2 Year Anniversary:

Vzzt! Vzzt! Vzzt!

Pacifica opened her eyes as she both felt and heard her phone going off. She reached over, turned the alarm off and sat up. She normally didn't sleep with her phone on the bed next to her pillow, but she needed to get up early today without waking her husband or daughter. Therefore, she had set her phone on silent the night before and set it next to her pillow. She peaked over into the bassinet next to the bed. 6-week old Persia was still asleep, her arms resting slightly above her head. At some point her pacifier had fallen out of her mouth. Pacifica carefully picked it up and gently placed it against her baby's lips. Persia subconciously sucked the pacifier back into her mouth and grunted softly in her sleep. Pacifica smiled, kissed her baby's forehead, and then turned to check on her husband.

He was curled up in a ball, his hands tucked under his pillow, snoring softly. His hair was sticking up at all angels, leaving his birthmark fully exposed. Pacifica kissed said birthmark before slipping out of bed, putting on her slippers and bathrobe and heading downstairs. Normally she'd wake up a few minutes after Dipper's alarm went off. He normally took Persia downstairs with him, and would give her a bottle as he made breakfast Pacifica and himself before going to work. Today, however, she was making breakfast for him. Not just any breakfast, either, banana pancakes, his favorite. Why? Because it was their two-year anniversary, that's why.

Yup, it had already been two years since they'd said "I do." In some ways it felt like it had been forever ago. In other ways it felt like yesterday. She smiled to herself as she flipped on the lights in the kitchen, and began pulling out the bowls, spoons, and ingridients. They'd had no idea what was in store for them 730 days ago. They knew they wanted to move back to Gravity Falls, but they had expected it to take 5-10 years. They both wanted to pursue careers, but they didn't know which direction that was going to go. A baby certainly wasn't in the plan. Babies? That wasn't even on the agenda that fateful day two years ago.

But, here they were: living in a house they owned in the town they both loved. He was wrapping up his first semester working as a professor teaching study away classes for a university. She was getting ready to start a clothing design job for her sister-in-law's company. And, best of all, they had their beautiful little girl, their Persia, the person who had single-handedly changed their lives for the better simply by existing.

Pacifica had fried up about half the batter, and had just squeezed a gallon worth of fresh orange juice, and had dug some bacon out of the fridge when she heard Dipper coming down the stairs. He wandered into the kitchen, Persia held up against his shoulder.

"What's all this?" he asked, a curious smile on his face.

"Oh, just fixing a certain someone's favorite breakfast for a certain special occassion," Pacifica answered coyly.

"Oh?" Dipper arched an eyebrow playfully. "And who would this 'certain someone' be? And for what occassion?"

Pacifica grinned, then stood on her toes and pecked him on the lips. "Happy Anniversary," she sing-songed.

"Happy Anniversary," Dipper returned before stealing another kiss.

Persia whined from where she was still propped against her father's shoulder.

"Alright, alright," Dipper gently bounced her. "I know you're hungry, Peanut." He began rummaging through the fridge, pulled out a small baggy of stored milk, took a clean bottle out of the cabinet, poured the milk into it, filled a bowl with hot water from the tap, and set the bottle into it. He did all of this one-handed as well, gently bouncing their daughter and humming to her. Pacifica smiled as she watched them, genuinely fascinated by how quickly her husband had taken to Daddy Life. He continued rocking and humming to Persia to keep her from crying until the milk was warm enough for her to drink. He then leaned up against the kitchen cabinet, tucking Persia into the crook of his arm to give her the bottle. As Pacifica finished cooking, Dipper burped Persia and set her in her bouncy seat, which was set up next to the table.

"Thank you, Princess, this looks delicious," Dipper said as he sat down across from her.

"I hope it is," Pacifica answered as Dipper took a bite.

He smiled and needed. "Yup, it is."

The two chatted mindlessly as they ate. The past 6 weeks, though incredibly exciting, had been busy. It was a little difficult for them to find time to just talk and spend time with each other. They still managed, though. Eating breakfast together was one of the ways they made sure the connection between them wasn't lost.

After about an hour, though, they had to come back to reality, and Dipper headed upstairs to get ready for work as Pacifica began cleaning up. She checked over her shoulder to see if Persia was alright. The little girl was staring up at her, watchingher every move with intent curiosity. Pacifica smiled. Persia had proven very quickly to be a very observant baby. She was always watching everything around her with keen interest.

"Only six weeks old and you're as curious as your Daddy," Pacifica said to Persia, who responded a small coo.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Dipper, now fully dressed, replied as he re-entered the kitchen and approached his wife.

"Uh-huh," Pacifica answered, slipping her hand into her pcoekt to retrieve the note she'd written last night. "Just wait until she gets old enough to chase after things."

"Let's not talk about that yet," Dipper nervously chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Pacifica's waist. Pacifica returned the hug, slipping the not into his back pocket.

"Hey, what are you-what's that?" Dipper asked.

Pacifica stood on her toes to reach his ear. "Don't read until you're alone."

A slight blush spread over Dipper's face as his eyebrows raised. "Mmm, something not appropriate for 18 and under, maybe?"

"Just a little sneak peek of what to expect tonight."

"Oh, really?"

"It is our wedding anniversary."

"That it is. Speaking of which, I should be home around 4:30 today, make sure to wear something nice."

"Oh?" Pacifica arched an eyebrow. "What for?"

"Uh-uh, you'll have to wait and see. I'll just tell you that Mabel has already said she'll come by to watch Persia for a few hours, so it will just be you and me."

Pacfica's stomach lurched a bit. They hadn't had any alone time since Persia had been born. "Mm. That sounds nice." She meant that. It did sound nice. All the same, she wasn't sure she was ready to leave Persia.

Dipper chuckled then kissed her. "I'll see you later, Princess."

"See you later."

Dipper let her go, and bent down next to the bouncy seat and kissed the top of Persia's head. "See you later, too, Peanut."

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Pacifica screwed the top back on her mascara and began searching around to see which shade of lipstick she wanted to wear. Well, it was her anniversary, after all. Why not go with a bold red? She had just finished the first coat when she heard from downstairs.

"Announcing, the greatest Auntie in the world! Auntie Mabel!"

Pacifica rushed to the top of the stairs (which was hard to do since she was in heels, for the first time in 7 months at that.)

"Sh!" she hissed to the glitter covered brunette standing in her foyer. "I just put her to sleep."

"Oh," Mabel mouthed as she tiptoed up the stairs and peaked into Persia's crib in the nursery. "There's my little cutie niecy," she quietly squeed as Pacifica finished getting ready.

"I pumped some bottles, they're in the fridge for when she wakes up. Put-"

"Put it in a a bowl of hot water for two minutes before giving it to her. She can sit in the bouncy seat, but don't let her sleep in it. If she gets fuzzy give her a pacifier, any will work but the one with the llama toy attached is her favorite. Emergency numbers are on the fridge. Same as the three to four text messages you sent me, right?" Mabel asked, an eyebrow arched.

Pacifica sighed. "Yes."

She knew Persia would be okay with Mabel. This wasn't Mabel's first time taking care of Persia. The first two weeks she had often come to the house after work to keep an eye on the baby for a little while so Pacifica could take a nap. But this would be her first time watching Persia without Pacifica in the house with her.

Pacifica began curling her hair once she was satisfied with her make-up. As she was spraying it with hairspray, she heard the door open again.

"Pacifica, I'm home," Dipper called from the foyer. Pacifica smiled as she put on her earrings and grabbed her clutch purse. She checked herself in the mirror one more time. She was wearing a sleek, red dress that came just above her knees. She smiled at her appearance, then strutted down the stairs to meet her husband. Dipper's eyes grew wide as he watched her descend the steps.

"Whoa," he gasped as he met her at the bottom of the staircase. "You look amazing."

"Thank you," Pacifica smiled as she gave him a small peck on the lips. Two years and a baby later and she could still take his breath away.

"Well, clearly I can't be seen in this old thing next to you," Dipper gestured to his clothing as he began to make his way to the stairs. "I'll be right back."

"I'll be here," Pacifica winked at him. He gave her a sly smirk before climbing up the steps and making his way to his bedroom, stopping in the nursery first.

"Hey, Mabel," he called to his sister who was sitting in the rocking chair next to the crib, watching her niece sleep.

"Hey, bro-bro," she called back.

"She asleep?" he gestured to the baby in the crib.

"Yup. Snug as a bug on a rug."

Dipper looked into the crib and smiled at his daughter before heading towards his bedroom. "Thanks again for volunteering to watch her."

"No, problemo. Have fun galavantin' and romancin'!" Mabel called after him as he closed his bedroom door behind him. He searched through his closet, looking for something that would measure up to what Pacifica was wearing. On one hand he wasn't sure what he was expecting. It was Pacifica. Tell Pacifica to wear something nice, and she dresses to the nines. On the other hand, holy smokes, his wife was the most beautiful woman on the planet and she was not afraid to show it off. He wasn't sure how he'd gotten so lucky to end up with a goddess like her but he wasn't complaining! He finally decided on grey dress slacks, a white button up, and a navy blue blazers. He got dress, brushed his hair down, and went back downstairs to where his wife was waiting.

"Well, hellooooo handsome," she hummed when she saw him. Dipper smiled as he took her hands in his.

"Well I can't let you outdo me, can I?"

Pacifica chuckled as she stole a small kiss. Dipper lead her out to the car and opened the door for her. She slid into the passenger seat, he walked around to the driver's seat, and drove off.

"So, where are we going?" Pacifica asked again.

"You'll have to wait and see."

"Aw, that's not fair," she whined.

"Not fair?" Dipper scoffed. "Slipping me that note early in the morning when we can't get around to actually doinganything in said note until later tonight after Persia's asleep? That's not fair!"

Pacifica giggled, blushing slightly as they stopped at a red light. Dipper dove over from his chair, took her face in his hands, and kissed her. Not a little peck like they'd been stealing from each other all day, but a long, passionate, heated kiss. Pacifica gasped, eyes widening at first, before melting into the kiss. Her fingers found their way into his hair, her nails scraping across that one area just above his neck that was sensitive. He all but growled as he tugged at her hair, pulling her close, deepening the kiss. Until…

Honk! Honk!

"The light's green, bozo!"

Dipper tore away from her and began to drive, looking a bit embarassed, but mostly just a bit amused. They sat in silent for a few moments, then burst into an explosion of giggles.

"Is it good or bad that we're still causing these kinds of shenanigans after two years of marriage?" Pacifica asked one they had gotten their laughter under control.

"I'm going to go with good," Dipper answered before asking. "How bad is my hair messed up?"

"Not too bad, here," Pacifica reached over and combed the few ends that were sticking up down with her fingers.

"How's my lipstick?" she asked once she'd finsihed fixing his hair. He waited until they were stopped at a redlight, then looked over.

"Eh, just a small smudge, here," he reached over and ran his thumb near the right corner of her mouth until said smudge was gone.

"Hm, you're getting better at that," she smiled once he was done.

"Better at what?"

"Not messing up my make-up," she answered.

"Oh, just wait until I get you home and alone," he replied with a sly grin as he pulled into a parking lot. "We're here."

Pacifica looked out her window, a smiled ear to ear. They were at the Aquatic Restaraunt, the nicest seafood restaurant in town (though not the most creatively named, but they lived in Gravity Falls, so that was to be expected.) Dipper slipped out of his seat and opened the door for her.

"Wow," she gasped as she stepped out. "So this is what you had hiding up your sleeve."

"Oh, just wait until we get inside," Dipper told her with a sly grin as he took her hand in his and led her inside and told the hostess. "Reservation for 'Pines.'"

"Okay, one minute," she shuffled off. Dipper leaned against the wall of the lobby pulling Pacifica against him, staring lovingly into her eyes until the hostess came back and lead them to a private booth, complete with curtain that could be drawn for extra privacy and romantic candles.

"Wow, you went all out, babe!" she gasped as Dipper helped her to her seat, slipped in across from her and began lighting the candles.

"Well, it's not everyday you celebrate 2 years of marriage."

"You know this means you've just raised the bar for next year right?" she teased.

"Well, I do love a challenge," Dipper answered taking her hands in his. "Especially when it's about ways I can spoil my Princess."

Pacifica giggled and lowered her head to hide the fact that she was blushing. Dipper set his hand under her chin and titled her face back towards him, stroking her lower cheek with his thumb.

"I love you," he whispered in a warm voice that made her body tingle.

"I love you, too," she replied before he stole another small peck on the lips. They spent the next two hours talking, eating, sipping a little bit of wine, but not too much because Dipper still had to drive home and Pacifica was still breast feeding. They couldn't help but beam through the whole night. It was almost as if they were on their honeymoon again for a little while. Unfortunately they were not actually honeymooning and had to start heading back home soon. Not that it was so bad, seeing as they had their little girl waiting on them when they got back.

Mabel was lying on the couch, playing a game on her phone when they got back.

"Aren't you supposed to be watching Persia?" Dipper chastised.

"I am," Mabel insisted.

"Doesn't look like it."

"She's asleep again, I just lied her down," Mabel explained as she hopped to her feet. "Sheesh."

Dipper let go of Pacifica's hand and headed upstairs to check on Persia.

"He's just a little protective of her, that's all," Pacifica explained.

"Of course he is, it's Dipper," Mabel replied, rolling her eyes. "You should have seen him when we were kids."

"I did," Pacifica crossed her arms. "Don't think I forgot all the snide remarks he made to get back at me for teasing you. Not to mention revaling the Northwests were frauds."

"Ooh, do I sense some potential blankmailing going on behind the scenes?"

"Marriage is as much a battlefield as it is a partnership, Mabel dear, you use whatever you can," Pacifica winked playfully as Mabel chuckled.

"What are you ladies plotting?" Dipper asked as he came back down the stairs and into the livingroom.

"Your downfall," Mabel answered.

"Ah, so the usual," Dipper dead-panned to the women's amusement.

"Well, I'll get out of your hair. Call me if you need me to babysit again."

"Will do, thanks again, Mabel," Dipper called after her.

"Later, loverbirds."

After Mabel had left Pacifica wandered upstairs, stopping in the nursery to check on her little girl. Persia was snoozing peacefully, pacifier in her mouth. Pacifica smiled as she gently ran a hand over her baby's hair. 6 weeks. It had already been 6 weeks since their little angel had arrived. It still only felt like it had been yesterday. Like she had blinked and all of sudden she was pregnant. Then blinked again and the baby was here. When parents said time went too fast with babies they really meant it.

"Please stay small forever," Pacifica whispered to the sleeping babe. As she watched her daughter snooze she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her from behind. Dipper placed his chin on her shoulder and looked into the crib with her a soft smile on his lips. They just stood there for a while, not saying anything. There was nothing to say. They both knew what the other was thinking. After a few minutes Dipper realeased one of her arms from her waist so her could push her hair over one shoulder, exposing the back of her neck to being kissed. Pacifica immediately tensed up.

She had learned over the 24 months of their marriage to distiguish the different types of kisses her husband gave her. There were the casual kinds, the ones he gave her in greeting or passing. There were the flirty ones he teased her with adn made her giggle like a school girl. There were the passionate ones that were meant to take her breath away. And then there were those kisses. Those kisses that were meant to simply be appetizers for something else. Those kisses meant to entice and excite her. Those kisses meant to drive her crazy. Those kisses that made her crave him until it drove her insane.

This was one of those kisses.

Yet it didn't quite have the desired affect this time. This time it scared her. Yes, she had promised him…

...that would happen tonight. Now that they were actually here, though…

He hadn't seen her since she'd given birth. He hadn't seen the stretchmarks covering her abdomen and upper thighs. He hadn't seen the lumps on her stomach from the extra weight she hadn't quite lost yet. He hadn't seen the still slightly loose sking that had yet to regain it's tightness.

"You okay?" Dipper asked in a voice barely louder than a whisper, his breath warm against her ear.

A shiver ran down her spine as she nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Dipper gently turned her to face him, his face furrowed with concern. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"You and I both know that's not true."

Pacifica sighed. "I'm...I just...nervous, I guess."

Dipper chuckled softly, arching an eyebrow. "Why? It's not like we haven't done this before, case in point," he jerked his head towards Persia in the crib.

"I know, I know, but this is the first time we've tried antyhing since...well...since I gave birth. And, you haven't really seen what I look like, so...I'm nervous you might not like what you see."

"Well, don't be, because that's not going to happen," Dipper answered.

"You haven't even seen-"

"True, I haven't seen what you look like now yet. But, I watched you carry our child inside you for nine months, all while facing terrifying situations that you held your head high you turn a horrible situation into a blessing for others. You were about, what, seven months pregnant when we got this empty house, suffering from back pain, and you turned it into a home overnight mainly by yourself because I had to start work. And then, to top it all off, I watched you go through excruciating pain and exhausting labor, for 16 hours to bring my daughter into this world."

Pacifica was vaguely aware that they had been backing out of the nursery and towards their room as he spoke, but she was mostly lost in the warm, brown, glow of his loving gaze.

"You, my love, are the strongest person I have ever met, and if that isn't as attractive as sin I don't know what is," his voice lowered to a devishly gravelly tone as he pushed her up against their bedroom door, tackling her mouth in a kiss. "So what if you've got a couple battle scars on your stomach?" he asked once they parted. "Scars are sexy anyways."

"It's not just the stretch marks," Pacifica mumbled. "It's the extra weight and-"

"Oh, good, that means there's more of you I can love on," Dipper smirked as he forced the door open and closed it behind them.