Shawn spent Saturday with Cory, Topanga, and T.K., whom he'd been dating on and off since his birthday. The Matthews had invited Jon and Audrey over for dinner, so the little family reunited in the Matthews living room in late afternoon. With Mr. Feeny away at his cabin for the weekend, Jon walked through the front door hand in hand with Audrey.

Eric congratulated him with a wink, wink, nudge, nudge that was far less awkward than any of his brother's attempts at the same thing, but weird all the same. Eric's best friend congratulated him on acquiring a kid and a hot wife at the same time, which was by far the most uncomfortable acknowledgment yet.

Jon and Audrey were more than a little taken aback that yet another student knew.

Pre-lunch conversation was an animated discussion about plans for guardianship signing. Very quickly the boys' plans grew out of hand as their plans stretched to include carnival games and live animals, specifically pigs.

Jon put his foot down at this saying little Cory was the only live animal allowed prompting Shawn to immediately ask if that meant they could have dead animals instead.

Ultimately, Shawn decided that he just wanted those closest to him to be at Chubbie's: Cory, Topanga, Eric, Morgan, their parents, and T.K. eating and shooting some pool.

And eating cake.

Audrey's cake, specifically.

"Are you sure that's everyone, honey?" Audrey asked as the men got up to collect the plates and utensils to take outside.

"Well," Shawn paused and glanced at the house across the back yard. "I mean, I'd kind of like Mr. Feeny to be there if things were, you know, different."

Alan walked around Audrey to slap the back of Cory's head to get him to help Eric set up the picnic table outside and to hand Shawn the silverware. He walked back to the table and looked at Jon. "You think there's a chance George might let this thing with you and Audrey slide for Shawn? She's almost done with school. What difference could it make now?"

Jon contemplated this for a while, then nodded slowly. "I could talk to him. I think George has been so hard on me outta concern more than anythin'. I know he'd wanna be there for Shawn. Yeah, I'll talk to him."

Lunch duties were divvied up: Jon and Alan on the grill, Amy and Audrey would take care of sides and desserts, and the kids were not to burn anything down while they waited. Morgan was mildly offended that three teens were put in charge of her. She felt it should be the other way around.

"So," Amy gave Audrey a sly look as she prepared the corn for the grill while the student teacher started on the brownies. "How are things going?"

"Great," Audrey replied with a pleased smile as she methodically laid the ingredients out in front of her. "I can't believe that Jon and I'll officially be Shawn's guardians soon.

Amy chuckled and gave the men outside a glance. "That is not what I'm talking about."

Audrey focused on measuring her ingredients in a way she normally didn't. "Oh?"

"I mean how are things going with Jonathan?"

She gave a shake of her head that looked like a shiver. "Good."

Amy was amused by the younger woman's blush. There were few things she loved more than a good love story.

"This is your first relationship, right?" she asked as she began to pull the outer leaves away from the corn.

Audrey hesitated. There were times when her inexperience was embarrassing. But she knew Amy wasn't asking out of judgement. She nodded. "First and only."

"While I think that is terribly romantic." Amy had to stop herself from reaching out and tucking her hair behind her ear as though Audrey was her daughter. It was strange to think she was just a couple of years older than Eric. She seemed so much older and more mature.

Taking hold of the tassel of the corn instead of Audrey's hair, Amy began to shuck the corn. "Just please do not brag too much about that in front of Cory. He's convinced Topanga should be his one and only romance ever."

Audrey smiled at the thought of the teen couple. "Even Cory has more relationship experience than I do," she pointed out.

"I think being twenty rather than five when you decide on the one and only helps you know a little more what you're looking for without much experience," she laughed. "I still think they both need to date more before deciding."

"Maybe," she said as she watched Jon help Alan haul the grill closer to the backyard hose. "I don't know Amy, I've never had much desire to date and when I did want to see what it was like, everything was going wrong. Either there was never a good time, or I never met anyone I was into enough to bother."

"And then you met Jonathan again." Amy didn't bother to hide her grin.

She blushed as she mixed the dry ingredients together. "Yeah. Everything fell into place once I met him. I still can't believe he's J. I mean what are the odds we'd find each other here in Philadelphia?"

"Meant to be," Amy said with a knowing smile. She added the freshly shucked corn to the pile and picked up the next cob.

"Better not let Cory hear you say that."

The women laughed.

Audrey set the dry ingredients to the side and reached for the milk. "Reconnecting with Jon has made my dad really happy. He's worried about Jon and missed him so much over the years."

"Has Jon talked to him about the two of you getting married?"

"Yeah," she poured the milk into her bowl and set the measuring cup aside. "Apparently Daddy had a little talk with him on the class trip while Shawn and I were visiting with other residents. Then about two months ago while I was watching Shawn because I thought he was out on a date, Jon snuck off to the City to ask him for his blessing."

Amy put a hand over her heart. "And he said yes."

"He said I was free to marry anyone I wanted but Jon was the only one he'd give that blessing to."

"Meant to be," Amy said again with a dreamy sigh as her thought drifted to her own love story with Alan.

"I can't wait to be married," she murmured more to herself than to Amy.

Amy did not miss the longing in her voice. She couldn't help but smirk. "For legal status or something more?"

Audrey's face turned bright crimson when she realized she'd spoken aloud. "Can I plead the fifth?" she asked sheepishly.

Amy wagged a finger at her. "This isn't a court of law, it's my kitchen. No, you can't."

Since she was preparing food, her hair was up in a high ponytail making it impossible to hide behind her hair. She tucked her chin to her chest and replied almost shyly. "Both."

"Meaning?" Amy prodded good-naturedly but firmly.

Audrey was at a loss on how to respond. This was not a topic she'd ever talked about before with anyone. Finally, she pushed down her embarrassment and responded, "I'm sort of looking forward to the wedding night."

Amy grinned. She found Audrey's reactions adorable but didn't want to insult her by saying so out loud. "Sort of?"

Audrey tried to hide by suddenly returning the milk to the refrigerator, but Amy still heard her say, "Very much so."

"I remember that excitement," she chuckled. "It is a special time."

"I'm nervous," she admitted, returning to her station she began to mix her wet and dry ingredients together. "But still excited."

Recalling what she knew about the young woman specifically her desire to wait until marriage, Amy tipped her head to the side and asked, "How much do you know?"

"Um…" Audrey was at a loss on what to say. Talking to Jon about it seemed less intimidating than talking to Amy. "I'm not sure."

"Not sure?"

"Well, my mum died before she could talk to me in depth about anything," she explained. "I knew basic stuff. Daddy was far too uncomfortable to talk to me when I was older, so he asked some of the women who worked with him at the Back Fence to give me the Talk."

"How did that go?"

Audrey shook her head in amusement. "They told me everything I didn't need to know and nothing I actually did. I learned a lot from Mrs. Sartori who used to babysit me."

Amy laughed. "Well, if you decide you need some motherly advice, I am happy to provide it. Besides it'll give me some practice for when my other daughter needs it."

Her words warmed Audrey and made her smile although she wasn't sure she'd actually take her up on the offer. "Thanks, Amy, I appreciate it."

Before the conversation could progress further, Shawn and Cory burst through the kitchen door. The boys were going on about plans for attending a sporting event, but they were talking so fast it was hard to tell which sport they were talking about.

Amy smiled as they passed through out to the backyard. She'd never seen Shawn so happy.

"How is he doing?" she asked nodding at door as it shut on Shawn's back.

Audrey sighed and shrugged. "He's happy about us and our family."

"What has he said about Chet and Virna?"

"Not much. He talked to Jon some earlier, but for the most part he's pretending they don't exist."

"That's not good."

"No, it's not," she agreed. She picked up the hand mixer and plugged it in. "Jon went through the same thing with his parents; it's what led to him meeting my dad. That might have been a good thing in the end, but the reason for them meeting wasn't."

Amy nodded. Outside of the window the teens were flitting around the men cleaning the grill and pestering them with questions. Alan waved them away. "They are a lot alike."

"You have no idea," Audrey said as she mixed the brownie batter. "Jon says it's eerie how much like him Shawn is. It scares him actually."

Finished with the corn Amy set it to the side and started on the potato salad. "And that's why he took Shawn in."

"He didn't want him to go through what he did."

"He's a good man."

"The absolute best." Audrey paused then took a deep breath. "Jon wants to start the adoption process as soon as we're married and start family counseling after the guardianship papers are signed, too."

"That sounds like a good idea."

"I think so. I'm glad he suggested it. Counselling isn't exactly something Jon's comfortable with."

"Alan would go kicking and screaming if I suggested it," Amy sighed with a slight smile.

"He's been doing it for me though," she said sitting the mixer to the side. "Comes to some of my sessions with Shawn when they can get away. In a way we've already been doing the family counseling. It's just this time the focus will be on Shawn."

"Is Shawn open to it?"

Audrey shrugged. "Jon only just mentioned it to him. He seemed okay with it, but that may change when we actually go. Shawn's preferred method of dealing with things is not dealing with them and I know how hard that will be to change."

Amy nodded in agreement then started to say something more when the back door suddenly flew open.

"Hey, Mama," Shawn, with Cory right behind him, ran up to her and tried to dip his finger in the batter. His hand was promptly smacked.

"Yes?"

"Do you have any Wint-o-green Lifesavers?"

Audrey frowned for a moment. "In my purse. Why?"

"Can we have some?"

His overly enthusiastic request made her pause. "Sure."

The boys exchanged secretive looks.

"Thanks, Mama."

While Shawn took off to the living room to retrieve Audrey's purse, Cory slid up his mother.

"Hi, Mama,"

"Cory," Amy drawled giving him a skeptical look. "I am not your mama."

Cory seemed shocked by this. "What?! Since when? Are you trying to tell me I'm adopted?"

He stuck his fingers in his curly hair. "That explains this," he muttered.

"No!" Amy rolled her eyes in exasperation. "I mean you don't call me mama. You call me mom. What do you want?"

Shrugging off earlier doubt, he leaned over to rest his chin on her shoulder. "Do we have any bottles of Coke?"

"There are cans in the fridge."

"No, I mean a bottle, ya know." With his hands he outlined the shape of soda bottle in the air.

"Yes," she eyed him suspiciously. "In the pantry. But just use the cans."

"They won't work."

Audrey and Amy exchanged looks as the teen headed to the pantry. Cory was just pulling out a two-liter bottle of soda when Shawn returned with the mints.

"Got it, Shawnie?" he asked cheerfully.

"Got it." Shawn held up the bag. "Cor?"

He held up the bottle. "Got it."

They pumped their fists in the air and made a mad dash outside.

"What on earth was- "Amy began.

Audrey's eye went wide with understanding. "Soda geyser!"

Amy rolled her eyes. "The last time they did that they cracked one of George's windows!"

"How?"

"They put B.B. pellets in the bottle with the mints."

Audrey dropped her pan of brownie batter and rushed outside with Amy on her heels.

"No offense, Alan, but this thing shoulda been cleaned a long time ago."

Jon was standing next to Alan staring at the grill that was thick with caked on grease, sauces, and carbon buildup.

"Please tell my oldest child that," Alan said, trying to chip off some of the blackened mess. "He's been insistent on learning to grill but refuses to cleanup."

With a side glance and an arched brow, Jon asked, "Have you tried tellin' 'Kyle' to clean up?"

Alan's closed his eyes and put a hand over his face as he shook his head. "No, I haven't. But you know that actually might work. Unless he's renamed himself."

Jon laughed and followed Alan to the shed to get the cleaning supplies for the grill. After spending some time sorting through an assortment of tools and toys that had been thrown haphazardly inside thanks to the kids not putting things back where they belonged, the men emerged with long-handled wire brushes, a wire bottle brush, a putty knife, and a five-gallon bucket.

"Hey, Morgan!" Alan called as Morgan darted towards the house from the treehouse. "Ask Mom for some Dawn, vinegar, and baking soda, would you please?"

Morgan wrinkled her nose at him then gave Jon a funny look. "Are you and Mr. Turner making a volcano in the grill?"

"No," he chuckled. "Cleaning up Eric's mess."

A few minutes later Morgan brought the items requested and skipped off again.

"So how are things going with Audrey?" Alan asked as he took the putty knife to the grate to scrape off the carbon.

"Fantastic, man," Jon replied with a grin. "I can honestly say I will never need or want another woman. She's it."

Alan stopped what he was doing to give Jon a look of faux outrage. "Who are you and what have you done with Jonathan Turner?"

Jon's grin grew even larger as he filled the bucket with soap and water. "Yeah, I'm eatin' my words now, but it's worth it. I cannot wait to get married."

"That's quite a change in tune from a year ago."

Jon nodded. "I never thought I'd say it, but I am ready to be married."

"I bet you are," Alan remarked, helping Jon remove the grates. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I admire your restraint, Jon. I don't how you do it being under the same roof with her so much. Amy and I couldn't do it."

Jon removed the debris that collected in the bottom of the grill. "Yeah, well you and Amy didn't have Feeny in your face tellin' you stay away either when you closed your eyes."

"Yeah, that's a mood killer," Alan made a face. "No offense to George."

"Shawn's with us most of the time so that helps," Jon went on, "but I'm tellin' you, Alan, we have had some close calls. I mean real close. Valentine's Day was the worst. Had to take us both for a long walk that night."

Alan gave him a look of genuine surprise. "Going for a walk instead of an empty apartment? You are in love, aren't you?"

Jon nodded. "I don't want Aud to regret anythin' later. It's important to her so it's important to me. And yeah, I really am."

"So you got plans for a proposal yet? "

"Whether Shawn believes it or not I do actually. I've had the ring since December."

Alan handed Jon a wire brush and they began to scrub the soaked grates with a paste made from vinegar and baking soda.

"Oh, it's way worse than I thought," Alan laughed. "Let me guess- went to a jewelry store for a necklace and walked out with a ring."

"And a necklace and earrings." Jon stopped his scrubbing for a moment. "You know Shawn is right about one thing, the way I told her I love her was terrible. And I do plan on makin' it up to her."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." He put his foot on the seat of the bench and rested his elbow on his knee. "See on Valentine's Day I asked Aud about her first kiss. Turns out it was with me."

Alan looked horrified. He was very familiar with this story- it was one of Cory and Shawn's favorite. "Oh no, not the triple dog dare kiss!"

"Yeah, unfortunately," Jon grimaced. "That kiss was somethin' else I had to make up to her, so I asked what she imagined her first kiss bein' like."

Alan put his hand up. "Let me guess- movie scene?"

"Movie scene." Jon nodded in confirmation.

"Which one? Amy's was 'Love Story'."

"End kiss of 'An Officer and a Gentleman'. Apparently, Aud's had a thing for older guys on motorcylces for a long time."

"Lucky you."

Jon wiped his hand over his mouth to hide exactly how much he loved that. "So, I kinda remembered the kiss and she really remembered it. Later on, when we were walkin' to the Poe House, someone was watchin' that movie with their window open, and we heard the theme song playin'."

"Your song?" Alan well knew the answer.

"Our song." Jon went back to scrubbing the grate. "I'm gonna recreate that scene for her."

"Not bad," Alan said in admiration. He took the bucket and dumped the dirty water out before filling it up again. "How are you gonna get her to work in a factory for a day though?"

"Not a factory, her dance class. I may have already talked to her dance partner about this."

"You've got so bad there is no recovery!" Alan exclaimed amusedly. He was very impressed though, especially since this was all coming from a guy who didn't do romance gestures beyond the dating industry standard.

"Aud'll go back to the American Ballet Theater when she goes back home for graduation. I'm gonna set it up to walk through the buildin' to her studio and get her from class. Gonna carry her out to the main practice stage. I really wanted to propose at the Met or somewhere she used to perform but ABT is close to the Village and where we'll go to celebrate. Anyway…"

Alan couldn't help but smile at how caught up Jon was in literally sweeping Audrey off her feet.

"Shawn'll be there already," he went on. There was a dreamy faraway look on his face. "He's playin' D.J. and will have "Love Lifts Us Up Where We Belong" playin' while I carry her to center stage. Once I get her there, I'll ask her to dance. After that Shawn'll join me…"

"And you go down on one knee," Alan finished nodding his approval.

Jon grinned. "I'll have the ring; he'll have her favorite flowers-plumeria and hibiscus."

"When are you going to do this?" Alan asked. He abruptly remembered what he was supposed to be doing and returned to cleaning the grill.

"She'll go back to the City as soon as our school year ends. Shawn and I'll join her a week later, about two weeks before she graduates. The proposal is our priority so as soon as we can get her in the right place at the right time."

"This is impressive, Jon. You've put a lot of thought and work into this."

"Yeah, well," Jon shrugged, suddenly self-conscious about the romantic overture. "Douglas Day Stewart did all the work. I'm just makin' it my own."

"Who's that the director?"

"Writer."

"Your memory is impressive then," Alan shook his head. He very fondly remembered the days of romancing Amy when everything was fresh and new. "For as many times as Amy's made me watch that movie, I really don't remember it."

"Buyin' the video helps with the details," he admitted with a laugh.

"Does Shawn approve of this?"

"He better." Jon's expression turned to mild exasperation. "I am not hirin' a skywriter and havin' 'Jon loves Audrey. Will you marry me?' written across the Philly sky."

Alan grinned then his expression also turned less jovial. "While I'm sure Audrey will be thrilled with everything you're doing, please do not tell my wife any of your plans."

"Why?"

"Because it's disgustingly romantic and Amy will be jealous. Then I'll have to recreate some scene from 'Love Story' I don't remember and don't wanna buy the VHS of."

Jon laughed. He and Alan finished the cleaning the reassembled the grill and got it ready to fire up.

"So," Alan turned to Jon with a knowing look. "You get engaged, you get married, then to work on baby sister, right?"

Jon's face paled. "You know?"

Alan clapped a hand on his shoulder and gave him a sympathetic look. "Jon, everyone but George knows."

"Everyone but George knows?" he repeated weakly.

He nodded. "Even our mailer carrier. He wishes you well."

Jon dropped the brush in his hand unable to wrap his mind around strangers knowing his very personal business. "Are you kiddin' me?"

Before Alan could say anything else, shouting at the boys from the kitchen was heard. Shawn and Cory with soda and candy in hand shot by them catching the corner of the open charcoal bag and knocking the briquettes everywhere.

Alan turned to Jon with his lips pursed into a thin line. Nodding in the direction the boys ran, he asked, "You ready for this 24/7?"

Jon looked where he was pointing and shrugged with a small smile. "I've been doin' it for a year. What's a few more years or forever?"

Next: Shawn talks to Audrey about why she's giving up her twenties to be his mother.

Jon and Shawn surprise Audrey with a special Mother's Day trip.