What Could Have Been

Crowley swept his arm out like a maitre de. "My wallet is yours." He joked.

Anna laughed and shook her head. "I'm in love with a dork."

Crowley grinned as Rowena led Anna toward the intimates. Crowley got a few sympathetic looks from men shopping with their wives as he passed them.

Anna picked out a few bras and what felt like 20 panties and grinne at Crowley.

Crowley shifted, looking at the floor a few times when Anna picked up particularly sexy panties.

Anna decided to get every pair that made Crowley blush and look away.

Crowley cleared his throat. "Did you want me here so you could tease me in front of my mother?" He muttered in Anna's ear.

She shivered and smiled softly. "Wasn't the plan but it seems to be going that way." She grinned at him.

He gave her a weak glare that turned into a smile and kissed her. "I love you."

"I love you too." She grinned at him. "You're gonna be my husband."

"I am... Speaking of... How will we handle last names?"

"I'll take yours of course."

"That's the problem... I mean, I don't really have one."

"What does your driver's license say?"

"Fergus McLeod." Crowley nearly growled, earning a frown from his mother. "You have a regal name, Fergus."

"I like Fergus." Anna said, smiling. "I might call you it sometime. I can take McLeod."

"Don't you dare." Crowley said, his face panicked. "You know how much I hate that name."

"It's a lovely name." Anna and Rowena said at the same time.

Crowley went pale. "You, mother, are going back to Scotland. You will not make my fiance into you." He threatned.

Anna laughed. "It's fine, Crowley, I'll never be your mother. But they do say you marry someone like your parents."

Crowley scowled deeply. "Nope. Not you. You're different."

"I don't know about that, Fergus." She said in a nearly perfect Scottish accent.

Crowley shuddered. "Nope. I am leaving." He turned and feigned walking away. Rowena began to laugh. "THat was quite good."

Anna grinned at her. "Thanks, I've been practicing it." She said before going to grab crowleys hand.

"If you want sex in the next year... Please never do that again, or I won't be able to get it up."