from her."

"Katie is pretty happy that her parents are married. If she isn't, she should be." He nods, "We could have at least told your parents."

"I'll tell them later." Sharon smiles, "Don't worry, would you?" She takes her free hand and places it on his cheek, kissing him softly, "People will know. I'm proud to be your wife."

"Never would have thought I'd be so lucky." Andy kisses her in return, "How about we put her to bed, sit on the sofa, relax..." He waves his eyebrows.

"Relax?"

He hums his response, with a nod. Andy slowly gets up, picking the baby from her arms, and offering his hand to help her up.

Sharon smirks, taking his hand and standing, taking the baby back. She walks past him to the house and baby's room.

Flynn steps inside, sliding some old classic Blues album he had brought from his place into the player. He turns the music on for just the living room, then lights the extensive amount of candles in the room, letting them light it completely. He stands in the doorway, waiting for her return, and offers her his hand when she exits the baby's room.

She giggles softly, taking his hand and leaning into him as they sway to the music, "You were right, this is relaxing."

"Told you that it would be." Andy slides his hand to her lower back, pulling her closer to him. "You looked so beautiful today. Something about the way the sunlight from the stained glass windows accentuated your eyes...I would have taken you right there on the alter."

"I don't think Father Joe would have liked that very much." Sharon blushes, smirking as she places her cheek against her husband's chest.

"Never know." He chuckles, placing his face against her hair, "I'm glad you didn't want a big ceremony."

"Last time I had a big ceremony, it ended in unhappiness. It ended in unhappiness and hate for someone I once loved and admired. I couldn't risk that again."

"I feel the same way." He nods, "Sometimes bigger isn't better."

"Being that we have waited so long for this to...flourish, I think we will be fine." Sharon picks her head up to look him in the eye, "Rusty's girlfriend seemed nice."

Andy smirks, "She looked like you." He shrugs, kissing her jaw, "Not too much, but just enough."

"Oh, she did not-"

"She did, Shar. They say boys look for their mother in their girlfriends. Well..." He tilts his head to the side, "We know who he considers his mother."

Sharon grins, reaching her hand up to stroke his sideburns with her nails, "I'm very flattered."

"Best mother that kid has ever had." He kisses her lips softly, "Only mother he's ever wanted."

"Hmmm." She drapes an arm around his neck, holding his lips against her own, "Well, you're the best father that Katie could ask for...Rusty too, and you've helped my children more than...more than their own father ever did." Sharon pauses, placing a hand over her own chest, "Thank you. From the bottom of my heart."

"We're a family. That's what family does, Sharon." Andy nods, "Haven't we been over this already."

"Yes, but I still mean it. This is new territory to me still. We've...it was a year the other day. It has been a year since we created Kate."

"Did you write that down?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Well...It's something I remember." Sharon tilts her head to the side, "When it's been twenty years since..." She nods, knowing he would understand where she was going.

"Ah." Flynn smirks, "It was good."

"It was." She raises an eyebrow.

"We could do that again." He finally dips her as they continue to sway to the music, kissing her deeply as he brings her back up.

"What about Rusty coming home?"

"He took his girlfriend home. They're probably off making out somewhere in his car." He chuckles when she playfully hits his arm, "Look, I told him to be back by midnight. When I was his age, I was home ten minutes after."

"You also didn't have a record at his age."

"That's not true, but let's not get into that, Mrs. Flynn."

"I didn't take your name, so I'm technically not Mrs. Flynn."

"You can change it later." He smirks, pulling her over to the sofa.

"What makes you think I want to?"

"To have the same last name as our daughter." Andy nods, sinking to the sofa.

Sharon hums her approval as she follows him, "I see your point."

"So will you?"

"I think I can be swayed into doing so."

He nods, letting her sit before he places his lips against hers.

She responds by slowly turning and straddling his lap, never once breaking the kiss. Sharon lets her nimble fingers slowly unbutton his dress shirt.

Flynn lets his hand travel up her form fitting black skirt and rest just inside the elastic of her panties at her hip.

Sharon grins, slowly grinding against him, still fully clothed.

"Sharon, do we have any-" Another voice tries, the usual gait of shoes can be heard, but not until it's too late, "Whoa, okay." Rusty covers his eyes, "Yeah, so...Okay...I'm going to...Huh...Well..." He slowly turns away, darting to his bedroom.

She falls against her husband, giggling, "We'd better get to our room before we get yelled at."

"Couldn't have said it better myself." Flynn lets her down, standing from the sofa, his own sign of appreciation toward her fully relevant in his trousers, causing her to laugh even harder, "That's not a vote of confidence, Shar."

"I'm sorry, it's just...It's, once I get started with this, it's hard for me to...It's hard for me to stop." Sharon holds onto his hand as they fumble toward their bedroom.

"We'll figure out a way." He smirks, kissing her once more as they stumble through the doorway, nearly slamming the door behind them.