"What do you hear Starbuck?"

"Nothing but the rain," Kara faithfully replied turning around to face Bill.

"Grab your gun and bring in the Cat."

"Boom, boom, boom."

"Can I steal your wife, Anders?" Bill asked the beaming groom.

"I guess I'll allow it," Sam conceded pulling Kara close and kissing her forehead before letting her go.

"You're a beautiful bride Kara," Bill said leading her out onto the makeshift dance floor next to the lake.

"Thanks Dad," Kara replied turning to lift up the train of her dress before looking back at Bill and shaking her head. "Don't cry. You'll make me cry. And I hate crying."

"I won't," Bill promised the water building up in his eyes staying firmly in place. "Didn't I tell you there wouldn't be any storms?"

"I didn't doubt you," Kara replied bashfully, sucking in her lips and looking up at the clear night sky that was dotted with countless stars. "It's been kind of perfect day - don't you think?"

"Absolutely."

Bringing her attention back to the General, Kara sighed at his tender look and watery eyes. "We've got a bet going on how long it takes before Ellen and Saul 'disappear'. You want in?" Kara asked eager to distract her father.

"I pretty sure I have an unfair advantage," Bill said looking over Kara's shoulder at the heavily intoxicated Tighs. "Years of being with those two, I know them far too well. What time did you pick?"

"9:47."

Bill looked at his watch and back at the Tighs. "Can you change it? Doesn't look like Saul is going to make it that long."

"I'll see what I can do," Kara laughed.

"Kara!" Emma called rushing over to the dancing pair.

"What's up?" Kara asked curiously as she and Bill stopped dancing.

"Mom wants you in the house."

"Sounds like someone is in trouble," Bill teased letting Kara go.

"I bet," Kara replied playfully rolling her eyes. "Okay. Wanna take my place with the Old Man?"

"Okay..." Emma reluctantly agreed. "But I did tell Sam I'd dance with him."

"Sam can wait," Bill assured taking Emma's hands. "The man can't steal all my daughters."


Sam Anders had been proposing to Kara Adama since they were fifteen years old and she spent a decade telling him no. Ever loyal and persistent Sam never gave up. He repeatedly outdid himself with proposals and it became a family joke of when and how Sam would propose next.

After watching Zak marry Melana, Kara decided she was finally ready to say yes. She knew she could wait for Sam's next proposal; however, after years of hard work she decided that it was her turn and she didn't have to wait long for the perfect moment. When the Zenit St. Petersburg football team won the national championship, Kara decided to out do Sam and all his previous proposals by asking him to marry her publicly on the field. Sam gave her the only answer he could and they wasted no time planning the wedding. There would be no grand cathedrals or fancy ballrooms for the Anders and the guest list would number less than a hundred. Their day was about them and those they loved so they picked a location that meant nothing but love to them - the Adama cabin.

"What's up Mom?" Kara asked entering her parent's bedroom.

"You wanted me to get you at nine so you could change," Laura reminded holding up the red cocktail dress.

"It's 9:00 already?" Kara exclaimed shocked. "Mel wasn't kidding when she said the time flies."

"It's been a great day …" Laura trailed racing her hand along Kara's arms.

"Mom!" Kara groaned collapsing dramatically on the bed.

"What? I didn't say anything!" Laura protested.

"You don't have to it's written all over your face."

"I'm sorry. I just don't know why you two had to get these tattoos a month before your wedding."

"It's not my first tattoo," Kara reminded.

"I know. But I can forget about the other ones most the time. This," Laura said gesturing towards Kara's arm. "Is huge. What are you going to do at a job interview?"

"I run an art gallery slash piano bar - it hardly requires office professional attire. Also we live in Russia so long sleeves really are kind of a staple," Kara challenged taking Laura's hand and pulling her down on the bed.

"Whatever," Laura said rolling her eyes. " It's still in all the wedding photos."

"Not all of them. You insisted we changed sides remember," Kara replied sticking out her tongue.

"Okay, okay, okay," Laura conceded. "I'm sorry. It's just not the Audrey Hepburn look I thought you'd go for."

"I'm not 10," Kara reminded.

"Can't you be 10 again?"

"No, but you do have an actual 10 year old downstairs."

"Don't remind me. You're all growing up too fast. I don't like it."

"You might not like that but I know something you will love," Kara said stepping out of her white dress and throwing on her red. "I'm not the only one changing clothes at 9:00."

"You're not really going to make him do this are you?"

"Frakk yeah!" Kara exclaimed. "You're worried about tattoo on your mantle. What about the puffy sleeves, multi-layered fuschia atrocity that's up there now?!"


"Ready for this?" Lee asked handing Zak a shot.

"I'll live," Zak replied downing the drink. "Just make sure there are no pictures. I can only imagine what my students' parents would say."

"They'd say what a lovely dress Mr. Adama is wearing," Melana interrupted giving her husband a kiss. "I don't know why Kara hates it so much. It might as well be straight from Gone with the Wind."

"Righttt," Zak said forcing a smile for Melana as he exchanged a weary glance with his brother.

"You've got this," Lee assured slapping Zak's back before heading to the stage. "Ladies and gentleman. Boys and girls. May I have your attention please? At the bride's special request - may I present to you - Zachary Adama."

Entering the stage with his head and his hands held high, Zak accepted the applause, whistles and catcalls thrown his way.

"Lookin' good Ares!" Kara called with a whistle and grin. "Turn around we want to see it all."

Obeying the bride's instructions Zak gave a fancy twirl for the audience.

"This one's for you Em," Zak said taking her flowered headband from Lee and placing it on his head.