From the moment her feet hit the earth of Montana, Lindsay had felt like she was running. Almost every moment of every day was taken up with tasks to prepare for the wedding, or visits with people who were demanding a sliver of her time. She loved it to some degree, but at the same time she kind of hated it. She wanted to relax before the wedding because she knew the actual day was going to be exhausting. But she loved that it was keeping her busy, making the time fly so she wasn't constantly counting days and hours.

Of which there were three and six left respectively.

Adam had arrived the night before and was still asleep in the guest room. She'd already made, eaten, and put away breakfast. She wanted to let him sleep; in fact what she really wanted was to crawl into bed with him and spend the day talking and kissing and just being together. Maybe what she really wanted was a pre-honeymoon.

But life was calling and they had errands to run and people to pick up at the train station, so she climbed the stairs in her parents house and pushed open the bedroom door. He was sprawled over the bed, his face buried in the pillows. She tip-toed over to the bed and climbed in, snuggling in next to him and kissing his cheek. He didn't stir, and she poked his shoulder.

"What are you doing, crazy?" he said, keeping his eyes closed and turning his head in the other direction.

"Wakin' you up," she answered, rubbing his back. "Is it working?"

"Mmmm."

"That's not an answer babe."

"Too tired for English. Check back later."

She chuckled and tugged on his arm until he put it around her and turned in her direction again.

"Mornin' love," he said, blinking a few times to adjust to the light.

"Morning. You getting up anytime soon?"

"I suppose I'm going to have to because you're not going to let me go back to sleep, are you?"

"Nope."

He rolled over onto his back and she propped herself up on her elbow, watching as he continued to wake up.

"What's on the agenda for today?"

"Lots of picking things up."

"Things?"

"Clothes and people mostly. I wanted to take you somewhere though."

"Funky town?"

"Yes and somewhere else too. Time to get up."

"Ten minutes."

"One."

"Babe, is this gonna be my life, keeping up with you?"

"For the first few years."

"At least I know what I'm getting into," he muttered, sitting up and raking a hand through his hair. She smiled and he pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling her neck.

"You're so beautiful."

She smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

"Well I'm not complaining with you sitting here shirtless," she replied with a smile.

"I thought you wanted me to get out of bed."

She nodded and wiggled out of his arms then stood up and held her hand out for him. He took it and stood up, his hand landing on her hips as he kissed her.

"I'll be down in a bit."

"I'll go reheat breakfast."

"You're a peach."

She grinned, her hand lingering on his chest for a moment before escaping downstairs.

By five in the afternoon the house was full to the brim with people; family and friends all sharing in a big dinner. Everyone from New York had arrived by plane and then train several hours before and most of the family had just driven in. It was warm and bright inside while the sun was setting outside and Lindsay still hadn't taken Adam to the place she said she was going to. Once everyone had been introduced and fed, she felt it was time to sneak out, so she grabbed the tractor keys off the hook by the door, caught Adam's eye across the room and motioned for him to meet her outside.

He found her on the porch, sitting on the railing, breathing deeply. He watched her for a moment, the way she rested her chin on her knees and crossed her legs at the ankle, how peaceful she looked as she closed her eyes and breathed.

"Hey hon," he said, coming to stand next to her. "You gestured?"

"I still have to take you somewhere," she said, hopping down from the porch and grabbing his hand. She pulled him down the porch steps and across the yard to the tractor.

"This isn't John Deere!" he exclaimed as they climbed into the bench seat.

"Well, we really do love John Deere, but the upkeep costs are pretty high, you can't just take it anywhere for repairs and you have to buy John Deere parts. So while we love it, sometimes the money is greener and you just have to downgrade."

"I see."

"John Deere still looks better in pictures and if dad was rich enough, he'd have every model."

She started the tractor and they bumped down the driveway. He wasn't sure where they were going, but he trusted her.

"Did you learn to drive in this thing?"

"Yep. That's the reason the paint is missing on that side."

"What did you hit?"

"That tree just jumped out of nowhere!"

He laughed as they continued to drive over the dirt roads that carried them away from the house and through the wheat fields. He liked watching her in this element, a flannel shirt and ripped jeans, her hair pulled back into a braid and cowboy boots on her feet. She'd done gone country right under his nose. He wouldn't have it any other way.

She stopped the tractor after a while, jumping out and walking a few feet to a tree.

"Recognize this?" she asked when he joined her. He looked around and smiled.

"Your favorite place," he answered, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.

She nodded but didn't say anything for a while, not until the sun was just a sliver on the horizon.

"What are you thinkin' about?" he asked finally.

"I um…this is kind of silly."

"Tell me anyway."

"I used to bring guys here," she started turning a little to look at him. "As a test. I had to stand here with them and it had to feel right or I would break up with them. There were times I avoided it because I was scared that it wouldn't feel right, so I'd put it off and put it off, but eventually I had to be sure so I brought them here."

"Geez babe, how many times have you done this?"

"I only brought three guys out here and I was a lot younger then."

"So… how'm I doing?"

"Oh, I'm not testing you. You… I already knew for sure. Knew for a long time."

"Oh really? How long?"

"You want to know when I first knew?"

"Yeah."

"That day when we were first dating we'd been out doing something, I don't remember what. But on the way home you stopped to go through the car wash. And we were sitting there in the dark and we didn't have the radio and we weren't saying anything, but you reached over and you held my hand. And I just felt this… I don't know what it was exactly, but my heart just knew."

He chuckled and she turned around, her expression one of question.

"What?"

He just continued to laugh and she felt herself getting upset.

"Adam, what?"

"We knew on the same day," he said, dropping his forehead to hers.

"We did?"

"We went for fast food for lunch. You said it was bad for us but you ate it anyway. We ate in the car because we were stuck in traffic. You unwrapped my burger for me."

"I did what?"

"I know, it sounds weird. But you just did it without saying anything. You unwrapped it so I could eat it while I drove without spilling it and you just handed it to me. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. That's why I grabbed your hand in the car wash. Because it felt right. Because I knew that yours was the only hand I wanted to hold for the rest of my life."

She blinked slowly as a tear fell down her cheek.

"Do you think that maybe we always knew that the others were wrong, and we were just waiting for each other?"

"I like that," he replied, framing her face with his hands, using his thumb to wipe away her tear. She smiled as he kissed her for what felt like the first time and the millionth time all rolled into one.

"We're getting married," she said after a moment, her eyes almost bursting with happiness.

"Yes we are. Three days. After that, everything else is gravy."

"Mmm, gravy."

He chuckled and kissed her forehead.

"I love you, Adam."

"I love you too, Lindsay."