A/N hey all-- yay for the almost end of a crazy semester! Here is another part of the days of the week thing, or just a one shot if you want... if you haven't read the others you do need to know that Maggie and Gracie are the same person (Sam and Jack just call her different things). Hmmm...I hope to hear your comments on it, I'm already almost done with Sunday which should be up soon...

Too many Saturdays had come and gone before this moment.

She had spent her life with the idea of him in the back of it, but the reality was something she couldn't comprehend. She was too full. Too much Jack. Too much love. Everything was overwhelming.

And, as she stood at the back of the church watching her little girl disappear around the door with a basket full of rose petals, she wasn't sure why her feet wouldn't move.

It had been a year after Gracie's birth that Jack had come to her and gave her an ultimatum.

"Either you make an honest man out of me, or I will never have sex with you again."

She'd laughed. She'd laughed so hard she cried. They started planning the wedding the next day.

He'd done a lot of the work, knowing she was so busy with Gracie and work to put all her effort into it, and he'd done an incredible job.

She heard her music cue and started her way down the aisle. Jack was at the front, with his Maggie on his hip, and she knew as soon as he turned his head Maggie would be in trouble.

As Jack's eyes met hers, and his arms went slack—allowing his daughter to be caught quite gracefully by Daniel—she almost laughed. Realizing that this was an inappropriate response—she tried to keep it down, but that just made it worse.

By the time she reached the front of the church she had tears rolling down her cheeks and she couldn't take it—she laughed out loud. Leaning over and bracing her arm on Jack as he took in her behavior with a smile. Hearing his laughter join hers as the guests and preacher stood there, stunned, made her laugh even harder.

She couldn't help herself, she looked up, grabbed Jack's face in her hands and kissed him. They lost themselves in the kiss, Jack reaching around her waist to draw her closer, and her body relaxing into his.

Finally, loud persistence coughing by the preacher made them separate.

A yell from the back of the church, "You're not supposed to do that yet!" made them start laughing again, and as they calmed the preacher brought out his bible and began the ceremony.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…."

Laying in bed, in the fanciest hotel in the Springs, while her husband—husband—worshipped her body, she thought to herself that maybe, just maybe, there should be two Saturdays a week, at least.

A/N please let me know what you think! There's only one more to go...