Author's Notes: After re-watching the wedding scene in Keep the Peace Part 1 once again the other day when it aired on ION, Jules's vow sparked the plot bunnies into action. This is what they came up with. Back when I was writing the post-eps during the first airing of Season 5, I had several requests to do something with the wedding, so hopefully it's better late than never. I had originally planned on this being a one shot but as it neared 10,000 words without being at an end, I thought it might be better to break it up into bits; it'll probably about five total. It's pretty much all written so I plan to post a new part each day until it's finished. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: The show Flashpoint and its characters were created by Mark Ellis and Stephanie Morgenstern and belong to them and the networks who air the episodes. Since the show has ended, our only way of getting new Flashpoint is through fan fiction. This story is my attempt to help fill the void, and the only profit I make is the warm fuzzy feeling reviews give me. Anything that does not come directly from the show is my own creation and should not be used without my permission.

So Many Words

Chapter 1

Jules looked at the words she'd painstakingly written in a notebook with a frown. Then she ripped the page out, crumpled it, and threw it toward the garbage can. A garbage can almost overflowing with similar discarded balls of paper. A couple of hours of wasted effort. She tapped her pen against her lips, trying to come up with something new.

Strong, familiar hands snaked around her waist from behind just before equally familiar lips pressed against the sensitive part of her neck. She squirmed slightly, not from being tickled but because it was a sensation she never wanted to get tired of. She twisted her head up slightly so that her lips could be the next to be kissed. Her hand went up to help guide his face to hers.

When the kiss finally broke, Sam Braddock smiled at her. "What are you doing awake so earlier? I thought our plan for today was to sleep late and enjoy a lazy morning in bed together before the craziness had to get started."

"Yeah, I know," Jules admitted softly. Sam had knelt beside the chair she was sitting in, and she twisted so that she was leaning more on him than the back of the chair. "My brain had other ideas though. I woke up early with my head whirling with everything we still have to get done; I couldn't get back to sleep. I didn't want to wake you up, so I slipped out of bed."

Sam looked at the nearly overflowing garbage can. "Sweetheart, you aren't still freaking out about the vows, are you? I thought we decided we would just say what's on our hearts and that that would be perfect enough. I don't want you to drive yourself crazy over anything."

Jules lazily traced patterns on Sam's bare chest with her finger as her head rested near his shoulder. "I know, but it's our wedding. We only get one shot at this to get it right, and I want it to be a day we'll never forget. Besides, I know you; you've got what you're going to say to me all planned out. You're going to make me cry, and then I won't be able to think of anything. So I've got to plan it out ahead of time."

Sam moved his hands to cradle her body protectively against him. Then he lifted her in his arms before taking the seat she'd occupied. He settled her in his lap comfortably. One of his hands caressed her stomach. Jules insisted that she wasn't showing yet, but Sam was equally convinced he could feel a bit of a baby bump forming. With his other hand, he played with the small hairs at the nape of her neck.

"Our wedding day is going to be perfect. You know how I know that? Because you and I are finally going to be husband and wife. Today is the day we've been building toward since the day we met. We're going to stand before our family and our friends and pledge to be together for the rest of our lives. Whatever you say will be perfect because you said it."

Almost immediately tears welled up in her eyes and she brushed them away impatiently. "See, this is what I mean. Words come so easy for you. You always know the perfect thing to say, and look at me, tearing up already."

Sam kissed the tears away and held her close. "If I blame the pregnancy hormones, are you going to hit me?"

She shook her head. "No, not considering I teared up yesterday at work simply because I spilled that box of rubber bullets all over the gun cage floor. Sarge looked at me like I had grown a second head as I sat on the floor picking them up blubbering like a baby. He helped me pick them up, and the whole time he was looking at me like he was trying to decide how to talk me down from red to green."

Sam chuckled. "Yeah, well, it'll make sense to him after we share our news about the pregnancy. Besides, no one is going to think anything if you cry at the wedding; everyone cries at weddings."

For a few minutes, neither said anything. They were content to just sit there in the silence, enjoying each other's company. After a few minutes of the peaceful silence, Jules sighed contentedly. "It almost seems like a dream. We're getting married and we're having a baby. I can't remember ever being this happy."

Sam laced his fingers in hers, raised her hand to his lips, and kissed her knuckles. "It's not a dream. This time tomorrow, we'll be getting ready to become Mr. and Mrs. Sam Braddock."

Jules shifted slightly so that she could look up at his face. "You aren't upset that I'm still going to use Callaghan at work, are you?"

Sam shook his head. "No, it makes sense. Two Braddocks on the team could get confusing, and since our names are on our gear, it could give a subject dangerous ideas in a desperate situation. It doesn't matter what name you go by, it won't change the fact that you are my wife, and that I love you."

Again Jules felt fresh tears forming at her eyes. "See what I mean with the words. You always know what to say to turn me into a melted blob of goo."

Sam chuckled and snuggled her in closer. "Sorry, I'll try to keep you a solid blob of goo. So, your dad and youngest brother's flight gets here at eleven, right?"

Jules nodded. "Yes, we pick them up at eleven, go to lunch, and take care of those last minute details for the wedding before we have to pick up the other two at four and four thirty. I guess it's a good thing that we had today off shift. Who knew there was so much involved in getting married, even if it is a simple ceremony?"

Now it was Sam's turn to look pensive. "Jules, I know we kind of rushed things, but are you sure you are okay with the wedding as it's planned? I know an early morning wedding isn't exactly traditional."

"It's the only time your dad was free; it's important that your parents are able to attend."

Sam didn't look as convinced. "Even though Mark isn't getting to come?"

"Neither is Natalie." Jules reminded him. "It's a small sacrifice. I get my dad and three of my brothers and you get your parents and your cousin Derek and his wife. If we'd tried putting it off until everyone could attend at the same time, who knows how big I would be? At least this way, I won't look like a giant blob of goo on my wedding day." She'd met his cousin the night before. Even though they were only cousins, Sam and Derek looked and acted more like brothers. It had been sweet to watch him catch up with the cousin he hadn't seen in several years.

Sam kissed her again. "Melted, solid, or giant, you will always be the most beautiful blob of goo I ever want to be married to. I don't know about you, but I can think of better ways for us to spend the morning than sitting in this chair. I'd like to make up for the fact that I won't be waking up in the morning with you in my arms."

Jules frowned. "That was your idea, remember. I have no problem with you seeing me before the wedding but you were the one who insisted that we had to follow tradition."

"One night apart isn't going to kill us no matter how I might complain. We'll have the rest of our lives to wake up beside each other. We aren't sticking with tradition on many things but we are going to with this one. Besides, your dad and brothers are staying here tonight and I'm sure your dad doesn't want the man who is marrying his daughter sleeping under the same roof on the night before the wedding, let alone in the same bed."

Jules snorted. "My dad is not that scary. But I won't argue with it because I know it's no use. I just don't want to hear you complaining about waking up alone in the morning."

Sam stood, cradling her in his arms, and started toward the bedroom. "I'm not complaining, not really. I'm merely suggesting we take advantage of the time we have now. Quit worrying about your vows and show me how much you love me."

Jules wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her to their bed. "I think I can handle that."