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Epilogue

Epilogue

"Funny that I mention what?" You asked, your heart still beating recklessly in your chest as you looked up at your future husband.

"Well, let's just say there is a reason that everyone is here tonight, including your mother and," just as he was about to finish his sentence a certain blonde three year old came running towards the two of you wearing the fluffiest purple dress imaginable. "JJ."

"Care to elaborate on what that reason is?"

He continued to smirk at you while he looked away to pick up JJ and plant a heavy kiss on her cheek. "Well, I kind of figured with the majority of our relationship being so.. so public. It would be nice to have something small and intimate, you know, with all the people we love."

If he hadn't just asked you to marry him, you probably would have said yes all over again at that statement.

He looked from his daughter back towards you, that smirk never wavering. "So what do you say? Want to get married today?"

"Hell yes."

There was a sigh of relief that seemed to come from the crowd of people that were surrounding you both. Gen and your girlfriends all stepped forward with your mother in tow, wrapping themselves around you and pulling you away from your husband-to-be.

A saddened, panicked thought crossed through your mind. "Wait, what am I going to do for a wedding dress?!"

Brie stepped forward, grabbing one of your hands and giving you a calming squeeze. "You don't really think we would all be here and not come bearing gifts, do you?"

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About two hours later, just before the sun was setting, did you find yourself standing in the exact garage that you and Jensen first became one in the physical aspect of your relationship, it was the only place that you could position yourself in the backyard without him seeing you before it was time for you to walk down the aisle.

Your mother was circling you carefully, eyeing you from head to toe. It was hard to tell if she was looking at you because she wanted to be able to remember this specific moment forever or she was making sure that you looked just perfect before heading down the aisle.

"Mom?"

"Yes baby?"

You shifted so that you were facing her completely and reached out for her to stop her pacing. "Are you going to tell me what you were doing with a wedding dress?"

Her footsteps fell short as she looked down at the simple rose gold sandals that were zig zagged across your feet. You watched as her chest rose and fell with her deep breath before her voice came out softly. "I know I never really told you much about your father, but there was a time that we talked about getting married." She gave you a somewhat sad smile, "He took me ring shopping, I had brought along a girlfriend to try on wedding dresses on afternoon and talk about wedding venues."

"And you bought one?" You asked, surprised by your mother's confessional.

She gave you a small shrug, before reaching over and brushing a strand of hair off your shoulder, revealing a small spaghetti strap. "It was a moment of weakness, but when I tried this dress on, which was well before I had you – might I add, I just had a moment of this being the 'one.'"

You chewed your bottom lip while you thought through your next question carefully. "So, mom, did you have that 'aha' moment with my father?"

"No," she answered quickly while shaking her head just as fast. "There were some moments where I thought he was the one, but I think in high in sight, the only thing he was supposed to give me was you."