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Maddie: How was the honeymoon?

Buck: Eddie got drunk and tried to burn our marriage certificate.

Buck: he said “good luck trying to return me without the receipt.”

The tapping of heels on the concrete floor garnered the attention of every soldier in a fifty-foot radius, half stepping out of the way in fear, the other half respect. Alejandro looked up when Rudy nudged him in the side and nodded the way the sound was coming, and his expression fell with an, “Aye mierda.”

Ghost and Soap turned around to see what had shaken the Colonel so badly, only to come face to face with a young woman dressed rather elegantly for such a rough base. She rounded the table, a sickly-sweet smile on her face. “Alejandro, mi amor mejor.”

He smiled back at her, but his was fearful. “Mi alma. Lo siento, I forgot—”

She raised a hand and he fell silent, pursing his lips as she tipped her head to the side and inquired, “How many years have we been married, Alejandro?”

“Going on five,” he replied, a tone of pride in his voice even at the apprehension on his face.

“And in those going on five years, what is the only request that I have made of you?”

Alejandro swallowed thickly, shifting on his feet. “That I text you before five, so you know whether to leave dinner on the table or not.”

She nodded, making an exaggerated gesture of showing him her watch. “What time is it, mi amor?”

He looked at the screen, muttering, “Siete y media.”

Her eyes crinkled as she smiled. “A little past five, isn’t it, Colonel Vargas?”

“Mi alma,” he hurriedly started. “Lo siento mucho. Me olvidé completamente del tiempo. Se escapó de mí. Estamos en una misión importante aquí. Esos dos tipos allí son Soap y Ghost de un grupo de trabajo. Me están ayudando con una misión. Alma mía, lo siento mucho, por favor perdóname.” His long-winded speech ended and he took her hand, pressing his lips to her knuckles. “Mi alma, I’m sorry.”

She made a noise but nodded. “I guess I can forgive you since you used your friends as an excuse.” Lifting her other hand, she held a lunchbox. “Supongo que deberías tener suerte de que te amo más que nada.”

Alejandro took the lunchbox from her, wrapping the same arm around her waist as he pulled her in and kissed her hard. “Me tratas como a un rey, mi alma. Qué haría sin ti?”

This time, she grunted at him. “Starving to death or dead in a ditch. Probably in that order.” She pulled away and flicked him in the forehead. “The next time you miss texting me, I’m going to plant my foot in your ass, okay dear?”

He chuckled and kissed her temple. “Sí señora Vargas, Entiendo.”

She pulled away and walked back around the table, standing in front of Soap and Ghost; eyeing them up and down she hummed and looked at Alejandro. “Invite them for dinner tomorrow evening.”

“Pero, mi alma—”

“I told you what I told you, Alejandro. Figure it out.” She waved it off as she left, the sound of heels clicking along the concrete floor.

Soap grinned like a madman and looked at Alejandro. “Hermano, why didn’t you tell us you were so whipped for a drop-dead gorgeous woman.”

The Colonel scowled at him and warned, “Esa mi esposa, verga.”

If you think I’m ever going to talk about anything besides this for the rest of my life think again

Castiel

THEY ARE SO OBVIOUS. SO MARRIED.

“They paint it yet?” LMAO STEVE PLEASE HE WANTS DANNY TO STAY SO BAD. I love how they find any excuse for Danny to keep staying at Steve’s. They seem to be making it clearer and clearer and honestly I’m fine with this because we all know, and they know we know.