Of All The Lost Things

Epilogue

Epilogue

Wendy's POV

I'm so excited I can hardly breath. Plus, my dress isn't helping much. Peter and I wanted to get married in the trees, so I'm standing on a wooden bridge, about to walk down the aisle. Hook is next to me, my arm through his. When I asked him to give me away, he nearly cried.

Felix is Peter's best man, and I picked Emma to be the maid of honor, because I'm fairly certain that Hook has a thing for her. We let Henry be our ring bearer.

The music starts, and I freeze for a moment, but then I see Peter smiling from the front, and Hook gives my arm a gentle tug. I take a step forward, and suddenly, everything is okay. I can do this.

And I do. I marry Peter.

We have the after party later, with all the lost boys, and Emma, Regina, Henry, Baelfire, Rumplestiltskin, Mary Margaret, and David, who all agreed to stay for the wedding.

When it's time for me to have my first dance with Peter, we stay on the dance floor long after our song is over, and everyone else joins. Neither of us can keep our eyes off the other one, and it's the most fun I've ever had.

As Peter finally leads me off the floor to get a drink, he whispers in my ear, "I love you."

As I turn around to kiss him, I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror off to the side. My hair is falling down a little, but my smile is big enough to cover my whole face, I glow with happiness, and I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.

A/N

Thank you to everyone who read this, and to all the writers whose lines I borrowed. That last one was from Suzanne Collins. I hope you liked this story, and keep writing.

-Sarah