"You know, when you suggested that we get married by Elvis, I thought you were joking." Andy held his wife in the large Whirlpool tub in their Presidential suite, "I mean, I'm glad I was able to talk you out of it, but you were totally serious back there, weren't you..." It wasn't a question and she knew that.
Sharon chuckled, "I was in love with him since I was just a girl and when in Vegas..." She shrugged, "I'm surprised Lieutenant Provenza agreed to watch Kate for a few days."
"Well, it's mostly the kid watching her with Louie making sure he eats."
She nodded, "I trust Rusty wholeheartedly, especially when it comes to Katherine. She's taken with him. Like a fish to water really. I know the Lieutenant would make sure they're tended to, but...I'm relaxed, I have the love of my life in this hot tub, and I haven't a care in the world right now. Not a single one. Can you believe that?"
"When you aren't worried, you look even more beautiful." Andy nuzzled his face against her neck, softly kissing the area, "I didn't even think that was possible."
"It doesn't happen often enough, really." Sharon admitted, "You know, we should try to do this once in a while. Not necessarily come here, but...just taking a night or two at a hotel. Even if it's the one a few blocks from home. Just something that we can go to get away."
"I think that's a great idea. Little anniversary trips..."
"Hopefully we aren't too busy." She sighed before moving over to sit on his lap and kiss his lips fully and deeply.
Mac holds her wife closely as they sway, one of the many first dances as a committed union, "That went great, didn't it? Not a dry eye in the house. Just the way I like it." She smirks, pecking the other woman's lips with her own, "And you...my heart skipped a beat when I saw you...when Dad was walking me down the aisle."
"I think it threw people because the one in the suit is usually the one in the front. The one in the white dress is usually the one to be handed off." Robin shrugs, smirking, "Your Dad couldn't stop crying, your Mom just had a grin on her face and glistening eyes, hell...even your Dad's work partner was crying."
"Uncle Louie is...well...an enigma, to be honest. I wouldn't trade him for the world."
"He seems like a character. I can't wait to get to know everyone better." She shrugs, "We kind of keep to ourselves a lot. Most of which is my fault because I'm not used to having a large extended family, or a close knit family, but...I wouldn't mind if we, maybe, moved closer to everyone. I know you wouldn't mind spending more time with Katie. She seems like a pistol."
"My parents are saints for putting up with her shit." Mac chuckles softly, "You don't know the half of it. Quick as a whip, ball of energy. She's...the best parts of both of her parents." She pauses, "Or the most annoying, take your pick."
"And Rusty...has been talking to my cousin since we walked in. He's exactly Jin's type." Robin grins broadly, hearing the music begin to trail off. When her wife dips her and kisses her deeply, she hears the room erupt in whistles and applause. "We should go thank everyone...maybe get a drink...or five?"
"Sounds like a plan, Mrs. Flynn."
"We're setting some ground rules for this wedding, Katherine." Sharon brought her large coffee mug to her mouth as it was settled nicely between her hands.
"I don't like rules, Mom." Kate rested her elbow on the table, watching the woman in front of her, "Why do I need rules at a party?"
"Because there will be people there that you don't know...and even ones that I don't know."
The young girl nodded, "Okay."
"You don't leave with anyone you do not know. It doesn't matter if you they need help, it doesn't matter if you think they work there, it doesn't matter if you think we know them, you always find your father or myself." Sharon kept a serious expression on her face, watching her youngest daughter, "That's the most important one."
"Okay. Don't leave with strangers, check." Kate motioned with her finger in the air, motioning a check mark, "What about Uncle Louie?"
"Uncle Louie is fine, he's your uncle, and not a stranger. Just like any of your siblings are fine."
"My brothers and sisters."
"Yes." Sharon nodded slowly, "Exactly. The plan is for you to spend the night with either Eve or Chad. It's up to you."
"I need to take care of my baby, Mom." Kate mirrored the same serious expression her mother was showing, always serious when it came to her niece, "Why aren't you and Daddy coming home?"
"Well, because we'll be too busy helping and we will be very tired."
"Is it so that the two of you can do your special hugging?"
Sharon furrowed her brow, tilting her head to the side, "Special hugging?"
"One time I went to your room. You and Daddy didn't hear me, but you were awake and..." She shrugged, "Rusty called it special hugging. That people who love one another like to special hug and it's their private time together. You and Daddy are going to be special hugging?"
It had taken the woman a moment to realize what the girl was referring to, "Sleeping mostly. You aren't exactly quiet, Katherine." She folded her arms, leaning back in her seat, knowing her face was heating up with a blush. "And you're going to be tired too. It's a long day. Everyone is going to be tired after the long day and the party."
Kate leaned forward, touching her forehead against her mother's, "Everyone is going to be special hugging probably." She knowingly responded, waving her eyebrows.
Sharon placed her hand on the girl's cheek, moving her face up to kiss the girl on the nose, "I'm going to kill your brother."
"Come on, kid. I've danced with your mother twice and people are starting to think it's weird." Provenza offers his hand to the Commander's eldest daughter, a smirk painting his face, "I'd rather they thought it was weird with you than with her."
"I understand." Eve rises from her seat, taking his hand, "Don't have to work with me."
"Exactly my thinking." He guides her over, "There's something about slow dancing that relaxes the hell outta me...and I don't like to see you sitting alone."
"Julio is at the bar, Chad is sticking with Freya, and Rusty is..." She glances around, "Over there, making out with Robin's cousin...I think that's her cousin. He's got a few drinks in him as well." She shrugs, letting him lead as they sway with the dance, "I'm not too wild about big parties, anyway. I like the preparation, the pampering, the dressing up, and all that, but I'm not one for the other stuff. Interacting and the like."
"I get ya." Louie nods, "I'm surprised you aren't with Julio at the bar. I already had my three drink max. Scotch on the rocks."
Eve realizes he doesn't know, also realizing she's lost track of who knows her news and who doesn't, "That would be because I'm pregnant and my feet hurt too much to keep standing with him, partaking in nothing but listening to them talk and watch the ball game on the television in there."
He raises an eyebrow, "Well, congratulations. Hell of a way to tell your favorite uncle."
"You aren't actually my uncle though." She giggles to herself, noticing his mock horror.
"And why haven't you taken those heels off? I'd have rubbed your feet for you."
"I know you would have, but people would probably think that was weird. Not for us, but weird to other people who don't really know us." Eve raises her eyebrows, "I have this thing that I don't like to disassemble a clothing ensemble until I'm finished with the occasion. Which is why I didn't switch to the flat loafers Mac and Robin gave the bridesmaids at the wedding rehearsal." She leans her head on his should, "I will when I get into the car, but not until then."
Louie listens intently, "So you're crazy. Got it." He likes this. There was something about the eldest Raydor child that he connected to nearly instantly, ever since the crime scene in which he met her, and she was the victim. They both connected on a different level and he'd probably do anything for her if she asked him. It was because of her that he gave her mother a true chance as the leader of his division.
"Certifiably." She hums a chuckle in his ear, hearing him reciprocate the emotion. "Mom and Andy are having a great time, everyone is having a great time. Mac and Robin look absolutely beautiful and they can't stop smiling."
"Weddings do that for people. That's why I've had quite a few of them." His hand rests reassuringly on the small of her back, "It's okay to forget about the worries and just...enjoy things. Like now. You're a great dancer."
"Says the man that leads." Eve raises an eyebrow, picking her head up a moment to make eye contact with him, "I used to do this. Dance. I used to dance when I was younger, between the sports. It kind of sucked to lose it."
"Why did you need to lose it? Can't you and Julio just...dance?" His hand begins to gently rub her back, "We get older, but there's a lot we can keep doing. I mean, look at me, knocking at death's door and still the most handsome guy in the room."
"How do you do it?" She grins widely, "I'm jealous."
Provenza rolls his eyes, teasing her, "Some people are lucky like me, I guess."
"Dad, can I, like, ask you something and you not get all upset and shit?" Mac had taken a seat next to her father on the overstuffed sofa in the living room of his home. When she notices him nod, she continues, glad the Dodgers game was on so he wouldn't pay too much attention to what stupid question she had to ask. "Do you think Matt would have liked Robin?"
Andy instinctively put his arm around her shoulders as they sat there, "Honestly, baby, I didn't really have much time to learn...or relearn, how my son was. I didn't know about his life where he was before he came home. I didn't know the things he suffered there and elsewhere." The subject of his son caused him to swallow, nervous about the topic in general. "However, Matty loved you as much as I love you." He paused, his eyes remaining on the television before him as he attempted to keep her from noticing the tears that were beginning to form in his lower lids, "And I see how much you love Robin and how much she loves you."
She could feel herself getting upset, but leans against her father more, hiding her wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand from him. Not speaking, not able to. All she could do was listen.
"And I know that anyone who loves you as much as she does, as much as we do, and treats you like the Queen that you are, is okay in my book." He nodded, a tear finally spilling over, slowly down his cheek. "As long as you're happy, safe, and taken care of, we'd like whoever you brought to us." He smiled softly, "He'd have loved her, baby. Don't worry."
Mac nodded a little, reaching up to hold onto him more as if she was just a girl. Matthew Flynn had been on her mind lately and it was something she just needed to know. Something she needed to hear with her own two ears. Something she needed to hear from her father. "I love you, Daddy." She whispered out.
Andy's arm wrapped around her more, his tone matching her's, "I love you too, baby."