Author's Note: Hey y'all! Here's some cute fluff... just what I though might be running through Jess's head on the day she gets married!

I still can't quite believe it. Today is the day that my best friend becomes my husband . . . for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, til death do us part.

Did I mention that I'm standing at the altar? Like, right now.

As the pastor makes his way through the ceremony, my soon-to-be husband's hand slips into mine. Our fingers intertwine as they've done so many times since we first held hands that magical night so long ago. I smile over at the handsome face next to me and think back over the years.

We met young – high school sweethearts, of course. We were both busy through the years, and I don't think many thought it would last (including his sibling, both of our parents, and most of my friends), but we beat the odds. We didn't go to college together but still somehow managed to stay close.

If we hadn't, we probably wouldn't be where we are today: me in a white dress and him in a suit and tie, standing holding hands in the back pasture at Half Moon Farm.

Yes, we decided to get married practically in my backyard. He always supported my love for animals, and he was right by my side when I earned my wildlife rehabilator's license. I've been doing that ever since.

He also supported my love of music, even though my education at Juilliard meant that we'd be that many more miles apart during our college years. I know he loves music, even if he doesn't tell many people, and we've spent multiple evenings enjoying music and each other's company.

Looking down his line of groomsmen, I of course recognize all of their faces, but a few are less familiar than others. He always did have "his friends" – from sports teams, mostly. I always loved to see him partake in something that he was passionate about – hockey, usually. A New England upbringing practically does mean that you're born knowing how to skate.

I fall even farther into my reverie, thinking about his attributes that I love so much. He's sweet, and selfless, and considerate. He has a great laugh, and a hilarious sense of humor, and he always knows how to make me smile.

I suddenly feel a light squeeze on my hand and realize that the pastor is looking expectantly at me. I blush.

"Sorry," I reply. "Where were we?"

As the pastor moves on to the vows, I sneak a glance over at my groom. He gives me a look:

Doing calculus in your head again?

I smile at him and shake my head slightly. We've always been able to communicate wordlessly, another sure sign that we were meant to be.

Twenty minutes later, there is a new ring on my left hand and we're about to be pronounced man and wife. "You may kiss the bride," says the pastor.

Electricity runs through me as we share our first kiss as husband and wife. It's well worth the wait.

"And now," says the pastor, "I present to you, for the first time ever, Mr. and Mrs. Jonas Bates!"

Confetti flies through the sunshine. My new husband scoops me up off of my feet and carries me down the aisle and into our future.

Author's Note: Yes, that did just happen. I'll give you a second to let that sink in...

Did you stop hyperventilating? Yes? Okay, good. ;)

In case you're wondering, this does NOT mean that I'm anti-Jarcy. They're still adorable squared! It just means that my brain has been contemplating Jonas lately... I mean, come on. We can't deny that Jess was crushing, at least a little. (And it doesn't help that I kind of was too. *blush*) But I was just thinking, and if anything did happen to Jarcy, I can totally see this happening. Anyone with me on that?

Anybody?

Or am I just out here on this limb by myself? Yeah, I thought so.

Let me know what you thought. This one probably won't be continued... but you never know. :)

Anna