_Jo's POV_
"Are you being nice?" I asked; arching an eyebrow, and watching Isaac walk away. "No," Mike replied; answering for him. "He was rude to you. Intoxicated and otherwise. I'm not going to waste my time being nice to a man who has been rude to my hubby, and I have time to waste," he mumbled. I took a seat next to him; setting his beer aside, and got him to uncross his arms. "Let's just have a good time. There's free food and entertainment, an ocean, warm sand beneath our feet.." I trailed off; scooting behind him, and rubbing his shoulders. "Alright. I'm sorry, Dear. I'm perhaps just a little protective.. Of you," he spoke. "I can stand up for myself. You know that," I said. "Yes, I'm aware.. You've always been independent.. But.. Perhaps I want to protect you.. To care for you.. I want to spoil you rotten. -I adore you, Jo. I don't say it enough, but you are my everything," he admitted; making my heart flutter. -He's never so.. outward.. about his emotions in front of other people. -We're still sitting right next to Mike and Karen. I pulled him backwards, and kissed him hard; crawling on top of him. "I love you too," I whispered. We started locking lips; grinding and rolling around on top of our wrinkled beach towels once again.
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_Hanson's POV_
Jo and the Doc grinded up against each other; rolling around, and swapping spit for what seemed like forever, while Karen and I talked. Even though they've been together almost five months, it still makes me fairly uncomfortable seeing them make out. -I guess it's because just a year ago, we were calling the Doc the weirdest guy we ever met, and now she's nailing him... and because they were partners longer than they've been a couple.. -I can't believe how pregnant she looks.. I'm used to seeing a tougher Jo.. She's not girly.. But the stomach makes her seem more.. feminine. "I know right. -It's weird seeing her pregnant," Karen chuckled; following my gaze. "It's weird being pregnant," Jo chimed in. "Isn't that the truth," Karen laughed. Henry crawled off of Jo, and sat next to me, as our wives talked. -Me and the Doc never really.. talk.. But I guess I'll give it a shot. "She had any weird cravings? Karen always got really weird ones," I smiled; trying to start up a conversation. "Indeed. Watermelon and macaroni and cheese.. Not eaten in the same sitting though.. If you were referring to food combinations," he grinned. "I'm aware you're not fully comfortable with me being a part of her life. You're much like a father figure to her. You've known her since she was a trainee. Let me assure you, I have the best intentions," he said; pretty much reading my mind. "I'm just.. Getting used to seeing you guys as a couple.. Better yet, husband and wife," I replied. He nodded his head, and crossed his legs; watching Jo and Karen walk over to the Dj, (probably to request a song.) "I'm still getting used to it, to be completely honest. I look at her stomach, and I can't believe I.. did that," he responded; cracking a grin. "Then, I see her at work.. When she runs after criminals, and interrogates suspects.. I see the same Jo I've always known, and I swoon.. Over my wife," he smiled. "I have issues believing that I've married the same amazing woman," he finished. -Henry may be weird, but he is a nice guy. "She loves you.. A lot. I catch her swooning too," I grinned; patting his back. He took a sip of the beer Jo got him, and cringed. "You okay, Doc?" I laughed. "I'm more of a wine man," he said; setting it down.
