Big thanks to my sis, Mirandabelle, for brainstorming with me and coming up with the bet in the minigolf scene. And MantaI305ApollosChariot for help with Audrey's swimsuit.

The next stop for the little family was the Lady Gay Riverboat which was to both indulge Audrey's romantic side and to give Jon a break from the "thrill" rides.

The idea of a riverboat invoked visions of Mark Twain and romance for Audrey. For Shawn it meant trying to ignore any and all connections to the author whose books he was forced to read at the beginning of his first summer with Jon until his teacher figured out what to do with him.

Unfortunately for them all, the ride turned out to be boring. There wasn't much to see but ducks in the water and the occasional horse or cow out in the pastures.

Afterwards, they hit the tracks and spent the rest of the morning racing the Turnpike Cars. Shawn attempted to bribe one of the ride operators to make the antique cars go faster, but the operator told him the only thing the cars were capable of being rigged to do was to go slower. His disappointment lasted until they got to the Bumper cars where he and Jon took great delight in trying to send each other and Audrey into the walls.

Next on the list was Wonderland Mini golf which was adjacent to the Park. Tickets came free with their passes to Dutch Wonderland, so the trio took advantage of them and headed to the course for lunch.

However Shawn had a plan that would either get him big bonus points with Jon or a grounding. He was betting on bonus points given the nature of the weekend but knew there was a high chance that he might not see the outside of the cabin for the rest of the trip. There was no point in thinking it over however, so he marched quickly ahead of his people forcing them to follow.

"Shawn," Jon called after him. "Where are you goin'?"

"I have a couple of things I wanna check out before we leave," he shouted over his shoulder.

"We'll be back," Audrey told him as she and Jon rushed to catch up with him.

"I know but we won't be back on this side." Shawn paused long enough for them to get close then took off again. "The race cars and bumper cars are on the other side. And there are rides over here I wanna see before we go."

"Why?" Jon asked, suspiciously. Shawn was too focused for this to be as simple as looking at rides.

"Because half the point of bein' here is to get an idea of where we can take the baby the next time we come."

That was confirmation to him that this was not about the rides.

Jon and Audrey went along with him with little complaint though. Shawn managed to weave the three though the crowd to his destination without getting separated.

"Shawn," she said when they finally stopped. "You know we can always do this the next time. The entire park is baby friendly so it's not like she'll only be able to go to certain places."

"Oh, I know," he said, holding onto them both in case one decided to step out of line once they realized they were in a line. He did not miss that Audrey referred to the baby as her. "But I still wanna get an idea. You're not gonna wanna walk all over the park lookin' for stuff and carryin' her."

Jon gave him a mischievous smile. "Shawn, there's this newfangled invention you can put kids in and push 'em around. It's called a stroller."

Shawn rolled his eyes as required by teenage attitude. He didn't want Jon to know he appreciated the snappy comeback even if he didn't like it thrown at him.

"Chances are you leave it at home because you think a tiny baby is light enough to carry on your back all day," he shot back, shaking his hair out of his eyes.

Confused by where the statement came from, Audrey looked at Jon who shrugged.

Shawn couldn't hide that they were in a line for long. So he chattered about his baby sister hoping to distract Jon and Audrey from the ride they were actually in line for.

As he talked, all three of them noticed that people started giving them very strange smiles. The longer they stood in line the more the people around them joined in the conversation to give Jon and Audrey an incredible amount of unsolicited advice about pregnancy and parenthood.

Along with many congratulations.

Confusing as it was, Shawn found it a great distraction; Jon and Audrey were too weirded out by the very personal questions and advice to pay attention to where they were headed.

However, his plan was nearly spoiled when a grandmother in her sixties for some reason thought it was okay to put her hands on a stranger. She reached out to touch Audrey's stomach while cooing that she was so tiny she must be one of those who wouldn't pop out until very late. Audrey was greatly disturbed by this behavior, and Jon very nearly pulled them all out of line because of it.

"We can't leave now! We're almost there. Besides, handsy granny isn't even in line for this ride," Shawn insisted, shooting the woman a dirty look.

She glared right back at him, upset by their reaction.

Jon grabbed him by the shoulder and hissed in his ear, "Cut the baby talk in public, okay? You've got people thinkin' Aud is pregnant."

Shawn wasn't listening; they were next to board the ride.

The attendant looked at them and said, "Next six riders. Just two more boats for this time. How many in the family?"

Jon started to answer when Shawn stepped up to the attendant and whispered something in her ear. The attendant gave Jon and Audrey a curious glance then a sly smile.

The couple exchanged wary looks.

"Just a minute," she said with a wink.

After a few minutes, the attendant returned and let a family of six on the ride ahead of the trio. The last boat pulled up and she waved Jon and Audrey aboard.

Shawn remained where he was as the attendant announced that the boats were full.

"Hey, wait," Jon said, putting a foot back on the dock, "He's our kid and this thing isn't full."

"Sorry, sir, ride's full," she said with such cheery fakeness Jon stepped back into the boat to get away from her.

Shawn shot his people a bright Joker grin and a salute, then ducked behind the couple next in line.

"Shawn!" Jon yelled at him as Audrey grabbed his shirt and pulled him into his seat as the boat began to move.

The teen continued to wave as the attendant closed the ride leaving Jon and Audrey with no choice but to take a romantic gondola cruise without him.

Or at least a romantic cruise was Shawn's plan.

It turned out the gondolas weren't exactly like the ones found in Venice. They were just standard amusement park boats in bright colors. However, it did appear that couples who had family members to watch their kids often negotiated a boat ride by themselves. Which explained why the attendant was more amused than surprised by Shawn's whispered request that his parents needed some time alone before their family expanded.

He meant his permanent inclusion into their lives, but if the attendant took it to mean Audrey was pregnant, well, that wasn't his fault; he didn't say anything about that.

After the initial annoyance of Shawn's antics, Jon stretched out as much as he could and put his arm around Audrey who seemed more enamored with the "gondola" than she was the riverboat.

Feigning annoyance, Jon said, "Why in the world is he still tryin' to set us up?"

Audrey chuckled and snuggled against him. "I think it was very sweet of him."

Jon grinned. "I just don't wanna know what he said to bribe that attendant into givin' us a boat to ourselves in a crowded park.

"Try to enjoy the sentiment and the ride."

"Oh, I am!" he assured her, pulling her as close as possible. He really wasn't bothered by Shawn's "gift" and he was grateful to be able to sit down for more than a minute or two. He briefly wondered if Shawn would always pull these tricks or if they were something else he'd grow out of.

He hoped he wouldn't.

As the ride progressed through the Botanical Gardens, it was hard for the couple not to compare it to the real thing. Both Jon and Audrey had been in gondolas in Venice.

For Jon, he'd been on one with a self-absorbed blonde who thought she was God's gift to him and every needy kid on the planet. He promptly dumped her for a Swiss brunette with a slight French accent as soon as they got back on dry land.

As Jon was dumping the blonde Audrey was boarding the same gondola with dancers from her ballet troupeWhi when they were in Milan to attend classes in the Cecchetti method at La Scala Theatre Ballet. Just like in London and the performance of Miss Saigon, they had been in the same place at the same time without knowing it.

Compared to Venice the cruise was an average boat ride through the canals of the botanical gardens with landmarks from around the world along the way. While Audrey found charm in the ride, Jon felt it would have been greatly improved had they been able to make out discreetly. They couldn't so he had to settle for nearly falling asleep on her more than once.

Making out was apparently what Shawn had in mind for the ride as well. He was waiting for them at the exit and was less than thrilled to get Jon's feedback.

"Am I in trouble for ditchin' you guys since nothin' happened?" he asked scrunching his nose up and shoving his hands into his pockets.

Jon gripped his shoulder tightly. He gave the teen a tight scowl and hissed in a low voice, "Yeah, you are."

Shawn repressed a groan; the cabin was too small and boring to stay in the rest of the weekend. "What's the punishment?"

He glanced at Audrey with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "I'm gonna kick your butt at mini golf," he grinned. He let go of Shawn's shoulder and gave it a light slap. "No more delays, kid. You're dead."

Realizing Jon wasn't even a little annoyed with him, Shawn put his arm around Audrey and obediently followed his people to lunch with a pleased smile on his face.

While there were a number of eating places outdoors, due to the heat increasing as the day went on, the trio chose to go to Merlin's Pizza & Pasta Buffet to cool off. While Jon and Audrey stood in line to order, Shawn busied himself with inspecting the restaurant.

He appreciated that the place was child friendly, and highchairs were plentiful. Rather than say anything out loud about this that might attract unwanted attention to Audrey, he snapped a picture to remind himself of it later. When he turned around to join his people, a little girl with dark eyes stared at him with a serious look. She was about four years old with a halo of dark curls around her head.

"Hi," Shawn said to her.

Her serious expression turned into a scowl. "Are you gonna use that?"

"Huh?" Shawn followed where her finger was pointing at the highchairs. "Oh, no. Nah, I was just checkin' it out."

"Why?" she asked warily. She folded chubby arms over the bib of her pink overall shorts.

"Well, next year my parents and I'll be back here with my baby sister. I just wanna check things out," he explained. "You know, see what the park has for kids and what we'll need to bring for her."

"Everything is for kids," she replied unimpressed. She turned her head to give him an intense side-eye. "You're too big for that."

Shawn blinked. Then a slow smile spread over his face. She reminded him a lot of Morgan who was also rather sassy, though not quite as serious.

"I know," he said, leaning over and putting his hands on his knees so he was at her level. "If I sat on one of those I'd break it and go splat."

The girl cracked a smile. "You're funny."

"Thanks."

She wrinkled her nose at him and grew more serious than before. "Is your mama having a baby too?"

"Well," Shawn hesitated as he gave Audrey a glance. "Not yet. Soon though."

"My mama is and I don't want it." Grumpily she hugged herself as tears sprang up.

"How come?"

"Because I'm Mama's baby," she said forlornly.

As the youngest child as far as he knew, Shawn didn't fully understand the sentiment, but he did remember Cory being very unhappy with the news of Morgan's impending arrival and his fear of being forgotten by his parents.

Shawn also remembered what it was like to have a big sister. He adored Stacy and was devastated when Virna ran her off. His nose twitched as he pushed back the emotion that welled up at the memory to focus on the little girl in front of him.

"Yeah, but bein' a big sister is really important," he told her sincerely.

"How do you know?" she asked skeptically.

"I have a big sister."

She stared at him for a moment. "That's not the same."

"Kinda is," he shrugged.

"It's a boy. I wanted a sister," she pouted and stamped her foot.

Shawn did not know it was possible for a face to contort into such a deep scowl.

He paused for a moment trying to think like a little kid and what would be helpful to hear. He knelt in front of her, resting his hands on his knees. "Yeah well, brothers are cool. I have…several."

She squinted at him, unconvinced.

What made Cory accept Morgan? he wondered. Then he remembered what Eric told Cory about being a big brother. "You're the biggest right?"

She nodded.

"That means you're the boss and in charge."

Her dark eyes lit up at this and she leaned in closer to Shawn. "Really? I can boss him around?"

Of course, that would be what she heard.

It was also what Eric told Cory.

Shawn rubbed the back of his head and very nearly said yes and told her she could also blame him for things she did.

He caught himself.

Would that be what he wanted someone to tell his sister?

Shawn knew from experience kids could figure out the sibling hierarchy without being encouraged, so he opted for what he would want to tell his little sister instead.

"Yeah, you could. Or you could be a nice big sister. You know, watch out for him, teach him stuff. Then he'll want to do what you tell him. And he won't cry to Mom that you're bein' mean to him."

"Oh," her eyes went wide, and she crouched down like he was. In a whisper she said, "I don't want Mama to be mad at me. I'll be nice."

"Good," Shawn said, running a hand through his hair. "Then he'll brag he has the best big sister in the whole world and that's pretty cool. What's your name?"

"Ziva," she said. Her eyes were bright, and the serious scowl was gone. "What's your name?"

"Shawn."

"I like Shawn," she grinned. "That's what I'm gonna call Tony."

Shawn frowned in confusion. "Who's Tony?"

"Ziva!" a woman called out. "Come on. It's time to eat."

Ziva looked over her shoulder and waved at the woman. "That's the name Daddy and Mama chose, but I like Shawn better. So he's gonna be Shawn 'cause I'm the big sister and I'm the boss."

Shawn waved goodbye to Ziva as she ran back to her parents unsure if he made things better or worse. When he rejoined his people, Audrey gave him a strange teary-eyed look but said nothing.

After ordering the trio found a table and sat down. As he picked up his pizza, Shawn commented offhandedly, "This is a pretty great place. I know Ziva will really like it when she's old enough to care."

Jon and Audrey exchanged looks. Shawn saw this and explained.

"We saw you. Her parents came over and talked to us," Jon told him. "Not bad advice you gave her. I am surprised you didn't tell her she could blame little brother for the stuff she does."

Shawn gave an abrupt laugh. "I thought about it." He paused then added. "I like the name Ziva."

"So do I," Audrey said. "It's pretty. And different."

"Very pretty name," Jon agreed then made a face. "But not so pretty when paired with Turner."

"Or Andrews." Shawn frowned. He took a bite of his pizza and chewed thoughtfully. "Or Hunter." He let out a frustrated grunt. "Man, I thought I had the name! Ziva Julia sounds good, but Julia would be a terrible last name for us."

It took Jon and Audrey a moment to understand that he was suggesting they all change their names. Both chuckled at the thought.

"We have plenty of time to choose a name, honey," Audrey reminded him. "It's not like she's just going to show up unannounced."

A chill went down Shawn's spine with his next bite. A shadow of foreboding fell over him. He didn't understand where this strange sense of urgency and anxiety was coming from. "I think we oughta do it soon though."

"Why?" Jon asked.

"I dunno how to explain it." He rubbed his hands together as though he was cold. "It's just…we oughta have something ready to go just in case."

"Just in case what?"

"I'm not sure."

As Shawn stared at his food Audrey gripped Jon's knee and leaned over to whisper in his ear, "I think he's worried Chet will come back and ruin things."

Jon nodded his agreement. He'd had the same thought.

Shawn suddenly sat up straight with a grin on his face as though someone had flipped a switch. His attention was solely on miniature golf now.

"Hey Mama, if you beat us, I'll buy you a funnel cake and win you one of those big stuffed dolphins no matter how many times I have to play the Crossbow.

Jon groaned, wadded up his napkin, and threw it on his tray. "Are you forgettin' who's payin' for all of this, kid? Don't let your mouth write checks I'll have to cash!"

The Joker grin was firmly in place as he stared at Jon. "What? I brought my allowance."

"What if I end up kickin' your scrawny butt, Hunter?" he shot back with an arched brow and his tongue in his cheek.

"You won't," he chirped with a smirk. He turned his attention to Audrey. "Whaddya say, Mama? Play for a snack date with your only son?"

Audrey shook her head and grinned. She loved it when he and Jon got going like this. "How could I say no to an offer like that? What happens if I lose?"

"Oh." Shawn dropped his chin to his chest for a moment then looked up at Jon with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "You can have a snack date with Jon if you lose."

"So what does that make me?" Jon huffed, leaning back in his chair with thud.

Audrey and Shawn caught each other's eyes and grinned. In unison they laughed, "The consolation prize."

"Yeah, yeah," he rolled his eyes. He really should have seen that one coming. "You're lucky I like you two so much."

Jon had never played mini golf before.

Since it was just putting and his putting stroke had always been very good, he expected to be good at mini golf. However, the hard putting surfaces were much faster than the greens on a real golf course, and he felt like he spent the entire time hitting putts way past the hole. He felt ridiculous taking so many strokes to get a ball in a hole surrounded by brightly colored cartoon characters.

Shawn didn't fare much better.

He'd played mini golf many times over the years with Cory's family on the Jersey shore and was significantly better than Jon. However, because he did not know all the dips, turns, and quirks of this course the way he did the ones he grew up on, he also had problems on almost every hole.

Wonderland mini golf was quite a bit different and a lot more maddening than any other course he'd played before.

The first issue came up when he got stuck on the pipe hole.

It was incredibly frustrating to hit more than one perfect shot yet having each one end up nowhere near the hole. He took that frustration out on the ball with a wonky, thoughtless whack that sent it straight through the pipe and into the hole.

Shawn stared at the course questioning his life choices before Jon pulled him on to the next hole.

The Windmill, which was his best hole on the Jersey Shore, was abysmal in Lancaster. He could not get the shot he wanted, which was the windmill itself. Jon got aggravated and told him to just play around. Shawn had not "played around" since he was eleven. He wasn't about to start again at fifteen.

However, the course insisted that he did.

The Windmill mocked him as it lazily turned in the breeze. He was way over par and holding up play for everyone else. Jon, apologizing to the families behind them for his son's silent temper tantrum, confiscated Shawn's putter and all but carried him to the next hole.

As Jon and Audrey took their turns, Shawn watched the family behind them.

The seven-year-old got a hole in one.

"She cheated!" he squawked indignantly, shoving his putter in the girl's direction. "Look! She picked the ball up and set it right in front of the windmill. That's illegal."

Distractedly, Jon looked away from Audrey who was lining up her shot. "She's a little kid, Shawn."

"So?" He stared in horror at the same hole. "Ah! What's that!?"

The youngest child in the family, five at the most, kept hitting his ball before it came to a stop, counting one every time the putter touched the ball. He made the hole with "one" shot.

Shawn was infuriated by the unfairness of it all.

"Lemme ask you somethin'," Jon said, amused by Shawn's dramatics. He put his hands on top of the putter's shaft and leaned on it.

"What?" he snapped, still glaring at the little kids.

"How old are you?"

"Fifteen,' he snapped sullenly. He caught Jon's look and explained, "Mr. Matthews wouldn't let Cory and me do stuff like that when we were little kids. He made us play like adults."

"So?"

"So why don't they have to play like adults?"

Jon gave the little kids a puzzled look then nudged Shawn to take his turn on the current hole. "I don't know, they aren't my kids."

"I'm your kid," he said, stubbornly refusing to move on. "Do I have to play like an adult?"

"Are you kiddin' me?"

"Dead serious, man." Shawn glared at the windmill.

"You really wanna do-over on the windmill, don't you?"

"That kid got one!" He shrugged his shoulders trying to line up his shot, but he couldn't focus. "That stupid thing killed my score."

"Yeah" Jon sighed, rubbing his thumb across his forehead. "And Audrey is killin' us both. It really doesn't matter anymore."

Audrey was the clear victor much to Jon and Shawn's chagrin. In a very un-Audrey like fashion, she took immense satisfaction in defeating a real golfer and a near pro-mini golfer and she insisted on taking a picture to show Andrea and Eli.

Shawn was in a foul mood over the loss until he saw the menu at the Par 3 Ice Cream Parlor and Café where they celebrated Audrey's win. Then, after another round of golf where he and Jon lost even worse than before, the trio headed back to the cabin with funnel cake in hand to relax before dinner.

Back at the cabin, Shawn promptly spread himself out to take up every inch of futon space. Within seconds, he was asleep drooling on three pillows as he lightly snored.

Audrey relaxed on the love seat with her feet on the arm of the sofa reading a book.

The only place left for Jon was a lounge chair that didn't recline. He was tired and wanted to lie down but did not want to be alone. As he passed the kitchen to join his family in the living room, the radio under the overhead counter caught his attention. Absently he turned it on and switched it to a local rock station.

As if the DJ knew what he needed to hear, Springsteen's Better Days started to stream out of the speaker. A smile broke through the tiredness on his face. He never thought he'd understand the Boss' reason for writing that song.

But he did now.

Jon walked over to Audrey and nudged her knee. She saw the exhaustion on his face and moved so that he could sit next to her. Before he did, he went over to the futon to wrestle a pillow from the deep sleeping teenager and tossed it onto Audrey's lap. The shortness of the couch was less than comfortable but with his head on the pillow looking up into those gray eyes, he didn't care.

Audrey set her book aside to focus on him. She lovingly ran through her hands through his hair in the way he'd grown to crave then peppered his face with light kisses. He let go of everything he'd been thinking about and relaxed, happy and content.

With everything.

"Today was a good day," she said softly.

He nodded his agreement as he tangled his fingers in her hair that was draped over him like a blanket. "I never thought I could have fun at a place meant for 12-year-olds," he said with an amused smile.

"And younger. Mini-" She paused her thought as Jon pulled her down for a kiss. When he released her, she went on, "Mini golf was my favorite."

"Least favorite for me! Eighteen is a perfect score in mini golf and it's just puttin'. I can't believe I didn't do better than a 41 on a kiddie course." He laughed. Playing with the ends of her hair, he said with admiration, "You are seriously good though. You know Shawn's played a lot on the Shore, but those skills didn't transfer here and neither did my puttin'. How'd you do it?"

She grinned. "I watched the people ahead of us and saw what they did wrong and where the course went funny."

"Are you kiddin' me? You took it that seriously?"

She nodded with a self-satisfied smile. "You were handling Shawn at the Windmill, and I got bored." At the stunned look on his face she said, "I also didn't overthink my shots. You and Shawn played like you were at the Masters."

Jon looked incredibly irritated. "I've played Pinehurst No. 2, Audrey. It's 7,588 yards, has a course ratin' of 76.5, and a slope ratin' of 138. Those greens are extremely hard to putt because it has so many false fronts, edges and backs where the holes are. De-greener putts happen at the time. And I made par on it!" He folded his arms over his chest making her sit up slightly.

Audrey raised her brow at this. "I have no idea what any of that means."

He rolled his eyes and gave a self-deprecating laugh. "I play good golf."

"And I play good mini golf," she replied, swinging her hair out of his reach.

"Yeah, you do," he chuckled, taking her hand and placing her palm against his. "You deserve somethin' better than a consolation prize that's for sure."

"I didn't really think I was getting that much," she teased. "Considering where I am right now and with whom."

One of the many things Jon adored about her was the ability to tease her like he did Shawn without her being offended. She gave back better than she got and with much humor. Every other woman he'd dated had been the opposite.

He was in a playful mood and could see she was too, so he said drolly, "Yeah, well, a woman like you should have a weekend like this every month at the very least. Instead you've settled for marryin' a guy like me."

She gave an exasperated sigh while amusement sparkled in her eyes. "A guy like you huh?"

"Yep. A teacher livin' from paycheck to paycheck in a bad part of town who can't make par on a kid's golf course." He examined the lock of her hair wrapped around his finger as he struggled not to laugh. "I dunno, babe, I'm pretty broken down. You deserve a better boyfriend. One who can show you a whole new world."

Audrey leaned over him more. The hair he wasn't holding dropped down over the side of the couch forming a curtain between him and the late afternoon sun coming in through the window. "A dazzling place I never knew, huh?"

This broke Jon's immersion in the story he was creating. "Huh?"

"Weren't you quoting the song?" she asked in amusement.

"What song?"

"A Whole New World?"

"Sure it is."

She rolled her eyes as they dissolved into quiet laughter.

"Anyway," He suddenly became serious. "Maybe someday I'll get it together to give you the forever you deserve."

"You sound like Shawn," she retorted in mock annoyance. She poked his chest twice. "What do you want?"

He arched an eyebrow and tried to look innocent. "I want you to have a boyfriend who can take you travelin' the world."

A wicked smile slid over her face. "Me too."

This was not the response he was anticipating.

He was impressed, but said, "Oh, ouch, Aud. Right to the heart." He put his hand where she'd been poking him.

With a teasing grin, she twirled a lock of hair around her finger right in front of his nose. "Do tell where this theoretical boyfriend will take me."

Jon pretended to consider this. "Paris without a doubt."

Audrey arched a brow. "And what if this boyfriend hates French food?"

"He'll deal with it."

"Paris is a bit cliché, though, don't you think?"

"After the way we've done things, clichés would be a nice, predictable change," he laughed.

She pursed her lips and shook her head. "I thought we were talking about where my boyfriend who's not you is going to take me."

"Oh, right," Jon said, feigning seriousness. He furrowed his brow and resumed planning. "What about Switzerland? I've skied the Swiss Alps many times and there are some amazin' resorts I would recommend to the two of you."

Audrey's eyes lit up and she dropped their game for a moment. "I've danced in Zurich before during a European summer dance program. They have an incredible ballet company."

"Hmm," Jon said with a playful glint in his eyes. "If Paris is too cliché I guess we can skip it and go to the Alps and the ballet."

"Oh no we can't!" She cried so emphatically that he wasn't sure if they were still playing. "Jon, do you have any idea how incredible it was to dance on the very stage where the Phantom of Opera occurred?"

She was so serious he couldn't help but laugh. "Pretty sure that's just a story, babe."

Audrey waved her hand dismissively at him. "What else does this boyfriend have on his itinerary?"

'Paris now apparently."

"Well, if we're doing cliches, add a kiss at the top of the Eiffel Tower."

He chuckled. "What about Italy next?"

"I danced in Milan." A nostalgic look settled in her eyes. "That's when my company took a day trip to Venice."

"Milan, Venice- got it," he nodded, adding them to a mental list. Although he was teasing her, he had a reason for planning this "fake" European vacation. "Anywhere else?"

Audrey's smile saddened slightly, "I was supposed to spend a summer with the Brigitte Gauci Borda School of Dance in Malta, but I ended up hospitalized before it happened."

Jon could see tears forming in her eyes. He reached up and touched her cheek. "I didn't realize Malta had a ballet company."

"The ŻfinMalta National Dance Company," she said with a distant look in her eyes. "You'll have a hard time finding a country in Europe without a national company."

Jon let his hand drop to his chest as he tried to come up with a way to bring back her smile. "What about Spain?" he asked, hoping to distract her.

It worked.

A dreamy smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "The Posodos Ballet Company. I danced with them the same summer I was in Italy. That was a lot of fun. I'd love to go back to the Ballet Cymru in Wales too." The mischievous gleam was back, and she poked him in the chest. "I must be getting one rich boyfriend to be able to afford all of this. At least I better be. Because I am not sleeping in hostels. It's 5-star resorts, private jets, and expensive dinners only thank you very much."

Jon looked deeply apologetic. "When I said I wanted you to have a boyfriend who can take you travelin' through Europe I did mean in style, although he'll have to be willin' to take money from wealthy parents even if he doesn't talk to them."

A tender look settled in her eyes as she ran her fingers through his hair again. "And I want you. So how're you going to afford it? I assume you're talking about our extended honeymoon."

He nodded, pleased that she knew all along.

"I hope you do have some favors from Mummy and Daddy and their business associates to call in," she teased.

"Well, actually," he said, feigning embarrassment. "I was hopin' my not girlfriend' would call in her dance favors. Otherwise I'm gonna have to sublet the apartment so I can use my rent money on top of saving' to afford everythin'." He paused to shoot her a faux worried look. "Do either of us have a cousin with a private jet?"

This made her laugh out loud and nearly woke Shawn. "You're such a scrub."

"Am I still gonna get some love from you?" He grinned as he put a hand behind her head and pulled her into a kiss.

"Mmmhmm," she replied. Their kiss deepened until a sudden snort snore from Shawn as he turned over reminded them they weren't alone.

"Well, not boyfriend," she went back to teasing him. "I could get used to traveling. And this guy I'm with right now is definitely making it worth my while so far. It's more than I've gotten from anyone since Mum died."

"You deserve it," he said with an affectionate smile. "Especially since we're skippin' the romance of datin'."

She played with the curls resting against his forehead. Her eyes sparkled with flirty mischief. "Well, date or not, thanks for inviting me."

"Thank Shawn. It was his idea," he admitted with feigned annoyance.

"I know. He loves me more than you do."

Jon shook his head adamantly. "Not a chance in the world he does, babe."

"I love you, too, Jonny."

A hot fire spread through him as she leaned down and kissed the fingers of the hand that rested on his chest, and it wasn't long before he had to get up and take a walk around the grounds outside of the cabin to cool off.