October 9th, Emory University, Atlanta, Georgia...

"Dearest, what do you think your family will say?"

"Nathaniel, darling, do we really have to think about that now?" She looked up at her husband through her long lashes, a small smile on her face. "We just got married, after all..."

She moaned as his lips met hers in a searing kiss. Not caring that they were standing in the middle of the campus, she kissed him back with all the passion she possessed. Much too soon, however, he was pulling away, again.

"All the same, sweetheart, I think we ought bear them the glad tidings."

Sighing, she nodded and pulled out her phone. There was no doubt who she was going to call first.

Meanwhile, 12 Hamilton St., Boston, Massachusetts...

Skye was sitting at her desk in their bedroom, surrounded by dozens of research notebooks and mounds and mounds of papers and data. In other words, she was trying to make some headway on her dissertation. It didn't help that her husband was laying on the bed, reading a book, and laughing out loud every few minutes. As the sound of his chuckle filled the room, yet again, she slammed her book shut.

"Jeffrey! Could you please try and be a bit more quite?" He laughed again.

"I'm sorry, honey. But listen to this: Sabrina tripped over the -"

"Jeffrey! Quoting my sister's book while I'm trying to write really isn't helpful! Why are you reading that anyway? You already know that Sabrina rescues that stupid writer. Sabrina always succeeds in her rescues!"

"I know, but it's still fun to read. Besides, you'd think you'd be proud of Jane. This is the third book she has gotten published in the last 2 years. And she's only 22!"

"I know how old she is, Jeffrey, and I am proud of her, but I don't need to have your quote her every few seconds. I've had Sabrina Starr quoted to me for over a decade!" He laughed and nodded.

"Alright, Skye. But you really should read this one. It's very good! I think your suggestion made a big difference in Jane's writing."

"Which one?" She rolled her eyes.

"The idea to make Sabrina into a government agent."

"I was joking!"

"Apparently Jane liked the idea, anyway..."

"That would be a first. Do you know that -"

Here she was cut off by the sound of Jeffrey's phone playing Bach. He set Sabrina Starr aside, and answered his phone.

"Hello?"

"Jeffrey? It's Jane!"

He grinned at the sound of his sister-in-law's excited voice. She was happy about something. Skye turned around in her chair and looked at him. He smiled and beckoned her closer.

"Jane! We were just talking about you! What's going on?"

He wrapped an arm around his wife as she laid down next to him, resting her head on his chest so she could hear her sister.

"Oh, Jeffrey! I have never been so happy in my entire wonderful life! I'm perfectly ecstatic! It's as if everything has been put under a wonderful spell!"

Without even looking down, he knew that Skye was rolling her eyes.

"That's wonderful, Jane. What happened to set off this joyful mood?"

"I got married."

What happened in the next second was chaos. Skye sat up so abruptly, that she banged into Jeffrey's chin, who yelped and nearly dropped the phone, holding his throbbing jaw.

"Jeffrey? Jeffrey! Are you okay?"

Rubbing their head and jaw, respectively, Skye and Jeffrey settled back into their previous position.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Did you really just tell me that your married? When did that happen?"

Her soft laugh floated through the speaker.

"Yes! This morning! It was so romantic, Jeffery."

"Wow." He looked at Skye, who was frantically mouthing, Who?. "Um, who is he, Jane?"

"Nathaniel Hawthorne."

Skye and Jeffrey looked at each other, seriously concerned for Jane's sanity.

"Um, Jane? I hate to break it to you, but Nathaniel Hawthorne died 1864..."

She laughed again, and Jeffrey began to get very worried.

"Not the Nathaniel Hawthorne, Jeffrey, though he is perhaps an even better writer. Nathaniel Hawthorne the sixth. He's a direct descendant."

"Oh..." Skye was laughing silently into his shirt by this point. "You said he's a writer?"

"Oh, yes! If he put his mind to it, he could be the best writer of the 21st century." Jeffrey had to cover the mouthpiece of this phone so the girl couldn't hear her sister's snort. "He's trying to get his 7th book published, and all the agencies want rights to it."

"Really? What sort of things does he write?"

"Mainly satires as of now, but this latest book is a tragedy. It's so beautifully depressing!"

By this point, even Jeffrey was struggling to keep a straight face.

"Really? How did the two of you meet? And when?"

"We met in poetry class two weeks ago. Apparently, he'd been watching me from across the room since class started, but he only wrote a poem serious enough to give to me two weeks ago. He's so sweet."

The sound of kissing could now be heard in the background. Skye pretended to gag at this, and Jeffrey smiled. She should have been used to kisses by now.

"Well. Are we ever going to get to meet this mysterious fellow?"

There was some commotion in the background, and then a slightly breathless laugh from Jane.

"Oh, yes! Maybe next week? We have a long weekend..."

"Alright. We'll keep in touch."

"Okay. I love you guys."

The sound of giggles could be heard as she ended the call.

For a minute, they both just laid there on the bed, not really believing what they had just heard. Then, the hilarity of the situation hit them. He pulled her small frame closer to his, as their bodies shook with laughter. When they had finally caught their breath, Jeffrey laughed.

"You know, we really should have expected this from Jane." She nodded.

"I know. If any of us were going to elope, it was going to be Jane."

"Gosh. Jane married. I can't really believe it... In my mind she should still be that 11 year old girl who came and knocked on my door to apologize for her older sister's behavior." Skye laughed.

"It's a good thing she did, too. If she hadn't, we probably wouldn't be laying here now..."

He grinned and rolled over onto her.

"Then I agree, it's a very good thing." He kissed her - hard. He smirked as he pulled way after a moment. "I'm sure they'll have a very nice wedding night." She blushed and shuddered.

"Don't put that picture in my mind, please. They'll probably spend it comparing literary devices." He smiled.

"Do you remember our wedding night, Skye?" She rolled her eyes.

"Duh! It wasn't that long ago, you dope. We've only been married two months!"

"You're right..." He leaned closer. "Care for a reprise?" She blushed.

"Jeffrey!"

"What?"

"It's the middle of the day!"

"So? Society makes allowances for newlyweds. And we are newlyweds, in case you need reminding."

She hesitated, glancing at the piles of research on her desk. Following her gaze, Jeffrey smirked.

"Your dissertation is going anywhere, Skye. It can wait a while..."

Sighing, she gave in, pulling his lips to meet her own. After all, everyone needed a break every once in a while, right?

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