[March 28, 2012; 6:52 PM]

Shane had been in an almost uncharacteristically good mood all day. She'd been especially sunshiny with patients and her fellow nurses, abandoning her normal brand of subtle snark in favor of a amiability that was almost unheard of for those who weren't, you know, Adam. In fact, so good was Shane's mood, that she even smiled at the fellow who cut her off in traffic on the way home. Normally, such a course of action would've drawn a string of colorful curses, half in French and half in English, but such was Shane's mood, that she was willing to overlook something like that.

It was all because that day marked exactly six months of marriage to the man Shane loved. Exactly six months ago, they had been walking down the aisle, and then moving into their new apartment, and that was actually monumental. Adam was the first relationship she'd ever had that had lasted longer than maybe a month or two, and after five years, they were still going strong, and she loved that man so damn much. She wanted to give him the world. She wanted the whole world to know that she, Shane Beatrice Sawyer (formerly Benoit) was the luckiest woman alive, because one Adam Sawyer had graced her life with his presence.

So, naturally, that meant that Shane needed to cook a veritable feast of food from her home (the only good thing that Louisiana had given her.) She had her music turned up loud, and she danced around the kitchen, singing along (loudly) as she cooked. The sleeves of her sweater were pushed up, and she stirred the pots on the stove and the bowl on the counter with an almost child-like glee. She loved every single milestone that she and Adam had, and even if she didn't really appear to or go out of her way to celebrate, she remembered them all, keeping them treasured in her heart like a dragon's treasure. She was so absorbed in what she was doing that she didn't even hear Adam come in. She didn't even know he was home until she turned around and saw him in the doorway of their kitchen. Her whole face lit up and she put down her whisk and bowl, tackling him in a hug and kissing him enthusiastically.

"Do you know what today is, Mr. Sawyer?" She'd managed to find herself looking down at him, her legs wrapped around his waist as her arms rested on his shoulders. Without waiting for him to answer, she informed him, "Today marks six months exactly since we said 'I do,' and I am cooking you a regular Cajun feast." She grinned, kissing him once more. If anyone who knew her outside the walls of their home could see her, they'd be... shocked, really. Shane was never that open, about anything, except around Adam, which actually was the way she liked it. He just brought out this playful, goofy side in her, and she loved him for it. Hence, six months of marriage.

Adam was a little later than usual coming home as he'd stopped off to visit Savannah, he liked spending time with his little sister whenever he could. Savannah had of course known that it was their sixth month anniversary today and had handed him a card that was from her. But as she'd assured him it was intended for his lovely wife, "Gee! Thanks sis!" had been his reply in mock annoyance but Savannah would be Savannah with her sense of humor. When he got home, he could hear Shane moving about in the kitchen and singing along quite loudly.

Shutting the door behind him and dumping his keys, Adam wandered through to the kitchen a smile appearing on his face as he watched her move around the kitchen. Adam was wondering how long it would take Shane to notice that he was currently leaning on the doorway and watching her. Then right on cue, Shane turned around and noticed him. He grinned as her face lit up and she tackled him. The next thing he knew, Shane was looking down at him with her legs wrapped around his waist and she was asking about what day it was today.

His hands were on her waist as she didn't wait for him to answer and proceeded to inform him that today they had been married for six months exactly."No I just forgot about that," he joked "It smells delicious in here and I got something for you," Adam pulled Savannah's card from his pocket and passed it to her, "It's an anniversary card from Sav, somehow she managed to get a six month one from somewhere." Savannah had her sources alright. "She says Hi by the way and told me that I should try not to give anymore of her exes black eyes since she's split up with somebody else I think," He rolled his eyes, well why not? They broke his baby sister's heart so he would break their faces. Fair was fair.

Shane rolled her eyes as she unwrapped herself from Adam, her bare feet touching the cool linoleum in their kitchen. She flitted back over to the pots and pans and the mixing bowl. She stirred the bowl a few more times, then carefully scooped the contents into a pie shell. Apple pie was Adam;s favorite, so naturally it was part of their six-month anniversary dinner, because that was part of how Shane was- when she cared about someone, she loved them with everything in her, so she lavished her attention and time and effort on them, just to make sure they wouldn't ever, ever doubt it. She knew that Adam knew, but she still liked to show him, even if she was sure she wouldn't ever be able to completely tell him or show him or anything, just because the love she had for him was so big. Covering the pie with a top crust, she put it in the oven to bake.

"That reminds me, I need to call her sometime soon." She paused what she was doing to look up at Adam, shaking her head and laughing. "Baby, I know you mean well, but you really should stop beatin' the shit outta Sav's exes. I mean, we're running out of space in the backyard to hide the bodies."She gave him a wink, going back to the pots and pans on the stove, humming softly to herself. She glanced over at Adam and rolled her eyes lovingly. Love him though she did, Shane was glad that Adam hadn't ever met any of the guys she'd dated over the years. Well. She'd usually been the one to break it off, usually as a preemptive measure to avoid getting her heart broken, so, by her reckoning, there wasn't really any reason for Adam to hulk out or anything, but he was overprotective, and she wasn't sure he'd see it that way. "Besides, you don't know that Sav isn't the one breaking his heart. Girl's pretty, after all." She could predict already how Adam would respond, silly man that he was.

"Dinner will be ready in about ten, if you'd like to get the table set for me, cher." She leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, taking one of the pans off the stove. There were some men who'd think she was ridiculous for making a big deal about six months, but Adam was not one of them. Truthfully, Shane suspected that, had she not already planned something, he would've taken her out or something. Just because that was the kind of man he was. She smiled to herself as she took her sister-in-law's card off the counter where it had been laid. Savannah Sawyer was actually one of Shane's favorite people in the entire world, just because she was as snarky as Shane was. "Adam, your sister's as much of a smartass as I am." She took the final pans off the stove, transferring everything to serving dishes and carrying them out to the table. "Happy six-month anniversary."

Adam shook his head, "Nope it's definitely them if Sav's crying like she was all those times when I broke their jaws," He said half joking half not. "When she isn't and she's laughing then that's fine." That was one of the things he loved about his wife, the fact that she got on with his sister so well. "Oh I'm sure that we can find space to bury the bodies somewhere," he winked at her "Maybe we could go dump some on Green Street, leave some real skeletons in their closets. Give the rumor mill something other than threesomes,"

He shrugged "Well threesomes, cheating and whores. Something other than the usual crap," he smirked at her and mock saluted her when she asked him to set the table kissing his cheek."Yes Ma'am," He said and got out the cutlery and the plates and went off to carefully set the table as he was instructed. Though he wondered when would be the right time to tell her that he was getting deployed again in April for a short period of time. From the seventeeth until July 17th. It wasn't as long as it had been in the past but still.

He hated leaving her. Anything could happen if he was away, anything could happen to Sav or Shane or both! Plus he missed her a lot, keeping a picture of her on him at all times wasn't really enough for him. But he smiled as he came into the room "Oh I know she is, I lived with her for years. Happy six month anniversary," He echoed grinning at her "You still haven't got sick of me 'cause I could never ever get sick of you Becky Thatcher," He teased, the Becky Thatcher thing had come from numerous Tom Sawyer jokes.

Shane snorted. "Cher, the rumor mill don't need any more fuel, be it threesomes or you dumpin' bodies." She looked at him over her shoulder as she moved about the kitchen. She could honestly just watch Adam for the rest of her life, and never be bored. She just... almost couldn't believe that he was actually hers, and that she got to call herself his, for the rest of their lives. Looking at him still gave Shane butterflies, like she had so much happiness inside of her that she was fairly bursting with it. She felt like it was all she could do to even keep her feet on the ground, she was so happy. Yeah, they were probably still in that 'honeymoon phase' or whatever, but so what? Shane Sawyer was a woman in love, and she tended to tell everyone and anyone who would listen. In the last six months, she'd been on the receiving end of about... 2342342343 eye-rolls, because someone commented on the fact that she was now sporting a ring.

There was a time when Shane had believed she'd never get married. She wouldn't ever let anyone else own her, to put a big ol' sparkly rock on her hand to broadcast that she was someone else's property, so hands off! That had been Before Adam, though. Now, she couldn't be more thrilled to actually belong to Adam, and to have him belong to her, too. They were each others', and that was the way it ought to be. Shane had never had anyone really want her before- not the way Adam did. She'd had flings and whatever with guys who wanted her body, but they weren't interested in the rest of her like her husband was, or at least not enough to spend the amount of time Adam had convincing her.

That was why she was okay with being an Army wife, to be honest. Because she knew Adam'd stay true. She sat down at their little dining room table, spreading her napkin, lady-like, over her lap. (Just because she was rough around the edges didn't mean she couldn't ever be refined, after all.) She grinned, just a little goofily, at Adam's nickname for her. It was an in-joke; when they'd first started going out, Shane'd teased him about how his parents should've named him Tom. Then, it had just become their thing; he was her Tom Sawyer, she was his Becky Thatcher. "That's Becky Sawyer to you, sir, and don't you forget it." He made her a little bit silly, which was part of why she loved him so much. It was, honestly, actually a bit nauseating, if Shane were to look at it objectively, but... Well, Shane was okay with being a little nauseating sometimes. Not all the time, but sometimes. "Darlin', I couldn't ever get sick of you. Ever." She reached across the table and squeezed his hand, giving him a wink. She retracted her hand and said a quick blessing over their food, crossing herself the way her grandparents had taught her. She wasn't actually religious, really, but it was just a habit. "So, uh, dig in." She set to serving herself, expecting Adam to follow suit.

OOC: This is what cotton candy is made of. Fluff and sweetness.

Adam smiled at her "Oh I'm so sorry Mrs Sawyer! Will you ever forgive me?" He leaned over and kissed her cheek "Don't worry you are Becky Sawyer, no case of mistaken identity there, because nobody else could ever be the right Becky Thatcher for me." He smiled at her remembering his wedding present to her, a copy of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. He'd gotten his lovely sister to pass it along to Shane when she had gone to check on her sister in law before she'd had to walk down that aisle. His mother would have only fussed

Savannah Sawyer was close to Shane and definitely approved of her sister in law, even if she hadn't approved of Adam being with Shane he would have stayed with her anyway. The fact that she approved just made things a little better. Adam smiled fondly at her crossing herself, he thought that it was kinda cute. "Gladly," he winked at her when she said to dig in. He was halfway through his food when he decided to tell her about what was happening with him being deployed. She had to know, she was his wife after all. He had to.

"Uh Shane?" Adam said clearing his throat of something discretely "They told me today, I gotta go away again. But it's a lot shorter than last time! Seventeeth of April until July 17th. Not as long as some of the other times have been!" He hated leaving her it was awful, just a picture of his wife for months? It plain sucked, Tom Sawyer without his pretty little Becky Thatcher. God damn awful. Shane had Sav to keep her company and he had a bunch of guys, like a long extended violent guys night. Of Doom. But he liked his job, he'd met Shane that way after all.

"Well, I suppose I can try," she said, a teasing grin playing at her lips. That was their little in-joke; when Shane had learned his last name, Adam had automatically become Tom. He was Tom Sawyer and she was Becky Thatcher. That was just the way it was. That had been why his wedding present to her had been a copy of Tom Sawyer. Shane still had that copy of Tom Sawyer, too. It stayed in the drawer of her nightstand, always. Shane wasn't at all the outwardly sentimental type. She was the outwardly angry, happy, excited, or sexy type, but she wasn't the outwardly sentimental type. That book, though, had become more than a book. In the margins, between the lines, really anywhere that wouldn't block the actual text of the story, was their story- their first date, how Adam proposed (all three times), their wedding, every deployment... Shane didn't think Adam even knew about her annotations. She wasn't going to show him, after all, because Shane was not sappy.

Shane hated when Adam was away. The house didn't feel like a home without him in it; still, he was a soldier, first and foremost, and so was she, and whenever either of them was called away, they had to go. Shane sighed softly, reaching across the table again to squeeze Adam's hand. "Well, you know I'll be here waiting for you, cher. I'll miss you." She had Sav to keep her company, though, and she could always pick up more shifts at the hospital. What else was there to do? Maybe she'd even (gasp!) try to make a friend or two. Something, to keep her occupied.

No, it wasn't as if they hadn't been apart longer, and there was always Skype, and Shane had her book, but it wasn't the same. She gave a slightly saddened smile, raising an eyebrow. "You just better come back to me in one piece, or you'll have me and Sav to deal with. Frankly, I'm not sure who'd be scarier in that case." Underneath the teasing was a note of seriousness; that had always been their 'deal,' as it were, whenever one was deployed: they always came home to the other. Always. They always promised each other, even though they both knew that there wasn't any real guarantee. Adam had Sav and his family and a life worth talking about, if anything were to happen to her, but Shane... Shane only had him; there wasn't anything worth going home to in Louisiana. No friends, no family, all her bridges burned. She got up and went around the table, standing over Adam for a moment before settling herself on his lap. With a little smirk, she leaned down, kissing him lightly. "Well, mon cher, if you're goin' away soon, best be celebratin' this right." If Adam was shipping out in three weeks, she wasn't letting him leave with any shadow of a doubt of exactly what he had waiting for him when he came home, and... she wanted to be as close to him as she could, while she could.

He smiled at her, like he always did. Whenever Shane had that teasing grin on her face, Adam couldn't help but do whatever she said. Even if it was "Hey Adam, go throw yourself off a cliff and die for me please cher." He would do it, though feel slightly worried about the fact that he was going along with it. All she had to do was smile at him like that and then he would be absolutely useless like the amazing husband that he was. Although he was pretty sure that she wouldn't ever tell him to do that.

"Both of you, I'm pretty scared of. You and Sav with baseball bats? I'd run for the hills." Adam said half joking and half not, of course his beautiful wife would still look gorgeous even if she was trying to chase him and kill him with an offensive weapon. Secretly though, his baby sister with a baseball bat was slightly scarier. Oh if only he could get her to do that with some of her ex boyfriends. That would make his job as big brother so much even though he really doubted whether Sav would actually do a thorough job.

So he'd better stick to attempted murder dealing with his baby sister's exes. "I'll always come back to you Shane, you know that." It wouldn't be in a box with an American Flag either, he could never do that to Shane. Never. Then Shane was on his lap and Adam could not stop the stupid grin that appeared on his face, never mind how much he mentally berated himself for that stupid grin. It did kind of get wider once she leant down and kissed him, Adam wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him once again.