Two weeks later, Luke and Reid were lying in bed tangled up in sheets, Reid's arms wrapped around Luke whose head was resting on the doctor's chest, his eyes closed and a slight contented smile on his face. Reid, however, was staring at the ceiling pensively.

"Luke?"

"Mmm?"

"Do you wish that you were marrying Noah tomorrow?"

Luke opened his eyes, lifted his head off Reid's chest, and looked at him. "Why would you ask me something like that?"

"Do you?"

"No! Of course not!" Luke said, his voice an octave higher than normal in his indignation. "Seriously, why would you ask me that?"

"You always said he was the love of your life, so I assume that you always imagined yourself marrying him."

Luke sat up. "When was the last time I said that Noah was the love of my life?" Reid shrugged.

"Before we went to Dallas to face the medical board? Before I fell in love with you? Seriously, Reid, where is this coming from?" Luke asked, his brows furrowed.

"I found a notebook of yours," Reid answered, also sitting up. "It had Luke Mayer written all over it."

Luke laughed. "Did it have poems about being lonely in it?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Because I haven't used that notebook in, like, three years. I was using that when Noah was married to Ameera. I haven't even seen it in months."

"Oh."

"Did you really think after all this time I still wanted to marry Noah?" Luke asked, moving closer to Reid.

"He was your first love," was Reid's response.

"I know that. But you also know what I know?"

"What?"

"That I love you. And that you are the love of my life." Luke smiled.

"Yeah?" Luke nodded and shuffled even closer to Reid so that he could kiss him.

Just as Reid fell back on the pillows with Luke on top of him, Luke's phone buzzed. Luke groaned.

"Don't get it," Reid said, continuing to kiss Luke.

"It's probably my mom. I have to get it," Luke said, kissing Reid swiftly and then reaching over to the nightstand for his phone.

"Oh! It was my alarm. It's 11:30," Luke said.

"So?"

"So, I have to go," Luke said, untangling himself from the sheets.

"What? Why?"

"Because we're getting married tomorrow," Luke said, now out of bed and pulling on his jeans.

"What does that matter?" Reid asked.

"We can't see each other after midnight." Luke said, smiling at the appalled look on his lover's face.

"Really? We're doing the old-fashioned thing?"

"Yep." Luke smirked. "It's only one night," Luke said, pulling on his T-shirt.

"Where are you going?" Reid asked, getting out of bed and pulling on a pair of scrub bottoms.

"The farm."

"I'll miss you," Reid said sincerely, walking Luke to the door.

"I know. I'll miss you, too," Luke said, wrapping his arms around Reid's neck and kissing him. "I love you," he said when they had broken apart.

Reid smiled and said, "I love you, too."

Luke smiled and opened the door. "I'll see you tomorrow," Luke said.

Reid nodded and quickly kissed the younger man before he left the apartment.