"Uh, guys. There's something I want to talk to you two about." Kirstie says as she, Jenika and Tim relax in beach chairs watching Patches, Adam and Emily run and play on the beach.

"Something wrong?" Tim asks as he takes a sip from his beer.

"Oh, no. Nothing is wrong. It's just an idea that Patch and I came up with for our honeymoon." Kirstie says.

"So where did yall decide to go? Paris? Belize? Or maybe a romantic cruise?" Jenika asks.

"Texas." Kirstie answers with a giggle.

"Texas?" Tim asks with a confused look. He could have thought of a million other places to spend a honeymoon.

"Yep, and we'd like for you guys to go with us." Kirstie smiles.

"Okay? Wait. Yall want us to go with you on your honeymoon? Kirstie, forgive me for saying this but that's just plain weird." Tim chuckles.

"I know it's not normal but what's normal about our marriage? I will only be on my honeymoon half of the time." Kirstie says. "The other half will be spent with Patches. And we all know that Patches is miserable whenever Adam is not around."

"Where in Texas do you plan on going?" Jenika asks.

"Nederland." Kirstie says with a smirk.

"Nederland?" Tim laughs. "There's nothing in Nederland."

"Your mom and sister. Your mom was the sweetest lady I have ever met. And isn't Nederland close to the ocean? The boys and Emily can still enjoy the beach." Kirstie says. "Come on. What do you say? I'd love for Patch and Patches to see a real live Texas rodeo. And maybe if your mom would watch Adam and Emily, the four of us could go dancing at a country club."

"But what about Kevin?" Tim asks.

"I've already talked to Kevin and he said that he would stay here so he could be with Tori." Kirstie answers. "And he said that he would take care of Mack and Satchmo."

Tim and Jenika look at each other as if they were trying to read each others' minds.

"I would love to see my mom." Tim says with a hopeful look in his eyes.

Jenika smiles and takes him by the hand and gently squeezes it.

"Okay. We'll go." Jenika says, giving the final answer.

"YES!" Kirstie and Tim shout with excitement.

"Kirstie, my mom makes the best chicken and dumplings that you've ever sunk your teeth into." Tim smiles proudly.

"Oh, and don't forget about her meatloaf. Melts in your mouth." Jenika grins.

"You do know, I know my mom well enough to know that she won't hear of us staying at a hotel. She'll want us all to stay with her." Tim says.

"Uh, but Tim, Patch and I will be on our honeymoon. You know?" Kirstie smiles as her cheeks blush.

"Well, she has a room downstairs in the basement that she has fixed up as a guest room. That would give yall privacy." Tim says.

"Yeah, it has its own bathroom and everything." Jenika nods.

"I just don't want to go down there and crowd in on her." Kirstie says. "That wasn't my intentions."

"I know, but guarantee, she won't take no for an answer." Tim says.

"Uh. Yall might want to check to see what your boys are doing to Emily." Jenika says, drawing Tim and Kirstie's attention to the beach.

Adam and Patches had dug a big hole in the sand. Emily got into the hole and they were covering her up leaving only her head visible.

"Oh, my Lord." Kirstie says quietly as Tim laughs.

They get up from their chairs and start to make their way out to the beach.

"Dey comin, dey comin." Emily giggles. (they're coming)

She quickly closes her eyes and opens her mouth with her tongue hanging out as if she were dead.

"Thombody killed Emmy!" Adam yells as he points down to the child's head. "Dey cut her head off!" (somebody)

"AHHHH!" Patches gives a scream that was obviously fake.

"Oh, no. Not my baby." Kirstie says as she drops to her knees onto the sand covering her face with her hands and pretends to cry.

"At last, poor Emily. We knew her well. Rest in peace, Child." Tim says as he made the cross over his chest and bows his head.

Emily tries her best not to giggle at her mommy's and Uncle Tim's actions.

"Taken at such an early age." Jenika says as she pretends to wipe a tear.

Patches's bottom lip begins to quiver as he thinks they are really crying. Adam's smile fades as he too thinks they believe Emily is dead.

"Miss Kit?" Adam sniffs as tears fill his eyes. He gets on his knees beside her. He gently taps her on the shoulder. "Emmy not weally dead. It wud a doke. Peese don't cwy." (really, was a joke)

Emily couldn't help but giggle.

"IT'S ALIVE! IT'S A MIRACLE!" Tim yells out as if he were Dr. Frankenstein.

Kirstie giggles as she grabs Adam in the sides and begins to tickle him.

"You weren't cwyin?" Adam laughs as he tries to fight off Kirstie attack.

"No, Honey." Kirstie laughs.

"TA!!!! EM DI!!" Patches yells as he sobs loudly. (stop, Emily died)

"No, she's not, Sweetheart." Kirstie laughs as she reaches up for his hand.

"I not dead, Bubba." Emily giggles as Adam and Jenika begins to dig her out.

Suddenly a bright flash gets their attention causing everyone to stop in their tracks. They hadn't even taken the time to notice the dark clouds overhead.

"Uh, guys?" Tim says as he looks at the dark clouds. A sudden loud clap of thunder causes them all to jump. "SH*T!"

"AHHHHH!!" Patches screams and starts running down the beach.

"BABY, NO!!" Kirstie yells as she jumps up and runs after him.

Tim gets down on his knees to help Jenika and Adam dig Emily out of the sand.

"Dig fasta." Emily giggles as the clouds open up and begin to pour down rain.

"Oh, my God!" Jenika laughs as they all were getting soaked.

Tim glances up to see a very exhaust and wet Kirstie walking back up the beach holding tightly to Patches's hand.

Emily was finally able to wiggle her arms free from the hole. Tim takes her under the arms and pulls as Jenika and Adam continue to scoop the sand away.

No one knew exactly why, but they were all laughing hysterically. The situation, maybe. They had to look like idiots, on the beach during a severe thunderstorm, digging a little girl out of the sand.

"Yall almost got her out?" Kirstie asks as she too gets on her knees pulling Little Bits down with her.

"Just about." Tim says as he pulls Emily, feeling her little body sliding quickly from the hole. Both falling backward as she slides free.

Tim lays on his back trying to catch his breath as rain pounds him in the face.

Emily, covered in wet sand, lay laughing on his chest.

"You saved me, Uncle Tim." Emily giggles as she lays her little sand cover hands on his bearded face and kisses him on the forehand.

"Anytime P.J." Tim smiles as he tries to wipe the wet sand from his whiskers.

"I not P.J., I Emily." She says as she sits up on Tim's stomach.

"I'm renaming you, P.J." Tim chuckles. "Patch Junior."

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