Author's Note: Thanks as always for reviewing, especially mali, who reviewed twice because for two days FFnet wasn't logging them. Weird no? Anyway, just a quick answer to Badbestfriend, who asked about Luis and Olivia and why I don't write them anymore. There are two reasons. One, I have sooo many storylines going and it's really hard to keep track of them, and the other is I always like to have one couple who gets to ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after. Here that couple is Olivia and Luis. It's that simple.

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Chapter 20: The Year Ahead

Jimmy walked quietly up the stairs in front of his place. It had been two weeks since the wedding, and he had sent Bonnie flowers at work every day, and had left groveling messages on her voicemail every hour on the hour until she was willing to forgive him. He unlocked the door and saw Bonnie sitting on the couch in a pair of clean straight jeans and a crisp white blouse, petting Ponyboy who eagerly ran over and starting barking at his master.

"Hi," Bonnie said.

"Hi," he whispered softly back. "What are you doing here?" She sighed and stood up crossing her arms awkwardly. "Bonnie, look I,"

"Please don't apologize again," she whispered. "I shouldn't have made a scene like I did. You know I'm not normally crazy like that." He looked at her. "James, I love you, OK?" He kissed her.

"I love you too," he said softly. "I really do, I'm sorry about," he sighed. "Look, there was a lot that was left unsaid between Julie and me, that's all, now that it's been said, I can put all that behind me, really."

"I hope so," she whispered, "I talked to my father, and he said that we could go to the house on the Vineyard for the weekend." Jimmy frowned. He always felt left out when she started talking East Coast Blue Blood. His own was blue enough but that was in Minneapolis. He wondered how Kelly and Ellie put up with it, since the Vanderbilts made Bonnie's family look like McMansion owning lottery winners. "I thought just us, and we could maybe relax and," she kissed him. "It's really a beautiful little place, I think you'd like it. We could talk about, well, everything."

"I thought we just did," he said. She frowned. "Talk about it, I mean."

"I know but there's more to talk about," she said. "I mean, I'm over the thing at the wedding, really. But there's still a lot to talk about."

"Right," he nodded. "I've been thinking about that. Do you want to move in here?"

"Move in?" She said. He nodded. "Why would we automatically move in here?"

"I can think of a few reasons," he shrugged. "It's bigger than your place, I own it, where as you rent, there's a great view of the park. Ponyboy was potty trained here, so he doesn't pee all over anything anymore." Bonnie laughed. "Just, I figured practically, you know."

"I'll think about it," she sighed softly. As he nodded the buzzer sounded. He groaned and went over and pressed the button.

"What?" He said.

"Hey, it's me," Ellie's voice squeaked on the other end. Bonnie pressed her lips into her mouth.

"It's not really a good time Elle," he said softly. He heard her sniffle. "I'm sorry," he said to Bonnie.

"It's OK," she said. "Ellie's not the one I'm worried about." She kissed him. "I'll call you later." She walked out. He buzzed Ellie in and she walked in, sucking the life out of a cigarette, her eyes red with tears. He shook his head and sat down, it was amazing, even like this she was probably prettier than every other girl in the world.

"You're smoking?" He teased, "this must be serious. What's up?"

"Don't tease," she shook her head. "This is really hard for me." He frowned. "I don't think I can marry Brad."

"Really?" He said, he could tell she was serious. She nodded and sat down, stamping her cigarette out on a plate he'd handed her. "What's changed?"

"I'm pretty sure I," she swallowed. "Oh Jimmy." She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. "I'm just not sure I'm still in love with him."

Julie sat contently behind her desk. She liked her new office, it was clean and fresh and the sun lit it up beautifully.

"Hey," Peter walked in. She smiled widely at him. "Um, Jaime really needed me to bring you these files," he said. She nodded and stood up.

"Thank you," she took them and put them on her desk. They smiled at each other and she walked over and closed her door. He walked over and pressed her against it kissing her hard. She whimpered running her hands up his chest. "You probably shouldn't do that here."

"I couldn't quite help myself," he admitted. "You look incredibly hot today, I'm having a lot of trouble not throwing you on the desk and just taking you."

"Hm," she said. "That does sound fun." He laughed. "You're coming over tonight right?"

"Sure," he mumbled and nibbled gently on her neck. "But we could just go out you know, you don't have to cook."

"I want to," she said, "I haven't cooked in my new kitchen yet," she smiled.

"But you cooked for me this weekend," he said.

"At your place," she said, "but my bed came yesterday which means that I'm officially off your couch." He kissed her again. "And you haven't had my swordfish, my swordfish is really really good. Plus, maybe you could stay over."

"You have a bed, but I'm pretty sure you don't have a couch," Peter pointed out. She giggled. "So how would I stay over?"

"I didn't say anything about the couch did I?" She whispered and kissed him softly. She loved the way they could tease about sex. It felt so, well, normal. With Paulo there was never teasing, just sex. With Jimmy, by the end they'd been beyond teasing, and pretty beyond sex too. The door creaked open as they continued to cuddle on the couch.

"Oh," Casey said as he came in. "Um, sorry." Julie looked at him.

"Can I help you?" She said.

"We have to meet with the studio people," he said.

"I should get back to Jaime." Peter said. Julie nodded. "Good to see you um, Mr. Parker." Julie cringed. Technically as their subordinate Peter was supposed to address her and Casey by their last names, it was a little unnerving. Casey saluted him.

"You're schtuping the help?" Casey snorted.

"He's not the help," Julie said and rolled her eyes, buttoning her blouse. "And I'm not schtuping him, not yet at least."

"He's Jaime's secretary," he said.

"Assistant," she corrected.

"Whatever, you're the sexual harasser," he shrugged. She groaned. "He's got a nice ass though. How old is he? Like nineteen?"

"He's twenty three," she said. Casey whistled. "Shut up."

"I take it the wedding was um, uneventful?" He said. "And the international affair is over?"

"The wedding was plenty eventful," she frowned, "just not in the way that would put a hurdle in Peter's way, and the international affair," she sighed. "Unless things get really serious with Peter really fast, I'll probably still see Paulo next time I'm in Europe."

"Skank," he said pushing her out the door.

Kelly giggled as she tried to get out of bed and Scooter pulled her back down into it.

"Scooter, we haven't left the suite all week," she said. He nodded and kissed her neck. "In fact we've barely left the bed."

"Is that not the point of the honeymoon?" He said. "I was sure that I read something about that." She smiled.

"I just want to maybe go to the restaurant for lunch or something," she said. He shook his head and kissed her again deeply pressing her onto her back. "Oh Scooter," she whimpered. "I can't believe I even thought for a minute that I might," she groaned, he was in her now. "Oh," she closed her eyes. "I can't believe I almost walked away."

"What?" He stopped. She looked at him.

"You stopped," she said. "Why did you stop?"

"When did you almost walk away?" He asked. She frowned. He'd never stopped having sex with her before. He'd rushed it, sure, but never just stopped.

"Oh God," she said, "it was so stupid, Liam came to see me before the wedding and he was just being all Liam, you know," she rolled her eyes, "and he kissed me. And I had cold feet for like a second and then Tammy slapped me and everything was fine. Keep going baby, it felt so good." He rolled away. "Are you mad about this?"

"A little," he said. "I mean, minutes before my wife married me she was kissing the guy she cheated on me with."

"That was like eight years ago!" She said. He shrugged.

"It still happened." He said. She got out of bed. "Where are you going?"

"I'm taking a shower and then I'm going to the pool to read." She said. "Maybe when I get back you'll be less crazy." She slammed the door.

"I wouldn't count on it." He mumbled and pulled out his computer. Writing angry had never worked for him before, but he'd also never had a fight with his wife before. He immediately soften as Kelly walked back in blushing. "Hey," he said.

"Hey," she whispered. "That was our first married fight."

"Yeah," he nodded. "I noticed that too," she lay back down and kissed him. "Do you want to have our first married making up?"

"Yes please," she nodded.

Tommy groaned walking downstairs as the doorbell rang. He opened it and saw Diane. She smiled softly at him.

"Hey," he said. "What are you doing here?"

"I have to tell you something," she said. He nodded.

"What's going on?" He said as they sat down.

"Um, so I went to the doctor," she said. He nodded again. "And um, you know how at first we thought that I'd maybe do the treatment, and everything would be fine?" He nodded.

"Yeah," he took her hand. "Diane, what is it?" Looking at him, her eyes filled with tears and she kissed him softly. "Di, you're scaring me."

"Tommy, it spread," she whispered. He looked at her slack jawed. "I'm dying, I know it!"

"Did they say that?" He asked, his voice heavy with fear. "Did the doctor say the treatment wouldn't work?" She shook her head. "So, we don't know."

"I just," she closed her eyes, "he said that it was a long shot, and that," she whispered as he kissed her. "There's just so much that," she sighed. "I don't want," she closed her eyes, "if I do then I don't want to spend the time I have left in between." He blinked. "I want to be with you. But I understand if you don't want," she swallowed. "Even if I get better this next year is going to be a lot to take on." He kissed her.

"Di, I love you," he said quietly. "I'm here for you, but you're not dying." She swallowed. "I'm not ready for you to go yet, get it?"

"OK," she whispered as he wiped her eyes.

"Do you want to stay?" He asked. She nodded. "Come on we'll go upstairs." He carefully guided her upstairs.

"That may have been the best fish I ever ate," Peter said, as he and Julie sat on her floor. She smiled. "I definitely liked it better than the clam chowder."

"Then maybe the swordfish will be yours then," she shrugged. He looked at her puzzled. "Sorry, um, my friend Steve had this theory about me and food and the people in my life."

"Friend Steve," he nodded. "This is the childhood best friend who you slept with after junior prom?"

"That's the one," she said. He kissed her and guided her gently onto her back on the floor. "Peter," she whispered as he undid her fly.

"Yes," he said.

"Not here," she mumbled. He nodded, understanding and picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.

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