The cool breeze from the ocean blew across a palm tree and rattled it's massive branches while at the same time sending a bouquet of jasmine through the air. No one heard the noise over the music that Dave, (one of Cappie's frat brothers) and the band offered to the occasion. No one could smell the jasmine over the aromatic scents still wafting from the lusciously overflowing buffet of foods that the caterer had graced them with.

The cake, a gorgeous three tiered affair decorated with rich, red roses and beautiful vines of ivy, was mostly gone, hardly anything more than a handful of crumbs and many, many very happy guests. The champagne that had been flowing freely now merely trickled into the more enthusiastic drinkers glasses.

Vows, toasts, and all the best wishes had been offered, consumed and reiterated more times than anyone could count. Pictures were snapped. Tears were shed and dances danced.

Casey Cartwright London Jones tucked her head a little further into her husband's chest and let the music and good feeling of the still crowded dance floor lull her into the first chance she'd had to relax since the whole affair had begun.

"You know," Cappie began as he shifted his head far enough to lay a kiss to the top of hers. "They left hours ago. We can get out of here anytime you want."

She nodded perceptively and once again nuzzled even further into the crook of his shoulder. "I know. I just want to enjoy this for a little longer. All this was not easy. Seems like so much work for a few hours of happiness."

He chuckled. "Six months of planning for a few hours of partying and most of these people don't even realize how much trouble it all was."

"Rusty knows and so does Wendy. That's all that really matters," she said.

"Speaking of the bride and groom, I bet they are almost to the Caribbean by now." He leaned away from her and caught her eyes. "And we should be on our way to the airport, too. We do have a flight to catch as well."

"I guess you're right. I don't know about you, but I am looking forward to spending the next week in the sun working on my tan."

"I knew doing this second honeymoon after Rusty's wedding would be a good idea. You've been working too hard lately," he answered, moving his arm from her waist and taking her hand in his.

He lead her from the dance floor. They made it to the edge before two of his best friends caught his eye and he turned to her with a bright, enthusiastic smile. "Would you mind giving me a sec to say goodbye to Wade and Beaver?"

"Of course not," she smiled up at him before placing a kiss to his lips. "I'm going to let Mom and Dad know we're leaving and check one last time of Adam and Olivia."

She eased her hand from his and took off in search of her parents. She found them by the punch bowl with Adam at her mother's side and Olivia, her six month old daughter, in her father's arms.

"Don't you two need to catch a flight?" her father asked when she came up and took her daughter from him.

"We're leaving now. You're sure you'll be alright with them?" It was the hundredth time she'd asked. She was sure they were getting a little annoyed with the question, especially when her mother took the little girl back from her and rolled her eyes.
"Casey, we've done this a few times. We'll be fine." She told her. Then she stepped closer and took her daughter in a hug. "It was a beautiful wedding. But I can't understand why we all had to fly to Florida just so they could get married and fly to the Caribbean."

"We all flew to Florida because it's where they live. Besides, it's beautiful here," she said.

Her father shifted. "It is that."

She turned towards beach and took a moment to look out over the blue waters. They couldn't have chosen a better venue. The wedding party had spent the last two days seeing everything there was to see of Cape Canaveral, Florida. It had very nearly taken an act of God to get Dale, the best man, out of the Kennedy Space Center long enough to attend the wedding. Wendy, the bride and one of the nicest people Casey had ever met, had offered up her beach side bar for the bachelorette party and the wedding reception. Everything had been perfect.

Almost as perfect as her own wedding, a year before, had been. Although nothing nearly as lavish and extravagant as all this, it had been perfectly suited to her and Cappie. A quiet affair with a handful of close friends and family in a ceremony that took place in her own backyard. She and Cappie had both already done the lavish extravagant thing. They didn't need it. The fact that they were finally getting married was enough without all the bells and whistles.

Cappie had disengaged from his friends and was heading in her direction. Adam met him before he got to them and Cappie scooped down to pick him up. He ruffled his son's hair, much to Casey's dismay since she'd spent nearly twenty minutes trying to tame the cowlick that was now sticking up wildly.

As soon as he was close enough, he put Adam back on his feet and wasted no time in removing Olivia from her mother's arms. It was a rare thing to see Cappie without the little girl. He doted on both his children to the point that they were hopelessly ruined by spoilage.

"Should we go?" he asked when he finally took his attention from his daughter and gave it to Casey.

"We should," she agreed. "Are you sure you're going to make it a week without them?"

"No," He shook his head. "But I have a phone full of pictures. Olivia swore she wouldn't do anything new or overly cute while we're gone and they promise to call me everyday, right?" he asked Adam who was still bouncing around his legs.

"I promise. I'm going to call three times a day," he announced. "And you're going to bring me back something cool, right?"

"Something so cool!" Cappie agreed.

Casey bent and pull her son in for a hug. "Promise me you'll be good. Help your Grandma and Grandpa with Olivia."

"I will. I got this, Mom. It's no problem," he assured her.

Casey chuckled, stood and rolled her eyes at her husband all at the same time. "He spends too much time with you."

Cappie was in the middle of high-fiving his son and missed the eye roll. He handed his daughter back to her Grandmother after kissing her forehead. Casey leaned in to do the same before taking his hand.

Casey walked away with her hand in Cappie's and a sense that, for the first time in her life, everything was right with the world.