A/N: And now you're all privy to my deepest desires. Those who can't do, write.

Country music, laughter, and the sound of dancing feet filled the grange hall. The door was open to let in some fresh air, and the lights made the whole room warm and cozy. Mason jars full of daisies sat in the middle of every table and there was a full fledged game of horseshoes going on outside.

Adam was carting Hannah around on his hip; she was tired from her duties as a flower girl and wary of all the people around her, so she clung to him like a monkey. He'd tried to talk her into going to play with Tessa, but she was quite content right here. Lindsay had been effectively taken hostage by her well intentioned extended family, who loved and missed her and felt that her wedding was the perfect opportunity to "catch up." He didn't mind much, especially not when he caught her eye from across the room and she gave him a little smile.

"Hey buddy," Danny started, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "My neck gettin' red?"

"Not really. You think the disease of being a hick is catching?"

"Could be. Kinda nice out here though. I can't think without street noise. It's a good break."

"I know what you mean."

"Hey, Mac sent me over here to give you some tips on married life, so look like I'm sayin' somethin' important."

"What, you don't have tips on married life?"

"Just when I think I do, that one over there goes and turns the tables on me."

"So maybe being flexible would be a good idea?"

"Yeah. And don't leave underwear on the floor. Drives 'em batty."

"Got it."

"Other than that, I got nothin'. But see now you've joined the ranks, so anything you find out, you gotta pass on."

"Will do."

Danny shook his hand then leaned a little closer, whispering in quite the conspiratorial manner.

"I've also been sent to ask about cake. As in when are we havin' it and what kind is it? Austin and Stella are gettin' cranky."

"I hear tell that they had ice-cream already today. As for the cake, you're going to have to ask Lindsay. All the input I had was I wanted a piece with lots of frosting."

"That's life man."

"I want cake too," Hannah said, lifting her head from Adam's shoulder and rubbing her eyes.

"I bet you do."

"I want it to be chocolate," she said, perking up a little. "Could I have a big piece?"

"We'll see what mom says. Why don't you go find her?"

She nodded and he put her down and she skipped off to find her mom while Adam caught Lindsay's eye and motioned for her to come over.

"Oh my word, if I had to hear my aunt prattle on about her trip to Oklahoma one more time, I was going to pelt her with a Jordan almond."

"You're welcome."

"What did you beckon for?"

"The natives are getting restless and demanding cake."

"Alright, but if you shove it in my face, you're going to be finding it in places you never knew you never knew."

"What if I gently push it?"

"I'll gently push you," she retorted with a quirk of her eyebrow.

"You guys are weird," Danny offered.

"Yeah we know."

"At least we're keeping our weirdness between the two of us. You know, not spreading the genes over the general population."

"That's charming, babe. Really."

He grinned and they moved to the table to cut the cake, not making a big production of it, or caring who saw or took pictures. This day was about marriage, not about the traditions and expectations, not about a big party and cake.

"What kind is it?" Hannah asked, her eyes wide as she stood next to the table, licking her lips.

"It's chocolate with raspberry filling."

"Can I see?"

"Sure."

Lindsay picked her up and Hannah grinned, leaning over to look. It was a simple three tiered cake with a light brown fondant over the top. There was a sage green ribbon on the bottom of each square tier, and the largest cake had flat fondant trees on the sides.

"Does it taste as pretty as it looks?"

"I think so," Lindsay replied with a chuckle. "Steal a bite from your brother's plate."

Adam gave Lindsay a look but fed Hannah a forkful of cake anyway.

"Ooh, that's fabulous! Can I have more?"

"Yeah. Why don't you ask mom if she'll cut some slices."

"Man, I gotta ask mom everything!"

"I'll make sure you get a big piece," Lindsay promised, kissing her cheek and setting her back down on the ground.

"Thanks new sister."

Stella frowned and eyed Mac warily as he finished off his piece of cake.

"What?"

"I don't trust you," she said, taking note of the raspberry filling he had left on his plate.

"Stell, it's me. I would never do anything mean to you."

"Really? Am I mistaken or was it you that rigged my desk drawer with a popper that exploded when I opened it?"

"That was an experiment in how loud you could scream."

"And how mad you would get," Danny added, smirking as he twisted a strand of Austin's hair around his finger. "He was plannin' that one for weeks."

"It took you weeks to plan that?"

Mac glared at her and swiped some cake filling onto her nose. She sighed and wiped it off then held her finger out to him.

"Can't waste it."

Grinning, he grabbed her finger and before any of them could say a word, he had licked the filling off and treated her to a smug look.

"Flack's gonna be ticked that he missed that," Austin commented to Lindsay who nodded.

"We really need to invest in a camera anytime we get these two away from the lab."

"I concur."

"Hey babe, wanna dance?" Danny asked, earning a look from Austin.

"How much punch have you had and what was it spiked with?"

"I dunno. Linds?"

"Nah, we checked everyone for flasks at the door. I wasn't going to keep up the tradition of Uncle Rodney playing the spoons on grandma's walker while his wife danced to music only she could hear."

"Nothin' like a family to screw up a family," Austin said, chewing on a buttermint.

"I thought it was family to screw up a wedding."

"It was both."

"Oh yeah, you're right. Junie and MoMo."

"Adam, do you have any idea what they're sayin'?"

"I never do. I figure it's better that way."

"Wise. You gonna dance with me or not, Graceless?"

"I guess, but nothin' fancy. Just a box step."

"Oh look who's all snazzy knowin' the technical terms."

"Are you gonna dance or are you gonna give me more reasons to make you sleep on the couch?"

"I got told," he said, standing up and taking her out to the dance floor.

"How 'bout you Stell? Want to go for a spin?"

"Are you asking me to dance, Mac Taylor?"

"I thought that was clear."

She grinned and took his hand while Lindsay and Adam sat back in their chairs, watching their friends with a smile.

"Wanna go join?" he asked, taking her hand.

"Maybe in a little while."

He nodded and pulled her into his lap and pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

"Was today everything you wanted it to be?"

"Well we're married now, so yes."

"I mean all the extra stuff."

"It's perfect," she said, leaning down to kiss him. "I wouldn't change a thing."

The sun was getting ready to set by the time they left the reception. They were having fun and enjoying being with their families but it was time for them to go and just be the two of them. They said their goodbyes and were almost out the door when Hannah ran up to them, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Don't go away Brudder!" she said, hugging his legs. He crouched down and hugged her, then wiped her tears away.

"We're just going on a little vacation, squirt."

"But I don't want you to go!"

"I have to. We'll come and visit you as soon as we can."

"Both of you, right?"

"Yeah, me and Lindsay come as a pair now."

"Okay," she sniffled. "Bring me back a good present, okay?"

"We will."

"Don't let him forget, okay Lindsay?"

"I won't, Hannie."

They each gave her a hug and a kiss, then headed outside, walking quickly through the slight drizzle to the car.

"I am so tired," she said as the doors closed behind them and he started the car.

"How tired?"

"Well I guess only a little tired," she said with a smile. "Where are we going?"

"You just wait until we get there."

"We're getting there tonight?"

"Tonight is just a pit-stop. Tomorrow is the real deal."

"You're going to keep this a secret as long as you can, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am."

"You're going to blindfold me and put a bag over my head and when the whole thing is over I still won't know where we went, will I?"

"You're smart, I'm sure you could figure it out."

She smiled and squeezed his hand, watching as the town whipped by her window. After all the stress and planning she felt like she could finally relax.

"How long are we going to be driving?"

"Long enough for that nap you want."

"Are you sure?"

"I don't want you falling asleep later."

"Alright," she said with a little chuckle, curling into the seat and keeping a hold on his hand. She was glad they had changed into regular clothes before leaving, because trying to sleep in the car while wearing her wedding dress would not be comfortable. Her eyes closed and took a deep breath, trying to settle her nerves. Maybe it wasn't so much nerves as it was the emotions of the day catching up with her. She ran through it all in her head, wanting to remember every little thing. The way Adam had danced with Hannah, spinning her around the room like a ballerina. The smiles that Mac and Stella shared when they didn't know anyone was looking. The way Austin had teased her about making out in the parking lot. How she knew that Austin had pulled Danny into the bathroom for a make out session twenty minutes later. They way her dad cried when he gave her away, how her brothers had all shaken Adam's hand just a little too hard. She felt herself drifting off to sleep and she let it take her.

It wasn't much longer before she felt a hand on her cheek and a kiss on her forehead. She opened her eyes and gave Adam a sleepy smile.

"Hi. Where are we?"

"Little cabin in the woods," he sing-songed.

"Mmm. It's raining."

He nodded in the almost darkness.

"Wanna go play in it?"

"Shouldn't we take our stuff inside first?"

"I already did. C'mon."

He helped her out of the car and their Converse clad feet pounded against the earth as they ran across the grassy field. It was cold and they were getting completely soaked but neither of them cared. They splashed through puddles and laughed like children, spinning in circles until they were totally dizzy. They crashed into each other and stumbled a little, righting themselves just before they reached the point of no return and toppled to the ground. He wrapped his arms around her and dipped his head down, kissing her for all he was worth. She responded in kind, pulling him closer, clutching his wet t-shirt in her hands. He dropped his arms from her waist then hoisted her up higher, her legs around him, hooked at the ankle. They broke the kiss both panting slightly, her forehead resting on his.

"All we need is a lake and this would be just like that scene from The Notebook."

"Don't ruin it!" she exclaimed, slapping his shoulder playfully. He grinned and kissed her again slowly, exploring places they had never been before.

"I love you Lindsay," he breathed.

Her stomach was flipping and shimmying in so many directions that she could barely speak.

"I love you too, Adam."

He made his way back to the cabin, carrying her as best he could over the uneven ground while her lips flitted all over his neck.

"Which side of the bed do you want?" he asked once he got the door open.

"Yours," she answered, her voice throaty, a tone he had never heard from her before. He chuckled and walked inside, kicking the door closed behind them.