"I hate packing," Olivia complained as she threw one of her few dresses into the over packed suitcase.

David shot her a look as he threw some more of his clothes into his, "This could be the most fun part of the trip," he teased, "So, you might as well enjoy it."

Olivia rolled her eyes as she continued to rummage through her closet for things to pack, "What are we going to do down there anyway? Sit on the beach all day?"

"I might have a couple surprises hidden up my sleeves," David said as he shut the lid and zipped up his suitcase.

Olivia sighed, "I really hate surprises."

"You'll get over it," he laughed walking toward her. She stopped what she was doing and dropped the clothes in her hand to the floor. She reached up and carefully caressed his face with her hands as she gazed into his eyes.

"I am a little excited to be going," she said after a few seconds of silence.

"That's what I hoped," he smiled giving her a quick peck on the cheek, "You better hurry with that packing though because we leave at ten tonight."

It was eight o'clock already so they had two hours to finish what needed to be done. Olivia had packed all of her things she needed and pulled out a pair of pajamas to wear on the plane. There was no way she was going to sleep on a plane in jeans. She hated sleeping in jeans.

"I'm ready," Olivia said wheeling her suitcase into the living room where David was patiently waiting on the couch.

"You're wearing that?" he asked referring to her pajamas and slippers.

"Yes," she said seriously, "Is that a problem?"

"No," he chuckled, "I just don't think I've ever seen you go into public in your pajamas."

"You won't see it again either," she said grabbing her keys off the counter, "Now let's go so we don't miss out flight."

They headed off to the airport and went through all of the security precautions and then waited in line to hand the counter their tickets.

"They better not lose my luggage," Olivia said to David.

"If they do, I'll buy you all new things."

She smiled and placed her arm in his and rested her head on his shoulder until it was their turn to aboard the plane. Olivia climbed over the first seat over to the spot closest to the window and sat down while David took their carryon bag and stuffed it in the storage space above them.

"You going to sleep?" David asked handing her the purple blanket she brought.

"Yep," she said taking it from his hands.

When David sat down and got comfortable and pulled Olivia close to him and she rested against his shoulder so she could sleep. David was getting tired too so he rested his head on top of hers and they rode the whole plane ride asleep.

"Liv," David whispered shaking her gently, "Wake up. We're here."

Olivia's eyes fluttered open and she yawned before raising her arms in the air and stretching. "That was fast," she said.

"Well we did sleep the whole way," David said as he stood up to grab their bag.

"Are you sure you know your way to the hotel?" Olivia asked as they gathered their luggage.

"Positive," he replied.

They pushed their way through the crowd of the airport and outside into the warm air and the sweet smell of the south. Olivia followed David who was packing both suitcases and leading the way to the hotel where they would be staying.

"This is the beach," Olivia stated when they arrived on a private sandy area near the ocean, "What are we doing here?"

David pointed to a house that was a few yards in front of them and Olivia stopped in her tracks.

"David," she said in a shaky voice, "Whose house is that?"

"Mine," he said using his hand to block the sunlight that was beaming in his eyes.

She looked at him and then back at the beach house. It was a gorgeous two story house that was painted white with windows all around. There was a fence around it keeping it private and from what Olivia could see the top floor looked stunning. She could see the balcony from where they were walking and she couldn't wait to stand on it.

"So this is why you chose Louisiana?" she asked beginning to walk again.

"Yeah," he said, "I hope you'll like it."

As they approached the door, David took out his keys from his pocket and turned them into the lock. He walked inside and sat the suitcases down on the couch.

"This is beautiful," Olivia gasped as she looked around. The place was fully furnished with nice white things and it felt just like a beach house. The sun shone through the windows lighting the place up and making it feel like you were standing outside, minus the heat. She took a look around at the walls and noticed some pictures that were hanging up.

There was a particular one that caught her eye. It was a girl who seemed slightly younger than David wearing sunglasses and making a funny pose and David was in the background laughing.

"Who's this?" Olivia asked pointing to the woman.

"That's my little sister," David said walking closer to the picture, "She lives in California. We don't talk much."

"How come?" Olivia asked intrigued to know more about her.

"We just don't," David said leaving it at that. "Are you hungry?" he asked walking into the kitchen and grabbing a phone book.

"I want to go to the beach," Olivia said sitting down at a stool at the bar counter.

"We should eat first," David said, "I have something planned for us tonight."

"What is it?" she asked with her eyes growing wide like a little kid on Christmas.

"You'll see tonight," he said flipping open the phone book.

"What would you like to eat?"

"Uh, Chinese?"

"This is Louisiana," David said looking up from the phone book at her, "We will not be having Chinese. What about we order from the best biscuit place I know?"

"Sounds good," Olivia said getting up to explore more of the house.

While David made the order in for their lunch, Olivia walked into the back of the house where there were two bedrooms. She walked into one of them and saw that it was painted with airplanes around the top border. It looked like it was made for a little boy. Then she found a picture frame sitting on a dresser of a little boy wearing a baseball cap and smiling a big cheesy smile. She wondered who it was. She sat the picture back down and then wondered off into the other bedroom. The walls were painted a very light blue and the bedspread was a darker blue. There were white candles aligning the dresser and Olivia thought she could dig it. She had always liked candles. When she turned around to head back into the living room she saw David leaning up against the wall in the doorway.

"Do you think you can put up with this house for two weeks?"

"I think so," she smiled wrapping her arms around him. "Just one question, who's that little boy in the picture in the other room?"

David sighed and rubbed his hand up an down Olivia's back, "That's my son."

Olivia paused for a moment, "You have a son?"

He nodded, "He lives with his mother in Nashville. It was a bad divorce."

"I'm sorry," Olivia said leaning her head against his chest.

"Not your fault," he said, "But now you have to tell me something about you."

"When did we make this deal?" Olivia laughed as she let go of him and walked into the living room leaving him to chase after her.

"Just now," he smiled sitting on the couch, "Just one thing."

Olivia sighed, "I don't have a favorite color."
"I already knew that," David said, "Tell me something about your family."
"I don't have one," Olivia said sadly, "There you go. I answered a question."

David was curious to learn more about Olivia's background but, he didn't want to force her to tell him information. He wanted her to tell her willingly.

"About tonight," David said as he noticed Olivia staring at the pictures once again, "Wear something nice yet playful."

"What do you mean by 'playful?'"

"Like a nice summer dress," he answered, "Something that can sway in the wind."
Olivia raised an eyebrow and sighed happily as David grabbed her hand and held it in his. That didn't last very long until their lunch arrived. David got up to answer the door and they shared a lunch of famous fried chicken and biscuits with a cherry pie for dessert.