Warren sat in his chair, holding onto her hands, thinking about what she just said about wanting to start a family. He looked into her eyes, and thought about how they had talked about it once before. Well, she's the one who has brought it up multiple times, and talked about how many kids she wanted to have. I on the other hand, haven't been too keen on the whole idea with me being gone a lot, he thought to himself, and looked down at her hands, "I don't know Serenity, do you think it's a good idea with me being gone all the time?" he asked, looking back up into her eyes.

Just as he said that to her, he noticed how the sparkle in her eyes diminished, and turned glossy, as if she were about to cry. "Warren please... I can't take being alone any longer, I'm going nuts. You refuse to let me work, I do nothing but play the piano all day, I need something else to keep me busy," she says, taking her napkin, and lightly dabbing the napkin underneath her eyes, not wanting to smear her makeup.

"Serenity, I'm sorry... I just don't think it's a good idea, not right now."

"Why not?" she asked upset, wanting to pound her fists on the table, but instead chose to rest her hands on her lap, and took a deep breath. She was doing all she could to keep from breaking down, not wanting to look like they were fools in the place they were, inhaling, and exhaling quickly, hoping to stop the tears from forming.

"Why don't we talk about this later, it's something we should be discussing at home, not here," he says, pouring her another glass of wine. "I didn't bring you here to fight with you, so why don't we just continue having a good night." He lifted his glass and held it out to her, holding it until she lifted hers. "Happy anniversary Hun, I love you," he says, clinking his glass against hers.

She looked at him feeling hurt, and set her glass down. She wasn't in the mood to have another drink, and just wanted to go home. After all, it's where she's used to being, and even though he's finally sitting right in front of her, she was still feeling lonely.

"Hey you... cheer up. I'm home, and sitting in the finest restaurant in L.A. with the most beautiful woman, the one I love, and the one who's my wife," he winked. He reached across the table, and lifted her glass, wanting her to finish her wine, "Come on, finish your wine. It's our night, and there's more to come."

She gave him a dirty look, and snatched the glass out of his hand, slamming the rest of her wine, "Happy?" she asked, setting the glass down hard. "Please take me home, I have nothing else to say to you."

Warren looked behind him, embarrassed for the way she was acting, and turned back towards her. "Serenity, I said we'll talk about it later. Now will you please quit embarrassing me, and let's finish this night off on a good memory."

"Whatever you say," she scowled.

Warren reached behind him knowing they were being watched, and gave them a signal he was ready for them. Grabbing the bottle of wine, he poured the rest of the wine in her glass, and sat back watching her, thinking once again about her wanting to start a family. Seconds later, a man with a ukulele, walked over to the table serenading to Serenity, singing I will always love you.

She looked over at Warren with a scowled look, feeling angry he had someone singing her a song. She couldn't believe he had the nerve to do it this way, but also felt at that moment she had to give Warren a little credit, it was a nice gesture to have someone serenade her, but wished it was him. She looked over to the man singing to her, and thought it was beautiful the way he was playing the ukulele, and the way he sang the song to her, it had her cheeks and ears feeling warm, and knew she was blushing.

The man singing to them, motioned for them to stand, and to look at each other. She had a feeling where this was going, and looked at Warren while he was reaching for her. Even though he ruined her moment, she wasn't about to ruin his, and let him pull her in for a dance. The way he was dancing with her, reminded her of the night they first met, and when he stole her away from the guy who she was dancing with, just so he could get a dance in, and to steal a kiss from her.

While he ran his fingers through her hair, she was melting in his arms, and held onto him tighter as they danced. She didn't want to fight with him, and just wanted to enjoy the one moment of him being home and in his arms, knowing she only had a couple days with him until he flew out, and wanted to make the best of it.

"I don't want to fight with you," she whispered, resting her head against his chest, "Thanks for being home tonight, for the dress, and for bringing me here. That was very nice and thoughtful of you."

"You're most welcome," he says, kissing the top of her head. Removing his one hand from around her back, he curled his finger underneath her chin and lifted her head, wanting to look her in the eyes, and to give her that warm smile he knew she loved.

While looking into his chocolaty brown eyes, she couldn't stop herself from melting, and got lost into them like she always did. And when he spoke again, she didn't know how to respond, and became tongue tied. "Warren, I-" she stuttered, before his lips came crashing down to hers, keeping her from speaking.

The music and singing stopped, and as he removed his lips from hers, he smiled seeing her eyes were still closed. "Serenity," he whispered.

She opened her eyes, and smiled, "Warren... did I hear you right?" she asked, still dumbfounded. "You're going to give me what I want? A family?"

He nodded his head while smiling back at her, then embraced her in a warm hug, "I couldn't help seeing those saddened eyes any longer, and while we danced it gave me some time to think," he says quietly as he rested his chin on the top of her head. "You're right, you should have someone else to love, and to keep you busy while I'm away. It'll make the time pass until I'm able to be home with you."

The moment they got home, he picked her up bridal style, carried her inside, and into their bedroom. He set her down onto the bed, and helped remove her heels before having her stand to remove her dress. Her heart was racing, and couldn't wait for what was coming next, a moment she had been waiting for weeks to happen, and now that he was going to allow them to try having a child, she was feeling over the moon, more than what she already was.

After removing his clothes, he lowered her back down on the bed, and hovered over her. Their eyes locked together before he lowered his lips to hers, and kissed her like it would be the last time seeing her. He removed his lips from hers, and began trailing his lips down her body, wrapping them around a breast when he reached the one, and teasing the one nipple with his tongue before trailing his tongue over to the other, and teasing the other before moving back up to her lips.

He pulled back, and looked at her with lust filled eyes, "Damn you're beautiful," he says, speaking in barley a whisper. Hearing him say those words to her, and by the way he was looking at her, had her insides feeling like they were on fire, and shockwaves jolting throughout her body. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, begging for him to make love to her as she placed him at her opening.

He wanted to do more foreplay, but by the way she was begging for him, he knew that wasn't happening and thrusted himself into her, taking her to another level of euphoria. She was in heaven, and while he made love to her, all she could vision was having children with him, and chasing them around the house. She was ecstatic, and hoped by him making love to her tonight, they were creating her wish, her dream come true.

After they finished making love, she laid her head on his chest, and played with whatever chest hairs he had, thinking back to when they were at the restaurant, while he lightly stroked his fingertips along her back. "Warren?" she quietly asked.

"Yes?"

"Back at the restaurant, you never answered my question."

"What question was that?"

"About the hostess. I know you said you've never been there, but by the way she got excited hearing your name, and how the place was empty, did you do it again? Did you rent the place out?" she asked, raising her head to rest her chin on his chest, wanting to look at him.

"I did rent it out... you should know by now that I would do anything for my girl," he smiled sincerely.

She felt her stomach drop, knowing a place like that didn't come cheap to rent out for the night, and was curious as to what it cost. "Would you mind if I asked what that cost you?" she asked, while caressing his chest.

"Does it even matter?"

"Well... no. I was only curious, you would think it would have cost a fortune. All those tables that were empty while we were there, must have cost them thousands and thousands of dollars."

"With what I paid them, they're just fine. They made out on the deal... Put it this way, I paid them whatever their most expensive meal was for each empty chair you saw, times ten. That was for the two plus hours we were there, and an additional extra two hours they got free after they reopened. Not only that, they got an extra bonus just for closing the place for us."

"Oh..." she said quietly, laying her head back on his chest. She then started thinking about their night, and felt something was still off with him, then thought about how Esther and Harriet were making pies for him. "Warren?"

"Yeah," he yawned, rubbing his face.

"What was with you having Esther, and Harriet make pies tonight? You never eat pies."

"I do now, and was curious as to how good theirs would be. I was thinking If they can't make them as good as the last ones, I had... they're fired."

She quickly pushed herself up, and sat on the bed, giving him a dirty look as she raised her voice, "What? Why would you do that? Their food is to die for! Please don't fire them, Warren, please."

"If they can't make a pie, that just shows me how bad of a cook they are. Look at yourself, you should know, you suck at cooking."

"That's not fair Warren, and you know it," she scowled, as she got off the bed and grabbed her robe. "The difference between those two and I is, they can cook, and can cook anything you ask, I on the other hand at least know I can't cook, and can't cook to save my life... Besides I'm home every day, and eat their food every day, they're wonderful cooks. Something you wouldn't have a clue about... you're home, what, a couple days out of the month?"

"Where are you going?" he asked, as he watched her storm over to the door.

"A walk, somewhere away from you," she says, slamming the door. She walked down the hallway, then looked behind her when she heard a noise, thinking Warren came out to follow her.

She made her way to the kitchen, and when she turned on the light, she saw the pies sitting on the counter, and walked over to them. Holding her hair behind her, she bent down, and smelled each pie. They smell like pie, she muttered.

Seeing they made two of each pie, she decided to try a bite. As much as she hated pie, especially blueberries, she wasn't sure how trying them would go. She walked over to the drawer, opened it, and grabbed a fork. She then stepped a couple steps back over towards the pies, and stopped, thinking she should have a drink handy, in case she needed to wash the taste out of her mouth.

She looked over at her wine rack that was on the other side of the counter, and frowned when she saw the rack was completely empty. You've got to be kidding me, I just asked Parker to re-stock it the other day, she groaned, and walked back over to the fridge, grabbed a pen, and in big letters, wrote WINE!!! on the grocery list pad, letting them know she was out, and wasn't too happy about it.

Looking next to the wine rack she saw a bottle of bourbon, and picked it up. Who the hell drinks this? she curiously whispered. She didn't feel like going into the living room to see what they had for booze, and grabbed whoever's bottle of bourbon it was, the two pies, and walked them over to the table.

She sat down, and stared at the pies, then over to the bottle of bourbon, and removed the cap. Damn I hate pies, but I'm not about to let those two get fired. Not them, they've been way too good about teaching me how to cook, and there's no way in hell I'll let them go.

Grabbing the fork, she stabbed it into one of the pies and was about to cut herself a piece, but decided to take a swig off the bottle first, giving her a little courage. Her eyes were closed as she started allowing the booze run down her throat, then removed the bottle from her lips, and coughed. Holy shit, she whispered loudly, as the bourbon burned her throat while warming her insides, and causing her to cough again.

From the one swig she took, she started feeling a little tipsy, and looked down at the pies. Fuck it, let's see how these taste. She dug in, and took a bite of the apple pie first. At first, she had her nose turned up, but the longer she chewed, the more she savored the taste of it, and couldn't believe how good it tasted, then took another bite. In between bites, she would grab the bottle and chug on it, not caring how it burned her throat. She finished off the apple pie, then stared at the blueberry pie, and lowered her eyes down to it, poking her finger through the crust a few times, and scrunching up her nose at the thought of eating blueberries.

She knew she had to try it, and wrapped her mouth around the bottle, drinking more of the bourbon. At this point she was feeling no pain, everything was becoming blurry, and tried focusing her eyes on the pie she needed to try.

Maybe I should just believe it's good, she slurred quietly, then finally got the urge to take a bite, and plugged her nose as she bit down onto the fork, and slid the fork out of her mouth. She sat there with her teeth clenched together, and her tongue avoiding the blueberries, afraid to chew it. Her mouth began to water, and felt drool coming out the corners of her mouth. She knew she needed to chew what was in her mouth, then quickly chewed and swallowed, following with a drink of the bourbon, and finishing it off.

Warren rolled over, he reached his arm out, wanting to wrap it around Serenity, and realized she wasn't in bed. He opened his eyes, and sighed seeing she wasn't there. He flipped the blankets off him, and sat up rubbing his face. He reached for a pair of sweats that were laying on the side of the bed, put them on, and left the room to find her.

He walked into the living room thinking she would be sleeping on the couch, didn't see her there, and ran his hands through his hair while leaving the room. As he was walking towards the kitchen, he saw light shining through the doorway and onto the wall, and knew she was in there. As he walked in, he saw her slumped over with her head laying on the table, and with her face partially laying in a pie. He rushed over to her, saw the empty bottle of booze that was still in her hand, and pulled her back while removing the bottle from her hand. "Serenity, Serenity!" he called out, sounding and looking worried when her head flipped back, and looked lifeless, "Wake up!"

He tried waking her while looking at the pies on the table. Wondering what the hell she was doing. One was completely empty, and the one she had her face in, was half gone, and all smooshed up. He looked at the bottle he set on the table, wondering where in the hell she got it, and tried waking her again.

He lowered his face to her nostrils, hoping she was still breathing. When he felt warm air hit his skin, he lifted her, and carried her back into the bedroom, and laid her on the bed. He quickly made his way to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, got it wet, and walked back over to her, cleaning the blueberries, and the crust of the pie off her face. "Dammit Serenity, what were you thinking?" he asked while cleaning her up.

He knew it was all his fault, and sat on the bed beside her, running his fingers through her hair, while staring at her. He felt bad for what she was feeling, and was hating himself for doing this to her. He thought about the pies, and shook his head. "You hate pies, why would you eat something you can't stand, and blueberries?" he muttered quietly, still shaking his head. It wasn't her he was upset with; it was his own self he was upset with.

He sat there at her side, watching her for hours to make sure she didn't puke in her sleep, or fall off the bed and hit her head against the nightstand. He was tired, and even though he was to leave and go back to work in the morning, he knew he couldn't. Seeing that she seemed to be okay, he left the room, and over to his den.

He picked up his phone, and made a quick phone call. "Sorry, I've got issues to deal with, and won't be back in the morning," he says sighing. The call didn't go the way he had liked, but figured he had more important things to do first, and one was making sure Serenity opened her eyes, and was coherent.

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