Lyin' here with you so close to me

It's hard to fight these feelings when it feels so hard to breathe

Caught up in this moment

Caught up in your smile

The night air was cool and crisp. Shawn rolled over onto his side. A smile etched on his face as his hand reached out, his fingertips grazing against her cheek. The moonlight filtered in from the window behind their bed, casting her body in an soft, white light. It lit up her already beautiful features, defined her beauty in a whole different class. Her soft, blonde hair flowed out around her head, the moonlight shining against it, making it almost too bright to look at.

Shawn trailed his fingertips along her jaw before dropping to her silky blonde locks. His fingers trailed through her hair, as he sighed in contentment. To say the road that they had traveled on had been an easy one, would be a lie. Though to be fair, most of their problems had stemmed from him. His fear of commitment … his fear that if he gave into his feelings for Juliet that he would only end up hurting her. The parade of boyfriends and girlfriends hadn't helped the situation at all, in fact, to have Juliet admit to her feelings for him and having to turn her down. It had shattered his heart into pieces to see her face fall into a deep cavern of sadness.

So many times Shawn had been certain that he had lost her forever. Not that he would blame her in the least bit, but then she was there and she was kissing him and it felt so right. The entire time they had been dating, it had been rough on him. He feared moving too quickly, too fast, and scaring her off. With that, came the fear of moving too slowly and losing her because their relationship wasn't going anywhere. He had never been in a relationship like this before. Never before had he ever had to think about what he wanted and needed to say or do.

Then Lassiter's wedding came, and a moment that was supposed to be happy had turned into a pit of despair for the two of them. Part of him wished to hell he hadn't given her his damn jacket. Yet, even as he thought it, he knew deep down that wasn't true. No matter the heartache that came from her finding out the truth, Shawn was eternally grateful that she did know the truth. He had been fairly certain that she would never forgive him. That she would never be able to trust him again, and then suddenly she was there.

"Shawn..." Her voice was soft, a whisper. A few nights earlier she had made a mistake. She had a little too much wine, and she had fallen back into bed with Shawn. No matter how much she claimed it to be a mistake, she couldn't deny how right it felt.

"Look, Jules …" He sighed, as his hand cupped his chin. The bruise was already starting to form, and there was still a thin line of blood trickling down from his lip. "I don't know how I can apologize anymore. I don't know how else I can tell you how sorry I am about all of this. I guess, all I have left to say is that … if I had it to do all over again, I would much rather have Lassie put me in jail for a crime I didn't commit, than to have you look at me the way you have been. As much as I regret everything that's happened, I can't hate the actions that I took, because, Jules … those actions led me to you, and I will never regret that."

Juliet swallowed thickly, the tears pressing tightly against her closed eyelids. With the tiniest smile, Juliet opened her eyes, and stared at Shawn. She had come to tell him that she had forgiven him. That perhaps she had given up on their relationship far too easily. That maybe … just maybe, there was still something there after all. Walking in on the guy that was trying to rearrange Shawn's face had only off put her just a little bit. It had taken her a second, an extra moment to realize what she had come to say. He had just beaten her to the punch, and she was more than grateful that he had.

If she was being honest with herself, Juliet never would have believed that this side of Shawn even existed. Not if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes. It was his true personality. Only reserved for those that he deemed worthy to see him for who he truly was. Everything else was an act, a mask that he had built into place long ago. Underneath the snarky and snappy fake psychic persona was a man that was still nursing a broken heart … a broken spirit. A man that had watched his happy little family fall apart. Watched as his mother walked out the door, leaving him with only his father to raise him further. Watched as his father had him arrested to teach him a lesson, and watched as his father disappeared in the mirror as he took off for the first time.

"Good." Juliet answered finally, "Because I will never regret loving you, Shawn Spencer. Never." She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. Her eyes drifted close as her arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer. "Just, don't ever lie to me again. Got it?" She asked.

He smiled goofily at her, "Got it."

Shawn smiled softly at the memory. Their reunion had been a little over a year ago. A little over a year of Shawn putting in a very conscious effort. Of putting Juliet above everything else. Nothing else mattered, not after he had nearly lost her once. Six months ago, Shawn had dipped down on one knee, as cliché as it sounded, and asked Juliet to marry him.

Looking down at her left hand that was laying lightly against her pillow, he smiled. The thin golden band shined in the moonlight.

"What are you smiling at?" Juliet asked lazily. Her eyes were barely cracked open, as a lazy smile crossed her lips.

"I was just thinking how lucky I am to have someone as beautiful and sexy as you for a wife."

Juliet chuckled as she turned over onto her side, facing him. Her eyes opened a centimeter further, her blue eyes staring straight into Shawn's. "Damn right." She smirked. "I guess I'm pretty lucky too. To have a husband with such immaculate hair."

Shawn grinned, "Better than Patrick Dempsey?"

Juliet nodded softly, "Much better." She scooted over closer to Shawn, her head on his chest. She sighed, as the slow movement of his breathing lulled her back to sleep.

Shawn's eyes slowly started to drift close, as he felt Juliet's breathing evened back out. Oh yes, he was the luckiest guy in the world. He had won the lottery and received something far better than a money prize. He had received the love of his life.

I've never opened up to anyone

So hard to hold back when I'm holding you in my arms

We don't need to rush this

Let's just take it slow

Juliet smiles softly as she flips over the last pancake in the skillet. The plate beside the stove is heaping full with a stack of nine pancakes. On the kitchen table sat two plates, both brimming full with eggs, bacon, and four pieces of toast. It was only at the last minute that Juliet decided to cook up a few pancakes. Though, she knows that she'll never eat all the food littering her plate, she knows the same is not true for Shawn. In fact, she's pretty sure that he'll polish off the food on his plate and ask for the remaining food on her plate.

At last, she removes the last pancake from the skillet and skillfully lays it on the semi-tall stack of pancakes. Carefully, Juliet carries the plate over to the table and sits it down, before moving to the refrigerator to retrieve the butter pecan flavored syrup and whipped cream.

She isn't entirely sure what has caused her to want to cook a full-fledged three course breakfast, but she smiles at her handy work. Though Shawn isn't a slouch in the kitchen, Juliet knows just how hard it can be to get her fiance to cook. Which forces them to eat take-out far more than Juliet would like. Perhaps that was what caused her sudden cooking spree. She was definitely sick of the same old take-out, and her stomach most definitely was sick of take-out. The mere fact that she had thrown up for two hours straight just a few days earlier was proof of that.

"Something smells delicious." Shawn's voice carries softly into the kitchen.

Juliet had been so stuck in her own thoughts that she hadn't even heard him shut off the shower. Smiling, Juliet moved to meet him at the cusp of the hallway. Her arms winding around his towel clad waist.

"Mmhmm. Aren't you glad that you're marrying someone that actually doesn't mind cooking?" Juliet asked, her eyebrow shooting up suspiciously.

Shawn chuckled, before placing a kiss to her forehead. "There are many, many reasons that I'm glad to be marrying you. You're cooking skills though, Miss O'Hara, are at the top of the heap."

Juliet smiled softly, "I hope you're hungry. I think I fixed enough food to feed an army."

Shawn shrugged, "When am I not hungry?"

Juliet nodded, "Right. Dumb question. Go get dressed while I finish getting everything on the table."

"Yes ma'am!" Shawn mock saluted her before dashing back down the hallway. As he reached the bedroom door he snatched off his towel and tossed it down the hallway toward Juliet.

She merely chuckled, her head shaking, as she went back to finishing setting the table. Juliet placed a fork and spoon beside both of their plates, before filling her glass with orange juice and Shawn's with milk. As she sat down at the table, awaiting Shawn's return, a smile etched on her face as she twirled her engagement ring. Never in her life would she ever be able to forget the day that Shawn had proposed to her. Not only had it been unexpected, which it was, but it had been the single most romantic thing he had ever done. After talking to Gus about it, she learned that Gus had pointed Shawn in the correct direction when he had thought about asking her to marry him before they had broken up.

"So, Jules. This place holds a lot of memories." Shawn pointed out.

Juliet had noted that something seemed a bit off with Shawn the whole day. He had been nervous, a ball of flurry and energy. At least more energy than usual. It was one of the tell-tale signs when he was nervous. It only caused Juliet to become nervous and slightly worried. Was he going to break up with her? She had thought that their relationship had only grown, become stronger since they had gotten back together six months earlier.

"Yeah, I suppose it does, Shawn." Juliet answered as she looked out over the bridge.

It wasn't a lie either. That bridge really meant a lot to Juliet. Hell, Vancouver in general meant a lot to her. It was the first time that Shawn had really opened up to her. Shown her the Shawn Spencer deep inside. The one that he hides from almost everyone. It showed her the kind of man that he truly was, and it was the first place that she realized that she could really and truly love Shawn Spencer.

"That day, when I fought for you ..." Shawn paused, as he turned toward her. He grabbed hold of her hands tightly as he swallowed thickly. "when I told you that every since I met you, that I've been thinking about getting a car?"

Juliet bit her lip to keep from chuckling. She couldn't help it. Shawn had that same doe-eyed expression on his face that she had only seen a handful of times. She had seen Shawn scared before. In their line of work, with guns pointed at their heads, she had seen him scared. Seen him fight, and talk out of his ass until he won. However, she had only seen this side of scared from Shawn a handful of times. One of those times was one of her worst and best memories. When he finally opened up … when he finally told her the honest truth about himself. That wide eyed look was one that would be forever engrained in her mind, and it was starting to freak her out. He never got that look over anything spectacularly good.

"Yeah?" She prompted.

"I meant every single word of that speech, Jules. I have never loved anyone the way that I love you. It's like I'm not whole unless you're with me. That time we spent apart, it was the worst time of my life. I was miserable because I wasn't with you. I know it took me a long time to realize that I belong with you … and it took you a hile to realize that I would never willingly hurt you. Here we are, Jules. We're at this crossroad in our relationship. This place where I know that I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you … loving you … proving to you that I do deserve someone as amazing as you, and you know that I would never do anything to hurt you ever again. That I would do anything humanly possible to never have to see that level of betrayal on your face again..." He paused, running a shaky hand over his face.

"Shawn, what are you trying to say?" Juliet asked, a look of worry and confusion on her face.

Slowly, almost as if in slow motion, Shawn knelt down on one knee and smiled softly up at Juliet. "What I'm trying to say, Jules, is that I love you more than anything and anyone … even more than pineapple. Juliet, would you make me the single happiest man on the planet, and marry me?"

Juliet's mouth hung open, her mouth curved into an almost perfect "O" shape as his words truly sank in. "Yes! A thousand times, yes." Juliet cried, her voice full of surprise as Shawn stood up and placed the engagement ring on her finger, and softly kissed her lips.

The crowd that neither one of them had noticed, started to clap loudly. A few hollered loudly in congratulations.

"What'cha thinking about?" Shawn asked, as he sat down across from Juliet.

"Oh, just the happiest day of my life … so far."

Shawn grinned, "Let me guess. It was last week, when we got pancakes with pineapple topping, right? Cause, I just … can't stop thinking about it."

Juliet chuckled, "You caught me, Shawn. I am just a pineapple loving fend."

Shawn nodded, "I knew there was a reason why I loved you."

After a few minutes of staring at each other, they both dug into their food. Juliet couldn't even put into logical words how happy she was, and she never thought that Shawn Spencer would be the one to make her so blissfully happy.

Just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight

Just a touch of the fire burning so bright

No I don't want to mess this thing up

I don't want to push too far

Just a shot in the dark that you just might

Be the one I've been waiting for my whole life

So baby I'm alright, with just a kiss goodnight

Juliet stared at her beautifully dressed chief, the woman would stand as Juliet's made of honor, and smiled softly. Juliet knew that she owed Karen Vick for a lot of the good things in her life. The sheer fact that Karen had stood out on a limb for a young rookie detective such as herself was more than enough for Juliet to be thankful for the remainder of her life. However, it was that action alone that had set Juliet down her current life path. It was that one action that had landed Juliet O'Hara, soon to be upgraded to senior detective, here … on her wedding day. Granted, Juliet would have given anything to have missed her current stereotype, but to say she wasn't happy would be a lie. Was it planned for her to be seven and a half months pregnant on her wedding day? Not at all, but Juliet couldn't be happier that she was already well on her way of starting a family with Shawn Spencer.

"You look beautiful." Karen chirped softly.

No matter how much she might pretend to not be friends with the younger detective, Karen Vick very much thought of Juliet as a close friend. Though Karen was very protective of her entire squad of officers, she did notice that she continually stuck her neck out for Juliet and her soon to be husband, Shawn Spencer more than anyone else.

"Thanks, Chief."

Karen shook her head. If she was asked at a later date, she would deny that this ever happened, and she honestly didn't want Juliet to get in the habit of doing this, but today was special. Today was all about Juliet. Seven months pregnant and all.

"Today, Juliet, you can call me Karen."

Juliet smiled softly, "That's not right." She spoke softly, "You'll always be chief to me."

Karen smiled back at her young detective. It was in that moment why Karen had taken such a shining to Juliet, from practically day one. Juliet O'Hara reminded Karen Vick very much of a younger version of herself.

"Thank you. Now..." Karen drifted off, as she carefully tucked an errant strand of blonde curl behind Juliet's ear. "Let's go get you married."

Juliet's father, Frank, had been unreachable for months. When he finally did call her back, Juliet had already chosen the person who would walk her down the aisle. So on one side of her, stood Lloyd, her stepfather, and on the opposite side stood Shawn's father, Henry.

"I couldn't be happier to welcome you to the family, Juliet." Henry whispered softly, before pressing a soft kiss to the side of Juliet's head.

Tears formed in her eyes, as both men grabbed hold of her elbow and made their way toward the front door of the church. As much as Juliet had loved Shawn's proposal. As beautiful as it had been, she had to admit that today, the day she became Juliet Spencer was the best day of her life.