Saturday, August 26th, Cameron, Massachusetts...

As lovely as their honeymoon had been, both Skye and Jeffrey were more than happy to enter back into the hustle and bustle of the Penderwick household. They had pulled up to Gardam Street to find a bright pink note on the front door.

Skye and Jeffery:
If you're seeing this note, we're at the soccer fields. Meet us there.
XOXO,
Rosy

And so, they were in the parking lot of the local soccer fields. Sure enough, there was a game going on. Ben, Hope, and Grace, under the influence of Skye and Jane, had fallen in love with the game, and so, once again, the Penderwick weekends were full of black and white balls.

Walking up to the bleachers, Skye tried to see where her family was sitting. After all, considering the vast number of them, they usually weren't that hard to spot. It was Jeffrey who found them first, though.

"There they are, Skye."

Grabbing her hand, he pulled her after him as he ran up the bleachers to where everyone was sitting. What followed was lots of hugging, lots of sly comments and winks on everyone else's part, and lots of grinning and blushing on Skye and Jeffrey's.

They were saved future embarrassment by the arrival of Ben from the field below where he had been playing. He was covered in mud and grinning.

"Well, since no one cared enough to watch the end of the game, we won." With that, he hugged Skye and Jeffery. "Can we go get pizza?" The vote was unanimously in favor of the proposal.

Later, in Antonio's Pizza...

"Good, grief! Why is he here?" Skye was staring at the nearing form of a young man in absolutely disgust. "And why did you wave him over, Jane?"

"Because. I couldn't just ignore him, could I?"

"Yes! You could have, and I wish you would have! Now I have to deal with the ignorant jer-"

"Hello, Skye. Err, hello, everyone."

Jane smiled as Skye glared straight ahead not even acknowledging the newcomer.

"Hello, Pearson!" Everyone, except Skye, followed suit. Pearson, however, was only looking at her. Jane, frowning at her sister's lack of manners, poked her in the ribs. "Skye? Aren't you going to say hello?"

"Hello."

"Hi, Skye! How have you been?" The guy just wouldn't take a hint.

"Just dandy."

"That's nice. I've been good, too. You haven't been around here for awhile."

"No, really? That's funny. I hadn't noticed."Frowning, Jeffery leaned over to his wife.

"Skye! Be nice!" he hissed. She glared at him, too. Oblivious, Pearson forged along.

"What have you been doing?"

"Practicing my uppercut."

"Oh. Hey, how about dinner and a movie."

Eyes flashing, Skye stood up. That was going too far.

That night...

Jeffery was laying in the guest bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering how on earth he was going to bridge the topic that had been bugging him to the woman lying next to him. Deciding that, with Skye at least, a direct approach was the best, he took a deep breath.

"Skye, do you really think it was necessary to punch that poor guy in the nose?"

"It's not like it's the first time. Besides, did you hear what he said?"

"Yes, but you can hardly blame him, Skye. He didn't know we were married."

"He shouldn't have asked anyway. I've been telling him for a decade to stop asking me out, and he still isn't listening."

"He'll listen this time, after what you did to him."

"I wouldn't bet on it."

"He'd better listen, or he'll be hearing from me. You're mine now." He winced as she turned on him, eyes flashing. Hurrying to fix his mistake, he help up his hands in surrender. "Sorry! Figure of speech."

"It better have been." Smiling, she snuggled closer to him. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into a warm hug. Her fingers began to draw small circles on his ribs as she sighed.

"Jeffery, why does he like me?"

"I'm not really the person to ask about that, Skye, seeing as I'm afflicted with the same disease."

"But you have a reason to like me." He laughed. "I mean, for the most part, I've been pretty nice to you." He grinned.

"Pretty nice..."

"Jeffery! Like I was saying, I have been nothing but horrible to that jerk, and he still likes me. I just don't get it!" He pulled her closer and chuckled.

"Oh, Skye. You just don't know the power of your charms."

Still smiling, he kissed her frowning face, thinking yet again just how lucky he was. Had things turned out differently, he could have been another Pearson. She pressed harder, and her let her in, enjoying the way that she tasted.

She was on top of him in a flash, and he let them both sink further into the bed. As she started to pull at his teeshirt, though, he grabbed her wrists and pushed her away gently. Holding her at arms length, he stared at her in the dark with his eyebrows raised.

"Skye! We're in your father's guest room, in a house with eight other people! What are you thinking!?" She laughed and kissed him chastely.

"Okay. But as soon as we get home..." Grinning, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead.

"Goodnight, honey."

"Goodnight."

Wow. I actually wrote two chapters in one day. Yippee! Please keep the reviews coming.