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The week flew by and on Thursday Joe and Sasha were on a plane to Pensacola. Flying first class for that matter. Sika was in a giving mood and paid for it all, and Sasha thought it was very generous of him. The couple arrived at Joe's beach house late in the evening, and tired and jetlagged from the long trip, they went straight to the master bedroom and stumbled into bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

Sasha woke to the sound of water running and Joe missing from the bed. Reaching for the shirt he wore the day before, she put it on and headed to the bathroom, where he stood in front of the mirror inspecting his reflection. "Hey sexy," she said.

He smiled at her through the mirror. "Morning, baby girl. Sleep well?"

"Very." She leaned against the doorframe, eyes scanning the beige-colored bathroom. It was much bigger than the one she'd already seen in the guest room, with double sinks, a shower and a Jacuzzi tub. There was a window from which one could see the stunning ocean vistas. "What are you up to?" she asked.

"Not much. I went grocery shopping this morning so there's food in the house now. I took out your toiletries for you," Joe said, as she joined him at the sink and picked up her toothbrush to brush her teeth. He rubbed his bearded jaw and picked up a razor. "I totally need a shave. I'll be looking like Rollins soon enough."

Sasha rinsed her mouth and put her toothbrush away. "Let me do it," she offered.

Joe looked at her. "Shave me?" She nodded. "Uh, do you know how?"

"I shave my legs," she shrugged. She'd groomed a couple of her boyfriends in the past as well, but that part was better left unsaid.

"Um, legs and a beard are two different things," he countered.

"Not really. Sit." She pointed at the wooden stool in the bathroom. Reluctantly, he sat down while she took the razor from him and stood between his legs. "Sweetie, relax. I won't hurt you. Much," she added with a wicked grin.

"Much? Sasha! I'd rather not be slashed open on the night of my parents' party."

She burst out laughing at that. "For Pete's sake, relax. I got this." She wet a washcloth with warm water and gently wet his bearded area, waiting for a while before lathering his face with shaving cream. She could feel Joe's grey gaze on her, watching her warily. "Bend your head back," she instructed, smiling as Joe closed his eyes and shook his head before obeying.

Sliding her hand into his hair to hold him still, her expression was one of utmost concentration as she very gently began stroking the razor up from his neck to his chin, revealing a patch of smooth skin beneath the lather. She ran the razor up his neck again, widening the patch. Joe cautiously opened one eye when she turned to rinse the razor in the sink. "Cut me yet?" he queried.

"Shut up," Sasha snapped. Joe snickered in response but said nothing further, letting her carry on. There was something seriously sexy about letting her groom him. But then again, he thought nearly everything she did was sexy. She'd done his hair many times but never the one on his face until now. This was more intimate, with their faces inches from each other, allowing him to study her beautiful features as she shaved him. Feeling rascally, his hands glided up her thigh under the oversized shirt she was wearing, his fingers absorbing the softness of her skin. Just as he neared the juncture between her legs, Sasha abruptly tapped the side of the razor on his nose. "Don't do that," she warned, "Not unless you want me to cut up your pretty face."

Joe smiled mischievously and raised his hands in surrender, and Sasha was allowed to finish her work in peace, sculpting his goatee the best way she could. She wet the washcloth with warm water to rinse his face, then dried his face with a towel. "Done, and not a drop of blood spilled," she said proudly.

He turned to look in the mirror. "Not bad, Morgan."

"Told you," she said proudly, watching him admire her handiwork in the mirror. Her eyes flickered over his gorgeous body, his broad back, his waist narrowing into the towel that covered his delectable derriere. He was so sexy and hot, it made her head spin sometimes.

It was several seconds before he realized she was staring at him. "What?" he asked.

"Nothing." Sasha licked her lips, eyeing him again. She came up behind him, rubbing her small hands along the front of his body, grinning inwardly when his ab muscles twitched beneath her touch. Meeting his heated gaze through the mirror, her voice was husky, seductive. "It's just...the sight of you makes me wet."

Joe's amused expression instantly became serious, and he swallowed hard as his grey eyes dilated. It was always a thrill for Sasha, watching his control slip, anticipating what he was going to do to her.

He turned from the mirror and dragged her to him, sliding his hands back under her shirt to cup her backside. "I'm gonna need proof of that," he told her in an equally throaty, heated voice. Before he could carry out his little investigation, however, his phone rang, with Sika's picture popping up on the screen. Unimpressed by the interruption, he sighed before picking up. "Hey Pops."

Patting his back, Sasha slipped away to give him privacy, walking down the hallway and into the living room area. She liked that everything was on one floor and she didn't have to do any climbing. The front door was open, letting in the warm outdoor breeze. She stepped out onto the patio, taking in the spectacular view of the beach. Joe obviously had a thing for picturesque scenery and she did not blame him. This was a far cry from the decrepit concrete and crackled-plaster combination that made up the environs of her apartment complex. She definitely did not mind giving that up for a place like this someday.

Joe wandered out onto the patio a few minutes later, covered up in a t-shirt and faded jeans. "Where'd you run off to?" he asked.

"I was looking around while you were on the phone. Everything okay?"

"You're here, so everything's great." He walked over to her, wrapped his arms around her waist and laid his lips on hers in that loving, tender manner that always filled her stomach with butterflies. "Mm. Minty fresh," he said against her mouth, laughing when she playfully slapped his chest. Kissing her forehead, he walked back inside the house, pulling her along behind him. "What would you like for breakfast?"

"What you got in mind?"

"Eggs. Bacon. Pancakes. Whatever you want."

Sasha nodded. "Let's see what we can get done."

They made breakfast together, with Sasha dancing around the kitchen to the music playing from Joe's iPhone, giving the Samoan a glimpse of where Mia inherited her talent from. In turn Sasha was treated to Joe's very impressive delivery of Dr. Dre and Eminem's 'Forgot About Dre'. All shenanigans aside, they managed to prepare a nice spread, consisting of French toast, bacon, croissants, blueberry pancakes and fruit, along with freshly squeezed orange juice and their favorite coffee blend.

"I like that there's not much furniture in the house," Sasha said between bites of her French toast as they sat side by side at the kitchen island. "It's just the bare essentials but it's cool. Gives the house a more open layout than it already is."

The Samoan picked up a croissant. "I prefer it this way. I'm not here often so there's no point having so much stuff. The first time Matt showed me this place I literally snatched the keys and paid whatever it cost. It was perfect. I'd just got out of the shit with Andrea and I needed somewhere to clear my head. I love beaches and I still wish I lived right next to one in Tampa."

Sasha took a sip of her orange juice. "You said I'm the first person you've ever brought here?" Joe nodded, and she smiled softly. "I'm honored. I love that you trust me enough to share such a private piece of your life with me."

"I do trust you, baby girl. And I hope to share more with you in the future," he replied, his eyes tender as they searched hers expectantly.

Sasha smiled, aware that she felt the same. "Me too." She leaned towards him to brush her lips with his, feeling his smile as they kissed. She pulled back to chuck a piece of bacon into his mouth. "So what time are we meant to be at the party?"

"Seven-thirty. Cassie planned everything. I don't know how she does it. I'm shit at planning stuff."

"Well, she is an event planner. That's kinda what she does," Sasha said. Nodding in agreement, Joe gave his girlfriend a long look. "I hope you'll like the things I got for you tonight," he said.

Sasha raised an eyebrow. "Things? I thought it was only a dress. What else did you get?"

He smiled and winked. "You're gonna have to wait and see," he said cryptically. "I'll show you around the rest of the house later. We didn't get to do that last time."

"Cool."

The rest of breakfast was spent in companionable silence. They spent half an hour cleaning up afterwards, and things would probably have progressed faster had they not been too busy touching, kissing and stealing glances at each other the whole time. Later on in the day, they took a stroll outside, walking around their secluded compound and down to the beach. Afterwards, Sasha lounged on the patio in a super-comfortable wicker chair, sipping a fruity cocktail while Joe was on a conference call going over the night's activities with his sisters.

"So are you going to reveal your little secret now? What did you get me?" Sasha asked when they were in the bedroom. The sun was setting and it was time to get ready for the evening.

He cast her his trademark half-smile as he walked towards his sizeable wardrobe, very much like his one back in Tampa. Her eyes widened as he started bringing out a number of boxes and shopping bags, setting some on the floor and others on the bed. "I had them all delivered here over the week. I wasn't exactly sure about what you'd want so I thought I'd let you decide," he explained.

She stepped closer to the bed with wide eyes. There had to be at least ten boxes and shopping bags in total. The two biggest boxes, which were wrapped in single bows, were probably dresses. Another was a big silver and black case with M.A.C. printed on the side. Pam had one of those. It was filled with every makeup item imaginable and in every shade imaginable. Another bag contained body wash, mist and lotion from Bath & Body Works. Her eyes fell upon the three boxes on the floor, and she felt faint. "Oh my god, are those..." she trailed off, recognizing the beige shoe boxes with the famous cursive lettering of Christian Louboutin. A pair cost twice the amount of her monthly rent at least, and here were three of them. Overwhelmed, she turned to Joe, who stood by calmly watching her reaction. "It's just one night, Joe. Why get all this expensive stuff only for you to have to return them tomorrow?"

Joe smiled. "Who said anything about returning? You're keeping everything."

What?! "Everything?" she choked out.

He nodded. "All of it. It's all yours."

Stunned and fighting the urge to cry, Sasha shook her head. "Baby, I..." she stammered, looking around in amazement. Sure, he'd got her gifts over the course of their relationship but this was overload. "This is too much."

He flashed her another sweet, warm smile. "For you nani, nothing is ever too much."

"You don't have to spoil me, Joe. You didn't have to do all of this."

"Sasha, I'm your boyfriend. Boyfriends spoil their girlfriends, that's what we're supposed to do. But more importantly, I want to spoil you." Walking up to her, he gently tipped her chin up to meet his eyes. "Baby girl, if we really want this thing between us to work," he gestured between them, "you're gonna have to deal with the fact that I like buying you nice things. I like spending my money on you and I wouldn't have it any other way. Alright? Is that okay?" He locked gazes with her, awaiting her answer.

"Okay." She didn't know what else to say.

"Good. Now why don't you check out the other stuff?"

She continued to peruse the gifts one after the other; perfume, hair appliances, accessories. There was even lingerie, from Agent Provocateur of all places. She picked up the lace bra and checked the label. "Hmm, you got the right size," she smiled at him.

Joe smirked. "Babe, I been takin' off your clothes for months now. I think I'd have an idea what sizes you are."

"True," she conceded with a giggle, glancing around at the spread on the bed and exhaling heavily. This was generous and then some.

Joe draped his arms around her waist and kissed her hair. "We better start getting ready. I know you ladies need all the space you can get so I'll get dressed in the guest room. Come find me if you need anything."

"Okay," she smiled and nodded, and Joe gave her a kiss before he exited the room. Sasha turned back around, looking at all the items on the bed. She started with one of the boxes containing the dress, a gasp leaving her when she opened it and gently held up the garment. It was a floor-length, one-shoulder mermaid gown in ruby red, the traditional color of the fortieth wedding anniversary. It had a partial sweetheart neckline and a beautiful embroidered design on the right bust. The second dress was a flowing strapless coral silk gown. They were both stunning, and the backs were not too revealing, meaning she could wear a strapless bra. She couldn't begin to imagine how much the dresses cost and she tried not to think about it. She tended to the shoes on the floor. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine owning one pair of Louboutins, let alone three. She opened each of the boxes and inspected the shoes. All three were high enough to guarantee that she at least reached Joe's shoulder height-wise. They were all beautiful but she couldn't keep her eyes off the silver strappy sandals, which she thought went perfectly with the red dress she preferred. There were even clutch bags to go with each outfit. Her man had thought of everything.

An hour went by as she shaved, showered, did her hair and makeup and got dressed. She was checking her updo in the mirror when there was a knock on the door and Joe entered. She turned to face him and he halted in his tracks, speechless.

Damn. Red was his favorite color on her but this was on another level. From the form-fitting gown which accentuated her voluptuous, hourglass figure, to her red lipstick, she looked unbelievable. "Sasha...you're breathtaking," he stated finally, regaining his ability to speak.

She smoothed down her dress and grinned. "Thank you, baby. You look so handsome." More than handsome. He looked sinfully fantastic in in his tailored black suit and black shirt with a red tie that matched her gown. His jet-black hair was slicked back nicely and gathered into a bun at the nape of his neck, and all she wanted to do was dig her fingers in and disrupt all that neatness and order, preferably with him on his back. It was going to be a tough task to not openly gawk at him all night. Noticing the item in his hands, she said, "What's that?"

"Something to complete your outfit with," he said simply, presenting her with an aqua-colored box tied in a white bow. Sasha went numb when she saw the name on the box. Tiffany & Co. Wow.

He extended the box to her. "Open it, baby."

She was almost afraid to, but not wanting to hurt his feelings, she pulled the ribbon off the box and found a note underneath.

These reminded me of you, Nani. Precious and simply beautiful.

Sasha smiled at Joe and saw his shoulders relax at the gesture. She lifted the lid off the box and gasped.

Nestled in Tiffany blue satin was a white diamond and pearl necklace with a teardrop diamond pendant. Lying in the middle of the necklace was a pair of matching diamond earrings. The stones sparkled and the pearls had an iridescent glow that reflected in the light. With wide eyes, Sasha lifted the necklace out of the box. It was smooth and cool to the touch. They took Sasha's breath away. "Baby, they're fabulous."

"Put on the earrings. I'll help you with the necklace." He came to stand behind her, taking the necklace from her and unclasping it. He draped it around her neck, and her fingers touched the pendant as it lay on her collarbone. Turning her around to face the mirror, he raked his gaze over her and ran his fingertip under her necklace against her skin. Sasha stared back at her reflection, feeling very much like a Princess on her way to the Ball.

Joe rested his chin on her shoulder and placed his hands on her waist, his gaze meeting hers in the mirror. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he whispered.

She smiled shyly at him, her eyes soft and loving. "Thank you. You clean up pretty well yourself, handsome."

Gently kissing her cheek, Joe straightened and checked his tie in the mirror. "Ready to go?" he said.

Checking that she had her clutch bag, she nodded. "So we're going in the rental?"

"Nope," said Joe. "There's a limo waiting outside for us."

"A limo," Sasha repeated.

"Mm-hmm." He eyed her, amused by the frown on her face. "Or would you rather we walked to the venue?"

At the sarcastic statement, she cut her eyes sharply to him, making him laugh. "The limo it is," he surmised.

Ensuring the lights in the house were switched off, the couple exited, Sasha's hand tucked in the crook of Joe's elbow. Sure enough, a black stretch limousine sat outside the house. The driver was outside waiting, and he opened the back door for them. Joe helped Sasha inside first before following behind her. She settled in the plush leather seating, skimming over the interior of the limousine with bemused eyes.

Joe turned to her, seeing the look of bewilderment on her face. He weaved his fingers through hers, kissing the back of her hand and looking into her eyes. "I know you're not used to things like this, Sash. But I want you to be," he said. "You're my girl, my queen, and I plan to keep treating you as such."

His queen. It still astonished her how into her he was, just like she was into him. She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling his arm wind around her hip and his other fingers link through the ones she placed on his chest. As he kissed her temple, Sasha shut her eyes and tried to convince herself that she wasn't dreaming.

The anniversary party was being held at a country club that Joe's family belonged to. It was the biggest ballroom Sasha had ever seen, decorated beautifully with themes of red and white and colorful flower centerpieces, twinkling lights and candles. A red guestbook branded with Sika and Patricia's name sat at the entrance for everyone to sign in. Up to a hundred guests of relatives and friends were scheduled to appear and it looked like most of them were already here. A live band was stationed at a visible corner tuning up.

"This is amazing," Sasha gushed, looking around. "Cassie definitely did a great job."

Joe smiled widely. "She did. Come on, let me introduce you to some people." He snatched up two glasses of champagne from a waiter and handed one to her as they began mingling about the vast room. They met uncles, aunts, cousins, friends, acquaintances and strangers. They were polite to Sasha, but their focus was firmly on Joe. The big TV star, the newest shining diamond in the Anoa'i family. Sasha stood quietly next to him, watching them all fuss over him. They asked about his injury and his recovery, some speaking Hawaiian or Samoan, and he answered every question, more graciously with the older guests, and less formal with his age peers. The room was quickly filling with people, and Joe stayed close to Sasha's side, his hand resting protectively on her lower back as he showed her off to everyone.

Of course, her handsome, famous boyfriend caught the eye of several ladies. Their looks lingered for too long and their gazes bored into the couple's backs as they mingled. There was one in particular that fawned over Joe a little too much for Sasha's taste. She tossed her head back and laughed too loudly, leaned too closely and kept her hand on Joe's bicep. She was striking, tanned and toned with long black hair down to her waist and her red and white dress hugged her outstanding figure. It was obvious Joe knew her but it didn't make Sasha any less piqued. Excusing herself from a lady she was talking with, she sidled over to Joe, who smiled brightly as she approached. "Hey," she said, noting how the girl's flirtatious smile instantly converted to a scowl as she eyed Sasha rudely.

"Hey babe. I was about to come pry you away from Aunt Miriam. She can be quite chatty," Joe said with a laugh.

"She was alright," said Sasha, casting a pointed gaze on the stranger. Putting a hand on Sasha's waist, Joe gestured to the girl. "Sasha, meet Chrissy. Chrissy, this is my girlfriend Sasha. Chrissy and I went to high school together."

"We dated, actually," Chrissy announced proudly.

It wasn't lost on Sasha how eager the girl was to make that little tidbit known. "Oh, how nice."

With a tight, dismissive smile at Sasha, Chrissy refocused on Joe. The other woman could have been air for all she cared. "Come Joey, let's take a picture," she said, holding up her camera.

"Okay. But only for you though," said Joe.

"I could take it for you if you want," Sasha offered, playing nice. For now.

A derisive smirk formed on the younger woman's face. "Are you sure? I mean, the camera's a little hi-tech," she said.

"I'm sure I can handle a Canon 700D, darling," Sasha said, the statement evidently taking Chrissy aback. The floozy probably didn't even know the name of her own camera.

Chrissy forced a smile and thrust the camera into Sasha's hands, causing her to almost drop it. Joe put his arm around Chrissy for the photo, and Sasha noticed how she placed her hand over his, making the pose more intimate than it should have been. When she was done, Chrissy took the camera from her, uttering one of the most insincere 'thank you's that Sasha had ever heard. "How long are you in town for?" Chrissy asked Joe. "We should get together. Catch up." She batted her fake eyelashes, and Sasha wanted to shove them into her eyeballs.

Joe's smile was apologetic. "Sorry, Chris. I'm only here for the weekend, and I plan on spending it with my girl," he replied, holding Sasha closer to him and smiling down at her. The mother of two kept her expression calm but inwardly she was doing cartwheels and snapping her fingers in the girl's face.

Clearing her throat, Chrissy flashed another false smile. "Well then...it was great to see you again, Joey. Don't be a stranger, huh?" Eyeing Sasha up and down, she said, "Nice to meet you...Ma'am." Without another word, she sauntered away.

Ignoring the petty jab, Sasha shook her head at the retreating girl and raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend. "Joey, huh?" she smirked.

Joe cringed. "I am really sorry about that."

"Chrissy and Joey," Sasha sang.

"Oh god, stop. I hate being called Joey. Always have, but I guess she never got the memo."

"She seems interesting, I'll give you that." That was the most polite adjective she could find.

"Yeah...she was a handful even back then but I'd rather not delve into that," he said. "I'm interested in only one woman now."

Her lip turned up on one side. "Really? Enlighten me."

"Just this sassy, hot as fuck restaurant manager that I'm head over heels in love with." He grinned. "She's got the prettiest smile, the softest skin and the sexiest ass I've ever seen. Total MILF."

"Hmm. Does she know you feel this way about her?"

"She does. And it turns out she's in love with me too." Handing her a fresh glass of champagne, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "You look so gorgeous tonight, nani. I can't take my eyes off of you." His smile was possessive and loving and she warmed at his words. He really was suave and smooth, wasn't he?

"Ladies and gentlemen, please find your seats," the live band leader announced over the microphone. "The guests of honor will be arriving shortly."

Joe and Sasha were seated at the head table with his parents, his siblings and their spouses. She politely greeted the spouses before giving each of the siblings a warm hug. "Cassie, this is an amazing party. You did a great job."

"Thanks Sasha. Come on, come sit down before my parents show up," she said, and Joe guided Sasha to her seat between him and Cassie.

The ballroom door swung open, and the couple of the hour walked into the hall to thunderous applause. Sika stopped midway to dip Patricia down low and kiss her tenderly to more applause. Patricia blushed furiously. Sasha couldn't stop smiling. Patricia was wearing a beautiful red evening dress and Sika was in a black suit and red tie. They looked young and happy and still very much in love. As they made their way through the crowd to their table, they stopped to shake hands and give hugs to other guests. Sasha turned to Joe and grinned up at him.

"They look so happy. I'm happy for them."

"Me too," said Joe, as his parents came over. Patricia hugged Sasha tightly on her way to her seat. "I'm so glad you could come, Sasha."

"I'm very happy to be here, Patricia. Happy anniversary. You look beautiful."

"Thank you." They exchanged kisses on the cheek before Patricia enfolded Joe into a hug.

Sika swept Sasha up in his gigantic arms, all smiles. "Hello, dear. Glad you could make it."

"Happy anniversary." Sasha swallowed. Their last meeting hadn't ended pleasantly. "Sika, I-"

He shushed her gently. "I deserved it, sweetheart. But it's all good. No harm no foul. We're celebrating tonight."

As everyone settled down, Sika stood up, tapped his water glass with his spoon and the room hushed. A microphone was handed to him. "I want to thank you all for coming tonight, and extend a special thank you to my lovely daughter, Cassandra, for making all of this happen," he spoke, his deep voice reverberating around the quiet room. "Folks, if you want a party or an event organized, call her up. As you can see, it will be money well spent."

Laughter and applause rippled around the room at the plug. Sika smiled down at Patricia and she blushed prettily. "I am so blessed. I have had the honor and privilege of spending every day with the most incredible person I've ever met for forty years. We've known each other for even longer and I wouldn't change a single moment of it. Patty, la'u pele...you are my best friend, the love of my life. I'd say 'I do' a thousand times over. Thank you for putting up with my crazy self, for our four beautiful children, and for teaching me how to make oka properly."

Everyone laughed again, and Patricia wiped a tear from the corner of her eye and grinned at her husband. Joe held onto Sasha's hand, his eyes fixed on his parents.

"Happy anniversary, baby. Here's to another forty years." Patricia stood amongst the applause and Sika kissed her soundly.

Dinner was served a few minutes later. As the guests ate, a video package rolled of the couple's life together for the past forty years. Joe and his siblings made several appearances in the video in varying ages, including four-year-old Alma and two-year-old Matt as ring bearers at their parents' wedding day. A few loved ones who couldn't make it to the celebration sent in videos congratulating the couple. The Fatu twins, Jon and Josh, were among them as well as the one and only Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson, to the guests' delight. Patricia was dabbing her eyes with a napkin and Sasha felt the urge to join her. It was really beautiful and emotional.

The band began to play 'Endless Love' by Lionel Richie and Diana Ross, and Sika got to his feet. "I believe this is our song, beautiful," Sasha heard him say to Patricia. He took her hand and everyone watched as he moved her effortlessly across the dance floor. They came together, gazing at each other as though they were the only two people in the room.

"Your parents are so in love," Sasha murmured to Joe.

"Yeah, it's kinda gross sometimes." He shook his head, but his grey eyes twinkled with humor. "Come on, let's go join them."

Sasha looked out onto the dance floor and saw other couples getting up to join the Anoa'is. "Thought you don't like dancing," she taunted.

"For my folks, I'll make an exception," said Joe, standing up. "If I step on you I'll massage your feet when we get home."

Sasha accepted his extended hand and rose to her feet. "I'm holding you to that."

They went out to the dance floor, and Joe pulled her into his arms as she circled hers around his neck, gliding along the floor to the classic song. Sasha cupped his cheek in her hand, her insides heating up when he turned his face to kiss her palm. He held her tightly against him and laid a soft, sweet kiss on her lips, gazing into her eyes. "I love you, baby girl."

"I love you too," she smiled, letting him kiss her again before she rested her head on his shoulder as they swayed along to the soft music. This had turned out to be a magical night. She caught sight of Sika and Patricia a few feet away. He whispered something in her ear and she grinned, instantly flushing crimson. Watching them together, reveling in four decades of wedded bliss, Sasha realized she wanted that too. She wanted this to be her and Joe's celebration in forty years' time, the two of them still as giddy as they were the day they married and with their children toasting to their longevity. She wanted it all, and it was a dream that deep down she wished one day would come true.

A/N: For the record, I've never shaved anyone before so if my description was wrong, well….LOL! My bad. Kindly review and laugh at me.

O! M! FREAKING G! Roman though...Long hair, unshaven, leather jacket...hot damn. Just...wow. *bites knuckle*

Minimum drama with this update. Hope it wasn't boring! *bites fingernails*