Chad's POV

I sit on the bench, waiting desperately for the girl of my dreams to arrive, though I'm not sure she will. After I proposed to her, the phone went dead, perhaps she's still angry with me or perhaps it was a mistake. I've been watching the clock where all of the flights are listed, and time has gone by in an agonizingly slow manner. Being the former star of a very melodramatic show, I've always loved suspense, but this is certainly an exception.

Thankfully, my worries are interrupted by an older gentleman, who takes a seat beside me. "So how long has your flight been delayed?" he asks me, leaning back in the chair.

I glance over to him. He seems a little annoyed but not to an extent that makes him unfriendly. He's dressed in a long coat and a hat, like a man from a 1940s classic film. He has a dark black beard to match his dark, rough skin.

"Oh, my flight isn't delayed. I'm just waiting on someone," I tell him, tapping my foot on the cold tile floor. "What about you?"

"Six hours," he says in a low grumble, but he then perks up. "Who are you waiting for?"

I hesitate to answer, chuckling at how insane I must sound to him. "Well, I'm waiting for a girl who may or may not marry me."

He raises an eyebrow at me before shaking his head. "You young people are getting crazier and crazier by the decade." Through all of his apparent disapproval, I can see a twinkle in his eye and a small, almost hidden smirk on his lips. "So how did that happen?"

And I tell him the whole story, from start to finish. He makes a few remarks at how stupid I am:

"You ambushed the poor girl!"

"You should have known that when you wrote about a mermaid that you'd get into trouble."

"Why would you say that you hate that poor girl?"

He shakes his head at me once I finish with my story. "So you two are going to get married, huh?"

"I hope so," I say, letting out a sigh before shrugging. "I don't know. We'll see if she shows up."

"She'll show," he assures me, but not in a consoling way, but more of a matter-of-fact way. "You've found something that not many people get to experience. Finding someone you love and being lucky enough for them to love you back."

"I know I made the right choice," I tell him firmly.

He lets out a loud laugh. "That's where you're wrong. You don't choose to be in love with someone. It just happens. You don't find love. Love finds you. It's got a little to do with fate, destiny, the stars. At lot of it is also do to with the fact that when a man really falls in love with a woman, he's hers forever. Your sorry butt never had a chance," he tells me with a small smirk, pointing a finger at me.

I smirk at his response, letting the words sink in and thinking about how true they are. My own stubborn will has seemed to get in the way of my true feelings for as long as I can remember.

"But," he begins, looking over his shoulder before standing up. "If you want to believe that you did have a say in the matter, that you did have a choice, I'd say you made a good one."

"Why do you think that?" I smirk at him in attempt to cover up a laugh, raising an eyebrow at him. He sounds so confident in his words and yet he has no idea what the future holds.

"Cause she showed up," he says, motioning with his head to the part of the airport that my back is turned to. "And she sure is pretty."

My mouth goes slightly agape at his words, but he only winks at me and then walks off. I stand up and turn around, my heart beat racing at a million miles a minute. Through the crowd, I see her, looking completely overwhelmed as she looks around for me. I cannot help but smile at her expression.

Stupid cute.

We finally lock eyes, her big brown ones meeting my blue, and I can see her let out a deep breath as she rushes over to me, her mouth still agape and looking almost panicked. And as she walks over to me, I realize that every single action up until this point was just a denial of the following truth: I am, and always will be, hopelessly in love with Sonny Monroe.

"Chad Dylan Cooper, you cannot just call a girl from the airport-" she begins, her voice a little shaky. I cut her off by wrapping my arms around her waist, and her hands fly up to my chest instinctively.

"I know this sounds crazy," I say but she just laughs that melodious laugh that I have longed to hear for years.

"You're a mess," she laughs, letting reality sink in. "Chad, you're insane."

"I know, but I love you. And I just couldn't go a day longer without you with me," I tell her, desperately.

"You are a mess, Chad Dylan Cooper," she smiles at me. "And I love you so much."

I pull her in for a long, passionate kiss, her hands entangling themselves in my hair, and I've never been so happy to have messy hair in my life. I break away from the kiss only to playfully and jokingly kiss her neck profusely which makes her throw her head back in laughter, making me smile in return. Our foreheads meet as we stare into each others eyes, smiles on both of our faces that just will not seem to go away.

Sonny's POV

I laugh as Chad carries me into the hotel room, bridal style, my arms wrapped around his neck.

"You're such a dork. We're not even married yet," I giggle. He chuckles as he shuts the door with his foot and walks me over to the bed, laying me down on it gently.

"I know, but I wanted to practice so that when we are...I don't look like a dork," he informs me as he lays me down.

"Well, good luck with that," I tell him with a playful smile. My eyes look up to the ceiling, and my mouth drops open.

"Oh no," I say, failing to stifle a laugh. "There's a mirror on the ceiling."

Chad lets out a groan, and his head falls in embarrassment.

"It's so romantic!" I say in an over-exaggerated voice being giggling at myself. He finally forces himself to look up at the ceiling.

"I told them something nice, not something...sketchy," he says, staring at the mirror above us.

"Chad, it's Vegas," I remind him with a small smile playing on my lips.

"Look at you," he says with a small smirk, shaking his head at me.

"What?" I ask him, suddenly becoming self conscious and wondering how terrible I look from our long flight.

"You fly all night, and you still look amazing," he says.

"Oh, gosh. No, I don't," I say, turning my face into the pillow a little.

"Yes, you do," he tells me with a slight nod. He stares at me for a few seconds before asking, "You tired?"

I just shake my head. "No, I've never felt more awake," I smile at him. He starts to stand up, but I halt him by grabbing him by the collar. "Hey, come here," I say before crashing my lips into his, which causes him to moan slightly. We pull away after several seconds.

"I miss that," I tell him, bringing him in for another kiss. This time, we only kiss for a split second before I pull away and whisper in his ear, "And I think your ass is going to look really great in that mirror." That causes him to blush, smiling as he looks down and rolls his eyes at me. "Let's find out," I say with a small laugh. And I pull him in again for a kiss and so much more.

I walk out of the bathroom to find Chad fixing his tie in the mirror. I nervously walk over to him, wearing a simple white dress that stops just above the knee. My hair is wavy, and my only jewelry is two simple diamond stud earrings that my mother gave to me when I turned 18.

"Chad," I say nervously, my hands intertwined together. He turns around, his hands still fumbling with his tie until he sees me. "You think this is good enough for a white trash Vegas wedding?" I ask him with a small laugh. He stares at me for a few seconds with a faint grin on his face. "Wow," is all he says. He walks over towards me, his smile growing.

"You are..." he begins, searching for the right word, "breath-taking," he decides on.

I smile at him. "You are," I reply.

He gently places his hands on my waist and pulls me in for an even gentler kiss. He pulls away and looks down, appearing to be deep in thought before he gulps. "I know that it's selfish...to get married like this, no friends, no family, in Vegas," he says, looking down at me. "But I want to be selfish with you, Sonny. It has been way too long, and life always seems to get in the way with us," he says with a faint smile. I smile back at him and giggle a little. "And I know this is...Las Vegas, and it's not exactly how...you imagined it, but I promise you...it's gonna be romantic," he tells me playfully with a grin.

We walk into the Chapel O' Love to hear an elderly woman on a synthesizer playing Burning Love with Elvis at the alter beside her, and our smiles quickly fade when we a combination of people we never knew existed. A pregnant teenager and a man with a long beard wearing an old baseball cap. An overweight woman in cut-off shorts and a tight tank top with a large man wearing biker get up and a bandana on his bald head.

"This isn't right," Chad says wearily, observing the crowd.

"No," I say quickly, turning to face him. "It's okay, really. It is. I just want to be your wife."

"Sonny, I want that too," he says, watching a skinny girl covered in tattoos hug a man wearing nothing but overalls and boots. "But what the hell was I thinking? I mean, this should be a dream come true, not..." He squints as he looks Elvis shaking and dancing at the alter. "Anything this is."

I cannot help but agree with him, despite how desperately I want to be married to him. I smile when something pops into my head. "Hey, I got an idea. You trust me?"

He gives me a once over. "Looking like that, sure."

I giggle. "Come on," I say, grabbing him by the hand and forcing him out of the chapel as he watches in complete confusion at the scene before him, unable to tear his eyes away from the train wreck.

I sit on the plane, alone, biting my fingernails when I see a body take a seat beside me from the corner of my eye.

"I thought you were gonna come meet me," Chad says in a low voice.

"I chickened out," I tell him with a guilty smile. "Looks like you're going to have to join the mile high club by yourself."

"I kinda already did," he says smoothly.

My mouth drops open and I exclaim, "Oh, gross!"

But he just laughs. "I'm kidding. Did you tell Tawni where you were?"

"No," I say, quickly realizing that she must be very worried about me. "I'll text her when we land. Can I tell her what's going on?" I beg.

The left side of his mouth curls up as he contemplates my question. "I don't know. Don't we want to tell everybody together? Plus, I don't really want this out in the media yet. I just want it to be about you and me for now."

"Okay," I nod softly, resting my head on his shoulder. "So about this mermaid story..."

"Keep your eyes closed," I tell him, my hands covering his eyes as we walk into the hotel room. I shut the door behind us with my foot and finally uncover his eyes. "Ta-da."

His mouth drops open as he takes a few steps in. He turns around and looks at me quizzically, pointing to the floor. "Is this...?" he trails off.

"The room you proposed to me in?" I ask him with a small grin on my face. "Yeah." I walk towards him. "You said it was supposed to be like a dream so I figured why not mine."

He gets a small smirk on his face, and he grabs my hand, leading me to the bedside, exactly where he first proposed to me.

"Chad..." I grin from ear to ear.

"Quiet, this is my moment, woman," he tells me, making me giggle, as he gets down on one knee and takes out the ring in his pocket. He takes in a deep breath and looks me right in the eyes, right through me. "Sonny, will you-"

"Yes," I say quickly, unable to help myself.

He chuckles, shaking his head as he looks down before his eyes return to meet mine. "I didn't even ask yet."

"I don't care, Chad. Yes," I repeat. "Yes. A thousand times yes."

I say, pulling him in for another kiss. And so much more.

When I first got to know Chad, after all the hype over Chad Dylan Cooper died down and he became just Chad to me, deep down, I saw him as someone who was cute and fun to flirt with, but I never saw him as someone I could be with. He was just too risky of an investment. In my eyes, he would always be a playboy. He would always be cute, but that's about it. But then he'd have what he likes to call his moments. They were more rare than a solar eclipse, but when they did come, they were beautiful and breathtaking. And something deep inside me told me that there was more to him. As we started to date, those moments became more frequent, but now, just being with Chad is a moment. Flying on a plane with him at 1 in the morning is a moment. Resting my head on his shoulder is moment. I used to take advantage of the love that he would show me, but right now, I know I never will again.

Yes, not having love be reciprocated is tragic, but to have someone love you back is all anyone can hope for. My whole life, I've wished for a fairy tale romance, starting with a perfect prom that left me starry eyed and a marriage with grand gestures, but that is not what I have received.

I have received love. Real, raw, fierce love. Romance is fleeting, but love withstands anything. Love is deeper than any sort of romance ever could be so give me love. And I wouldn't give it back for the world.

Thanks for reading and I hope this chapter was everything you wanted it to be and hopefully it made up for all of the pain in Back to You haha. Anyways, please review so I know people are still interested in the story! Thanks!