An Irish Country Honeymoon

Because today is Magnavox's birthday and she demanded this after Ireland's historic fic. And because her wish is always my command......



An Irish Country Honeymoon

“Okay,” Daniel groused. “I am here, on time and have brought my passport. Who in the hell needs me so badly that I have to get up at oh-dark-thirty?”
Jack waited as Daniel fastened his seatbelt. “The who would be me.”
“You?” Daniel quirked an eyebrow as he felt the jet engines accelerate.
“I always need you. You know that.” Jack suddenly turned serious.
“I know that.” Daniel squeezed his hand back. “But where are we going?”
“Dublin.”
“You just got an urge to weekend in Ireland?”
“Not a weekend. Got us both a week.”
“A week?” Daniel realized his questions weren’t getting him the answers he required.
“Thought you might like a honeymoon. You know, after the ceremony.” With a big smile, Jack handed him a sheet of folded paper.
Daniel unfolded the paper, his mind frozen. “They did it?”
“They did indeed. And where else would a good Irish boy want to be married but on the Old Sod?” Jack’s Irish accent had not improved over the years. “Just waiting for, you know, you to say yes.”
Daniel’s eyes sparkled. “That was never in question. So, a week in Dublin?”
“Ceremony in Dublin. A week in our own secluded country cottage. Just the two of us and a field of cows. Or maybe sheep. So, what do you say?”
“I say that I love you very, very much and I would love to spend the rest of my life with you.” Daniel leaned over to meet Jack’s kiss. “And the rest of our lives start today.”
“Today.” Jack agreed.