"Andy, this is a lovely surprise," Sharon smiled brightly at him as they pulled into the oceanfront hotel. He parked the car and sat back, finally realizing just how tired he was from the day.

"I knew we would both be exhausted, and I thought that maybe, just maybe, we could start our married life with a walk on the beach? I know we went for a walk on the beach late after Nicole's wedding when things all began, so what do you say?" he grinned at her.

"I think that is a fantastic idea," Sharon nodded. "Let's get checked in, and then before we walk, I would like to grab my sweater."

The two spent the next half hour getting checked in, freshening up, and grabbing warmer clothing to walk on the beach. Andy took Sharon's hand and led her toward the dark ocean water; the sky was dark, and besides a few lights aligning the water, it was hard to see.

"Hmmm," he said as he pulled her in for a lingering kiss. "I've felt on display all day. I'd much prefer to kiss you alone, here in the dark." He pushed her hair out of her face and kept his close to her. Sharon hummed too.

"We have been on display," she agreed. "I was glad that we didn't hear Rusty and Ricky groan at the wedding when we kissed," Sharon chuckled. "That would have been another bad behavior I would have expected out of them." She leaned up and kissed him, and he wrapped his arms around her. They kissed for a few moments, before they broke apart and smiled.

"Are we going to walk or do this?" he grinned.

"Walk," Sharon nodded. "I can't always walk on the beach." Andy let out a low chuckle, and Sharon continued, "but I can always kiss my husband."

The two clasped hands and walked. They talked about the day, the good and the bad, the frustrations and the wonderful moments. It felt good to talk and relax. It was just what they needed to reconnect, which sounded odd after they had just gotten married. One didn't think you would need to reconnect, but life had been so crazy, and the wedding had been hanging over them, that yes, this was the down time they needed to reconnect. They spent a long time walking and talking, much longer than they had originally planned. They retired to their room, happy they had the rest of their lives together.

Andy's phone woke them up the next morning, and the two saw that it was just after 9:00. Neither had slept that late in as long as they could remember.

"Flynn," he sighed as he answered his phone. He hadn't looked at the number, but he knew no one from work would be calling.

"Is it Nicole?" Sharon sat up and asked. She fumbled for her glasses, found them, and she stood to put on her robe. Andy was still silent as he listened to the caller.

"What do you mean the room smells like smoke?" he said, now irritated, into the phone. He looked to Sharon who was now standing there looking back at him. He shook his head and nodded as he listened to the phone call. "No, I don't want that. Seriously, that's all you have?" he asked. "Fine, let me call you back. I want to discuss it with my wife."

Andy hung up, and he looked back up to Sharon. She'd walked to the balcony doors to check on the morning view. She turned from there back to Andy as he finished the call. "Who was that?"

He rolled his eyes and spoke to her through gritted teeth, "That was the bed and breakfast in Napa we were supposed to check into today."

"Supposed to check in?" Sharon grimaced as she looked to Andy.

"Apparently, a guest decided to smoke in the room and hide it. This morning, they discovered just how badly the smell was. They had all smelled it on the person or couple, whatever, but the owners assumed the smoking was being done outside. Anyway, apparently the room stinks, and he was calling to tell me that personally, he didn't want to rent it tonight to us because of the smell. The kicker is otherwise they are sold out tonight."

"Oh," Sharon sighed as she shook her head. She looked back to the ocean view and surprised Andy when she started to laugh. Andy stood up and stretched and wearing his t-shirt and boxers, he walked over to Sharon.

"You'll have to clue me in on what's so funny," he said to her as stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed the side of her head. "Not the wake up I was wanting, and you suddenly laughing about it has me wondering."

"It's just so typical, Andy," she continued to chuckle as she wrapped her arms around his, which were now resting on her stomach. "It's us. Of course, there's a problem with our room. This isn't the first time we've tried to go there."

"Yeah, don't remind me. We were going to go before I proposed to you. That was going to be your proposal, and that got cancelled because of work," he reminded her.

She nodded, "Yes, and now, our luck, we have smoke. So, how did the conversation end?"

"He said if we wanted to cancel, he would obviously refund any deposit, and then he'd book us a different room a different weekend, whenever we wanted to call. He said he'd move us to a different room there, but they are full, and he was already trying to give us their best room. I'd told him it was going to be our honeymoon trip."

Sharon nodded, "So, if we agree to cancel, we can go sometime in the future and stay for free? The Napa Valley?" she questioned, looking to Andy like that was the obvious choice.

"Hey, I wanted to run it by you. We're a team, legally joined now," he grinned. "I didn't want to just tell the guy to cancel and then explain to you I'd cancelled our honeymoon. Boy, where is Provenza now? He'd just love to hear our honeymoon trip of two days got cancelled. I'd get a big told you so, and then I'm sure the team would start taking bets on when we were getting divorced."

Sharon burst out laughing and held her face in her hand as she bent over slightly. Andy kissed her neck, and he chuckled too. "Andy, please call him back. If it's bad enough he doesn't want us to stay there, I don't want to stay there."

"I know," Andy nodded. "With you still dealing with the smoke inhalation problems, that's the last place I want you too. I guess we can go home and deal with the boys. Our luck and they will have toilet papered our bedroom."

Sharon stopped laughing and turned to Andy, "That's not funny. Ricky did that to Emily as a practical joke when they were teenagers."

"Seriously?" Andy looked to her, almost in awe. "Ricky did that? Please, oh please, do not let him think of that again."

"We aren't going home, not yet," Sharon ran her hands up Andy's chest. "What if we stay here a couple days? We're already here, and we have this wonderful view," she gestured to the ocean.

Andy frowned, "Sharon, we are barely out of LA. We're not even an hour north of the city. That's not the honeymoon you deserve."

"It's the one I want," she grinned as she slipped her arms around Andy. "It's perfect if you think about it. We're tired, well, from the last several weeks and all day and evening yesterday," she grinned. "No one knows we are here. Everyone thinks we're somewhere else. We can relax here, walk on the beach, take a nap together, and Andy, it's all I want. I just want to be with you."

Andy shook his head at her as he looked to her staring back at him with sparkling eyes, "What about that vineyard tour you wanted to do and the wine tasting?"

"Andy, really, I am the terrible wife, really. It was selfish of me to ask you to go on honeymoon to wine country," she told him.

"Sharon, I've told you that never has bothered me. You enjoy wine, and I'm good with that. I just want you to be happy," he said.

"Good," Sharon leaned up and kissed him quickly, leaving him almost in a fog. "It's settled then. If they have a room, which I'm guessing we can stay in this one since they aren't full right now, we can stay here two days. If you're with me, I'll stay anywhere," she grinned and broke away from Andy to walk toward the bathroom. Andy just shook his head as he chuckled and grinned. It wasn't the trip they had planned, but somehow, it would be better.

Two days later, Andy and Sharon found themselves taking the freeway back to the condo. The two had been on the road only few minutes after spending a leisurely morning at the hotel. They had taken their time getting up, had enjoyed a lovely breakfast, and before they checked out, they had gone for another long walk on the beach. The cooler November air didn't bother them. They had bundled up, Andy even nudging Sharon to get a new sweater the day before when they had done a little shopping and exploring. After checking out and loading up, they had gotten on the road with no rush to get home.

"Well, Mrs. Flynn," he said as he tried out the name and gave her a grin, "how was your honeymoon?"

"Hmmm, it was wonderful," she grinned as she put her hand over his on the console. "I enjoyed every minute of it. Perfect."

"Well," he shrugged, "not perfect. It wasn't Napa Valley."

"Andy, stop!" Sharon playfully swatted at his hand. "Please stop being so hard on yourself about the trip. I had a wonderful time, and isn't that what matters? I loved our relaxing trip, and you can't argue with an oceanfront room. This was better than Napa. We relaxed, we walked, we slept, we had wonderful food," Sharon smiled as she trailed off in thought.

"That all?" Andy raised an eyebrow to look at her. "That's all that was special about the trip?"

Sharon blushed as she caught his eye and burst out in a laugh. "Oh, yes, how could I forget that we did some shopping too?" Andy groaned at her teasing, and the two were alerted to a text on Sharon's phone.

Sharon sighed as she read her message and flashed a fake smile at Andy, "The boys, or rather, Ricky here specifically, are wondering when, and I quote, 'When are Rusty's mom and dad going to be home?' Andy, he sounds like he's the 14-year-old babysitter," she shook her head. "I swear those two boys-I thought they might have snapped out of their playful banter while we were gone."

Andy just frowned and shook his head, "I don't know what is worse-the banter or that we have to go home to it? I know," he nodded. "We should just maybe relax with a movie or something and hide in our room. You know they won't dare come in there to talk to us."

Sharon burst out laughing and nodded, "I like the way you think. Let them fend for themselves. I'm sure they will have something to say about all those balloons."

"Oh yeah," he nodded. "We still have to deal with the balloons."

They arrived back to the condo another half hour later. They laughed as they collected their things to head upstairs. Sharon had returned Ricky's text, so they expected the boys would know they were arriving. "We're home," Sharon called to them as they unlocked the door, and Sharon walked in first. The boys were lounging on the couch and turned to greet them.

"Hey, welcome back, Mom, Andy," Ricky nodded to them. Andy threw a glance their way as he nodded and then proceeded to carry the bags to the bedroom. Sharon walked over to greet the boys. She ran her hands through their hair.

"How are things here? It seems rather quiet. Oh my gosh," she held her hand to her chest, "what is that?"

Andy rejoined her, and he looked to her, worried at what might be wrong. He glanced to the coffee table, as did the boys.

"Oh, sorry, Sharon. I know, I know, no eating on the couch. We meant to clean this up," Rusty jumped up to clean up the mess.

"Mom, we aren't five anymore, and we didn't make a mess. You and Andy eat here all the time, don't you?" he asked, as he stood.

Sharon just pointed to the box, "Is that cake?"

Andy looked to the ceiling and shook his head as he sighed. He looked back to the boys, "Let me guess-you pulled that out of the freezer?"

"Yeah, cake from the wedding. We figured Emily put it there. It was really good. Sorry again about eating in the living room, Sharon," Rusty said as he moved quickly to throw out the box.

Andy called out, "Boys, that was our wedding cake, you know, like the top layer you eat on your anniversary."

"Wait, what?" Rusty asked, now visibly confused.

"Huh, I've never heard of that," Ricky pursed his lips and shook his head.

"It's tradition," Sharon sighed. She raised a hand almost in defeat. "I can't believe you ate that."

"Seriously, that's some tradition, to eat old cake?" Rusty asked.

"How have neither of you heard of that? You are both grown," Andy complained.

"Andy, I'm not exactly the typical bridal magazine reader, and none of my friends are really into getting married yet," Ricky explained.

"Yeah, what he said," Rusty gestured.

"Plus, Rusty is just not experiencing his parents being married for the first time," Ricky grinned.

"Oh, knock it off, Ricky!" Rusty exclaimed.

"Boys!" Andy yelled. It stopped the bickering, and then he continued. "Did you eat all the cake?"

"Yeah," both said in unison, and each looked away.

Sharon and Andy's gaze met, and they shook their heads.

"Mom, I'm sorry," Ricky sighed. "I really didn't know. Andy, I feel horrible."

"Sharon, Andy," Rusty nodded. "I'm sorry."

"What's done is done," Sharon waved them off. "I don't want to discuss it. It was something special we cannot get back. I don't want to get into it right now. I was nice and relaxed."

"Yeah, how was your trip?" Ricky grinned. "Napa, so did you bring us wine?"

"Ahh, there was an issue with that," Andy jumped in. "We never got to Napa."

"Wait, you never went there?" Rusty asked. He looked to both of them and was met with a glare. "I won't ask right now."

"Maybe we should let the two of you relax out here," Ricky started to move down the hall.

"Just stop. Don't take off in your own home," Andy held up his hand. "We are just going to go and relax and watch a movie, maybe something on Netflix."

Rusty met Ricky's gaze, and the two made a disgusted face, "So, like Netflix and chill?" Rusty grimaced.

"Yeah, I guess," Andy said, now looking at the two with a clueless expression. "Why? Did you do something to the television or something?"

"No, it's just, Andy, do you know what that expression means, I mean, at least to our generation?" Ricky grinned.

Sharon and Andy looked to each other and shrugged. They looked back to Ricky, and he had a big grin on his face, "Ahh, they don't," Ricky looked to Rusty.

"Eeew," Rusty shook his head and walked away. "Nope, not having that discussion. Living here is bad enough."

"Boys, what's the phrasing?" and as he said it, Sharon grabbed his hand and started to laugh. "Andy, I think I've got it."

Andy met her gaze, and with one look, he understood. He turned back to the boys, "You two are the ones who suggested it," Andy grinned. "Shame on you both for your mind in the gutter."

"That's like nothing I want to discuss," Rusty said, and Ricky just continued to shake his head.

"I had to ask," Ricky added. "Now you know, so if that's ever someone's murder defense," he shrugged.

"Well, in any case, we are going to relax," Sharon said as she pulled on Andy. "We will discuss the cake at a later date."

"How about we get you a nicer one for your anniversary?" Ricky suggested. Andy rolled his eyes, and Sharon gave him a look. "Fine. I won't say anything," Ricky added.

Sharon and Andy turned to retreat to their room, but as they got to the door, she turned back, "Oh boys, is it safe to use the bathroom?"

The boys glared at each other and at her, "How did you move the balloons?" Rusty exploded. "We've been wondering about that for two days."

"Ahh, detective work at its best. I've always said Andy is my best detective," she grinned as she looked at him. "We'll talk about it later." The two flashed huge smiles at the boys and disappeared into their room where they shut the door. Ricky and Rusty looked to each other and shrugged before they moved to sit down again on the couch. After they were seated, they turned on a different channel.

"I'm just glad I'll be back home," Ricky grinned to himself without looking at Rusty.

Rusty turned to Ricky, "You know when they go back to work tomorrow and find those balloons in Sharon's car, I'm going to tell them it was all your idea."

"Fine with me, little bro," Ricky flashed a grin. "At the end of the day, they are married, and the stepdad doesn't hate me yet."

"Just wait until your wedding," Rusty added. "Something tells me Andy won't let you forget any of this."

"Hmm, I'm banking on Emily to get married first. No telling what we could do at her wedding," Ricky smiled.