So, I wrote this thing. Because I love Jefferson and Grace so much! :D

Disclaimer - Same as always, nothing is mine! *Cries*

Jefferson sat outside the room of where he knew his daughter was. 28 years, frozen in time made Jefferson happy. Because he got his little girl back.

But he was giving her away again. But for her happiness. And what was better for her.

Jefferson looked down the aisle of the auditorium and sighed. This was never meant to be so… emotional and he knew where Grace was going. Where his Grace was going. Because he gave the blessing. He gave that boy permission to take his Grace. But Jefferson was okay with that. Because he trusted that boy. It spent months of building the trust as well. Because he never wanted to let go of her, Jefferson hated that idea. But, that boy made Grace happy and what Jefferson always wanted was her happiness. Just this once. Grace promised she'd visit though, so that was a plus.

"Papa, are you really okay with me getting married?"

"Course pumpkin. Why wouldn't I be?" the Mad Hatter looked at his little girl with a small smile. Well. She wasn't so little anymore. The girl looked much like her mother. If only her mother lived to see this…

"Papa?"

Jefferson turned to see Grace. In a beautiful white dress. The dress simply flowed down with a few beautiful patterns.

He made that dress. That dress was made especially for his Grace. He knew her better than, really, anyone. And he knew this was her dream dress.

Jefferson simply smiled at her before walking over to take her hand, "you look beautiful, Grace," he said, giving her smooth, soft hand a gentle squeeze, "your mother would've loved this."

Grace smiled as she leaned forward to kiss her father's cheek, "I know she would've," she stated gently.

Jefferson smiled, running a hand on the top of her head and kissing her hair, "I love you, princess."
"I love you too Papa," she said as she hugged him.

Jefferson merely smiled kindly as he rubbed her back and rested his chin on the top of her head, "your mother would've been so proud of you," he murmured.

Grace smiled, "thank you papa," she said as she pulled away.

Jefferson smiled and offered his arm, "shall we?"

Grace smiled and took it, "yes."

Jefferson pressed his lips to the top of her head again before escorting her down the aisle. He merely smiled at the young man who would be in charge of protecting his Grace now. He led Grace to alter before leaning to whisper into the young man's ear, "take care of her now. Or else."

And with that, Jefferson sat down in the pew, emotions overwhelming him as he watched the wedding officiated. His Grace wasn't just his Grace anymore. His little girl was now a beautiful young woman, whom Jefferson had grown to be very proud of. He truly did love her.