"Jesus Christ, Savannah," I shout and drop my head into my hands. "Pull over, for God's sake and let me drive."

"No," she shakes her head at me and continues to drive towards her parents' Estate. She turns to face me, again taking her eyes off the road, and smirks. "You can't drive anyway. You broke your foot, remember?"

Yeah, I remember. Savannah's stupid horse stood on my foot and broke the third and fourth metatarsal. Phantom has never liked me, and even now he still hates me. Savannah thinks I'm just being paranoid, but I swear every time I get close to that demonic horse, he tries to kill me.

"Savannah!" I shout again. "Watch the damn road."

Savannah rolls her eyes and turns her attention back to the road ahead. She's driving my truck today, and it has me on edge. I swear from the way she takes up both sides of the road, Savannah thinks she's driving a tank or a bus... or maybe a jumbo jet. Each time she swerves, my heart skips a beat and I start to see my life flash before my eyes. I am going to die.

"Mommy?" A small voice comes from the back seat. "I don't like it when Daddy shouts at you."

"Neither do I, baby," Savannah says as she smiles up through the rear view mirror.

"Yeah, well," I grumble as I turn around and shoot a glare at my wife. "Daddy doesn't like it when Mommy tries to kill us."

From his booster chair, our four year old son scrunches up his nose- wonder where he gets that look from- and pulls on his thinking face. Dylan looks exactly like me with his murky blue eyes and shock of dark hair, but personality wise, he's exactly like Savannah. Male solidarity went out the window with Dylan. He was such a momma's boy, but there was nothing I loved more than seeing my son climb up into Savannah's arms and nestling down with her.

I still remember the day Savannah told me she was pregnant. We'd only been married a few months and hadn't really been trying to get pregnant, but when she handed me the positive test, it was the most amazing day of my life. Until that day, I though nothing could top our wedding five years ago, but knowing that we had created a life together far surpassed everything. And then seeing Savannah's stomach swell week by week, until finally we held our little boy...

"Are you crying?" Savannah asked from the driver's seat.

"What?" I muttered as I wiped away a tear. "No. I never cry."

"Liar," my wife snorts. "You're a bigger crier than I am. You cried when you proposed, then at the wedding you didn't stop blubbering, and then when Dylan was born, I swear you cried more than he did."

I hate it when Savannah's right. And that woman is never wrong. Ok, so she is sometimes, but I've learnt that it's better to suck it up and let her think she's right. Getting in to an argument with Savannah Townsend just wasn't worth the fallout. The make up after was totally worth it, but the argument itself... not so much.

"Are we there yet?" Dylan whines. Actually, when he does that, he sounds more like me than his mom.

"Not yet," Savannah answers breezily.

"We would have gotten there seven times already if you just let me drive," I mumble. Savannah turns to me and gives me that look of hers. The one that tells me there won't be any sex for me tonight unless I shut up. "Fine. Fine. I'll be quiet."

Savannah looks up through the rear view and sees that Dylan is busy playing with one of his toys. She lowers her voice to me and says, "You're still not getting any later."

"Now who is the liar?" I wink up at her.

Eventually we turn up the driveway for the Mayfield Estate. Savannah and I only live ten minutes from here, but it's taken us at least half an hour to get from the ranch to here. When I'm finally allowed out of the car, I stretch my legs and head for the rear passenger door. Dylan is already dying to get out, and as I unbuckle his seatbelt, he throws his arms around my neck and clings on.

Despite my broken foot being in a cast, I refuse to use the crutches the hospital had insisted I use. Dylan wraps his legs around me and calls for Pie, the yellow Labrador I'd bought Savannah as a wedding present. Kee had died of old age a few short months before the wedding, and I knew a puppy would cheer Savannah up. The dog jumps out of the back seat and comes to heel at my side. I drop Dylan to his feet and watch as my son and his best friend run for the house.

I stifle a laugh at how Dylan thinks he can run really fast when he's got short legs. He really was too adorable. God, I love him.

"Go die, Justin," a familiar spiky voice shouted. Savannah and I turn to face the stable barn just in time to see my not-so-cheery sister-in-law storm across the yard.

"Hey, Eleanor," I wave at her.

She glares at me. "You can go die, too, Caleb," she seethes at me.

Savannah sniggers. "You deserved that," she says as she holds her hands up. I open my mouth to protest, but she cuts me off. "You shouldn't have told Justin that she has a crush on him. You embarrassed the poor girl."

"Oh, come on," I smirk down at Savannah. "It's pretty obvious that they should end up together."

From behind I hear Sherman's ever present voice. "That's what I always said about you two," he sighs happily. "Now look at you."

"See?" I nod at my wife. "Eleanor and Justin could be the new us."

Savannah shakes her head solemnly. "I'd better tell Eleanor to run, then," she says quickly as tries to run from me. Knowing her tactics well, I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her neck. She giggles and squirms. "Fine. Ending up with you has been the best thing ever to happen to me."

"Damn right it has been," I laugh as I walk us forward towards Savannah's parent's house. We pause at the door and listen inside. When we hear a commotion, we both laugh. "I think they're just seen what's written on Dylan's shirt."

"They must have," Savannah agrees as we walk inside.

As I step over the threshold, I call for Pie who comes running like a lunatic from the kitchen. Following just as quickly was Dylan who ran straight into me and insisted I pick him up. He looked over his shoulder and squeaked when all of our family came into view.

Savannah's parents, Spencer and Caroline, were playing host today and had invited my mom and step-dad, Travis Reid, over, along with my eight year old sister, Alexandria. Having met at my eighteenth birthday party, Mom and Travis married a year later, and a year after that, Alexandria was born. Having a sibling was weird for a while, but now I couldn't imagine living without Andie- she hated that nickname, but it suited her tomboy personality.

Uncle Owen was here, too, with his wife Addison. Addison was Sherman's daughter whom Owen met five years ago at mine and Savannah's wedding. They hit it off immediately, and just a few months after Dylan was born, Owen and Addison married. Oh, Addison is also Justin's mom. Just to confuse things further.

As soon as our family saw me and Savannah they erupted into noise that was hard to decipher. I tried to keep up with what they were saying, but as they spoke over each other, I gave up and turned my attention back to Dylan who was reaching over me and playing with Savannah's long, curly hair. Yeah, this kid loved running his hands through Savannah's hair just as much as I did.

"Mommy?" Dylan frowned up at Savannah. "What does my shirt say?"

"Why do you ask, baby?" Savannah tilted her head sideways to get a better look at our son.

"Because as soon as Grandma Caroline saw it," Dylan starts. "She started shouting. It scared me."

Savannah leans over and plants a kiss on Dylan's forehead to comfort him. "It's just because she got really excited."

"But why?" Dylan said on the verge of tears.

"Because you shirt says," I explain as I set Dylan down on the floor. I point out each word on his shirt. "I'm going to be a big brother."

Dylan blinks up at me. "A big brother?"

Savannah and I nod together. "Are you happy?" Savannah asks wistfully.

Dylan thinks about the question really hard. "Are you happy, Mommy? Daddy?"

I look at my wife and smile. Then I look at my son.

"Yeah, kiddo," I say as I pull the two- soon to be three- people that I love the most into a hug. "I'm happy."

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Thanks for reading! Hope you all liked it!

Sarah, xx

 Final song belongs to Brad Paisley. It was his song Little Moments that started it all, so it's only right I go back to him! This song fits the chapter perfectly... It's called 'Then' It's perfection for this story.