A/N: I woke up super early today because of Daylight Savings lol. So here's an early Jimel dating fic? Idk I was in a mood and had two hours to kill :) Enjoy xx Mariah

Ages:

Andrea - 28
Jim - 25
Melinda - 21

When Melinda got out of a last-minute yoga class with Andrea and saw that she had six missed calls from Jim, her boyfriend, well her fiance, she still was getting used to the whole engaged thing. It had only been a month since he'd proposed.

But eight missed calls? Fear got a hold of her.

Jim never called her. Well, he did sometimes, but Jim believed in face-to-face conversations and only used the occasional text or call for short and important messages. Or to arrange those face-to-face conversations. She wasn't even sure he knew how to call someone with his cell.

She immediately called him back, while a million different worst-case scenarios ran through her mind. Jim had been in an accident at work. His mom had been in an accident. Someone had died. Jim was going to break off the engagement.

Andrea was still laughing at a joke the instructor had made and didn't notice her friend's face knotting with worry. Melinda could feel her heart beating a mile a minute while she was waiting for Jim to pick up. He didn't pick up the first time. That didn't help at all with the anxiety that was creeping furth and further up her neck.

Was he okay?

"Hey Mel, do you wanna grab lunch?" Andrea asked, wrapping her arm around her shoulder. "Somewhere healthy. I don't want to gain all those calories we just sweat off."

"Andrea can you hold on for a second," she muttered and dialed his number again. "Jim called me during class when my phone was off. Six times."

"Oh, what do you think he was calling about?" Andrea asked blindly as they continued walking down the street toward her apartment complex, which was just a few blocks away.

It was the third ring and her heart was pounding.

Why wasn't he picking up?

"What's wrong?" She immediately asked when he – finally – answered.

"Nothing's wrong Mel, don't worry," he rushed to say, picking up on her panic. "Do you know that website with all of those auctions? You know, you can buy day trips, dinners and concerts, and stuff?'

"Yeah.." she muttered, wondering where that was going. Wondering what Jim had done. "What did you do?"

"Well, I kinda got carried away thinking about the future," he said. "I won an auction for a weekend trip for two to Cabo San Lucas in Mexico."

A grin broke upon her face when the last of her fear had turned into relief. "Congrats, fireman," she teased.

"Thanks, honey," he said laughing. "I was thinking we'd leave in two days. And before you start-" he hastily said, "It wasn't that much money and work isn't an excuse – you are your own boss and it's only for three nights."

"Than what is an acceptable excuse? I really don't want to go on a trip with my hot, fireman fiance to one of the most beautiful places in the world?" She joked.

He laughed over the phone and it made her smile stay on her face. Jim's laugh was her favorite sound. "Too bad, Mel. You're going – with me, so it won't be that terrible."

They spent a day at the beach – swimming, tanning, and went sailing in the afternoon. Melinda had pointed out some people with a nice tan, sunhat, or tattoos, but all Jim could see was her. As far as he was concerned, they didn't hold a dime to this beautiful woman sitting beside him. That night they'd had dinner by the ocean and after all of the fun in the sun, they both fell asleep that night in each other's arms.

The next day they discovered the city. They went to a museum and had lunch in a café where the waiter had given them a rude look when they'd ordered two sorbets and curly fries on the side. When they got back to their hotel suite after dinner that night, Jim had a surprise for her planned. He guided her into their bedroom with his hand covering her eyes.

He stood next to her so he could see her reaction when he pulled his hand away from over her eyes. He watched pure happiness light up her face, as she took in the dozens of rose petals that were scattered on their bed and on the floor. There was a cold bottle of champagne waiting for them on their bed and next to it, was a present – a small velvet box.

She grabbed the box first and opened it, seeing a pair of 1920s pearl earrings. He knew her all too well. "Jim Clancy," she turned to him with tears in her eyes and the brightest of smiles gracing her features. "You don't have to do so much for me... thank you, for everything."

"I know, but I wanted to," he assured her with a smile, and that earned him a kiss.

When they pulled back, she looked at the earring and then back up at him. "These had to cost a fortune, Jim." She whispered.

"They were actually my grandmother's," he said, shaking his head as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I got a whole bunch of this stuff when I was sixteen. I just put it away in a lockbox in case I'd want it someday, and it's like I knew I'd marry an antique dealer."

"I'm not an antique dealer quite yet," she whispered, rolling her eyes as she closed the box and set them down on the side table.

"Yet," he reminded her and then met her with a kiss. "But one day... you will be."

They pulled each other as close as possible and their sweet kiss sent their hands traveling everywhere. They fell onto the freshly made king bed, their arms clinging to the other's bodies. Melinda pulled back, pressing kisses up his neck.

"And all I got you for this trip was some edible lingerie for me wear," she whispered in a husky tone against his lips when they broke apart.

Jim groaned and pressed their lips together briefly. "Go get them," he begged.