Looking into her mirror, Jo March smiled a secret smile. Being in the attic again brought forth such great memories. The smile stretched into a grin as she remembered all of the ridiculous plays her sisters and she acted out, dressed as men of society.

The best day of course, was when Laurie first joined them. His easy amusement and his childlike nature were just perfect, in fact, Jo found him to be so much like her. She could see the sparkle in his eyes when he laughed at her jokes, and that sparkle just spread warmth throughout her chest.

She glanced down to her hands, stained with the ink of her labor. So many stories came from her hands, but no stories about her life. Not yet at least. She'd written about her sisters, and that was enough. Jo's hands shook a bit as she looked at the ring on her finger. It was simple, just as she liked her jewelry. A band with a tiny stone in the middle was all that she needed. Her heartbeat quickened as she thought of the man who had given her his heart.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned her face up to the mirror to see who it could be.

"Meg, I said I would be ready in ten minutes," Jo said to her sister, feeling a bit exasperated.

"I know Jo, but Marmy asked me to check on you," Meg replied.

"Could you help me with my hair, then? You know what happened last time I tried to do hair," Jo asked, shuddering at the recollection.

"Of course, Jo," Meg replied softly. "But I'm tempted to burn some of your hair off now," she added trying to lighten the mood.

Jo giggled. "I never thought I would marry," she added, a bit somberly.

"We always knew you would Jo," Meg replied. "You were just too stubborn to see it yourself."

"Yes, I believe that entirely," Jo said, rolling her eyes a bit.

Meg laughed at her sister. "I'm finished Jo."

"Oh, you made me look beautiful," Jo replied. "Let's just hope he thinks so too."

"He will Jo. He loves you."

Jo glided down the stairs, fully expecting to trip and fall. But she didn't. Walking out the back door to the garden with a bouquet in her hand, was not something she usually did. Today of course, was the exception. The white dress, layered with lace and silk was itching her like poison ivy, but she didn't care. She glanced ahead to the altar, and then around to her family sitting around it. Finally she looked at him. He stood, dressed in a fine suit, no doubt as itchy as her dress was. He looked so handsome. His hair was perfectly combed, but still in slight disarray.

And then his eyes lit up. It was beautiful. Jo could feel her heart begin to thud in anticipation.

He took her hand, and they waited for the preacher to begin.

When the ceremony was over, they walked together to the pond in the nearby woods. Their hands were joined, as were their hearts.

"I love you," Jo said.

"Well, I would hope so," he replied, the sparkle still in his eyes.

"I just don't get tired of saying it," Jo conceded.

"I know."

"Are you glad you married me?"

"I will never stop being happy about marrying you."

"Good. Because neither will I."

And then she kissed him, softly at first. She remembered why she loved him. Her arms went around Laurie's neck as she kissed him more deeply. The sun moved across the sky as time passed, as the world turned.