The pieces of my puzzle.

Thirty nine.

(Bradly's POV)

I don't think I have ever been this happy in the entire duration of all the days that I have existed on this earth.

Every moment before this that have seemed to be my happiest were all just another step further in the staircase that led to this moment, this feeling, this place....her.

Azara. My wife.

It felt foreign to say, like an intrusive word in my vocabulary that was never connected to her before. Yet it's true, this is not a dream, not a fantasy, this is real. She chose me. And now it's my job to repay her by choosing her every day of the life we now share.

Because I would never dream of choosing anyone else, for she has entered my heart and made hers a home that mine longs for every second we are parted.

I looked over at her, her head thrown back in a laugh at something one of her students, David Bridges aka Parachute, had said; her stunning white dress dragged on the floor behind her, her eyes shut and her shoulders shaking as her melodious laughter reached my ears.

A smile instantly graced my face because her laughter was just naturally infectious, a sound of unmasked joy that I cherished, knowing it didn't come visit often in the presence of others.

I took a sip of my drink, my gaze still trained on her form as I felt a presence sidle up next to me, their gaze following the path of mine.

"Well well, Roost. I never thought you'd actually end up here this year; never mind with her, after everything that happened." The teasing lilt in her voice gave away the smirk on her face as I turned to her.

"Wow. You really know how to start a conversation, Nat." I chuckled, raising a brow at her.

Phoenix laughed, tilted her head slightly. "But you can't deny it's true."

I smiled, glancing in Azara's direction again, my heart swelling in my chest. "No I can't. It almost feels unreal."

She nudged me, her face turning slightly more serious. "Don't mess this up though. Otherwise I'll come for you." Her threat was paired with a casual sip of her champagne.

I sighed dramatically, rolling my eyes. "Geez Nat! I already have Mav on my case, not you too!"

She only laughed in reply as she walked off to chat with Fanboy, leaving me to mingle with guests and make small talk when the only thing on my mind was her.

(Coyote's POV)

I gathered with everyone else around the large banquet table, all the guests crowded around the newlywed couple as they were about to cut the cake.

I stood off in a corner, watching from afar so as not to get lost in a sea of people. They were just about to cut the cake when I heard the door next to me softly open and close with a 'click', an unfamiliar woman stepping into the room.

I didn't recognize her, though something about the way she fidgeted with her hands felt familiar. I shrugged. 'Probably just a random family member I didn't know. Not surprising.' I thought as I turned my attention back to the couple who were laughing as they tried not to make a mess when cutting the cake.

A soft almost inaudible intake of breath made my gaze shift back to the woman; she was average height, with a bush of curly blonde hair that has started to gray at the roots, she was wearing a elegant black dress and matching heels. She wore an almost nostalgic expression as she watched the couple.