They stepped into the reception hall as a family.

Fitz had one arm wrapped around Olivia's waist and the other around Gerry's shoulder. Olivia's right arm was wrapped around Karen's shoulders and the other around Fitz's waist.

Gerry held Teddy and whispered to him not to be scared as the doors opened and they were met with thunderous applause.

"At last my love has come along, my lonely days are over, and life is like a song..."

As the first chords of the song began, Fitz stepped out on the dance floor, offering a hand to his new wife. "May, I have this dance, Mrs. Grant?"

"Of course, Mr. Grant." Olivia smiled brightly as she placed her hand in his and allowed Fitz to pull her close.

"At last the skies above are blue, my heart was wrapped up in clover the night I looked at you."

Fitz expertly swung his new wife around the dance floor as he looked deep into her eyes. They felt the world around them disappear and suddenly it was just them. There were no secrets and no pressure. Just two people desperately hopelessly in love. And Fitz had never felt so content as he did at that moment.

"I found a dream that I could speak to, a dream that I could call my own, I found a thrill to press my cheek to, a thrill I've never know..."

He looked down into her beautiful brown eyes and felt his smile grow. They were married. She was his wife. They could be a family. He could have the life he had always wanted with the woman he was made to love.

"You smile and then the spell was cast and here we are in Heaven, for you are mine at last. At last, you are mine at last."

"I am the luckiest man in the world."

Olivia's eyes scanned the room attempting to locate her husband. Since their first dance they had barely spent five minutes together. Her eyes finally landed on Fitz leaning against a wall watching Karen and Gerry dance with Teddy and Ella.

Their eyes met across the room and Olivia motioned towards a nearby doorway. Fitz nodded his head in agreement and the two quickly but discreetly made their way over.

Olivia grabbed Fitz's hand and pulled him through the doorway into a small hallway used by the staff. As soon as the door shut behind them Olivia turned to Fitz and smiled. "Hi."

"Hi," he said as he leaned against the corridor wall and pulled her with him, wrapping his arms tightly around her. Olivia happily wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his broad chest.

They stood there for a minute just enjoying their quiet embrace. Fitz gently stroked her back and rested his face against her head. "Have I told you how beautiful you look today, Mrs. Grant," he asked softly.

Olivia nodded her head in reply. "Almost as much as your son has," she added with a grin.

Fitz snorted with laughter and looked down at his wife. "I hope my children didn't frighten my new bride off with their combined maid of honor/best man speech," he said.

"Our children," she said earning a bright smile from him, "gave a wonderful speech. They are amazing kids, Fitz."

"You're amazing, Olivia."

As the night dwindled down and more and more guests started to leave, Olivia began to think back on the night she had just had and all the things that led up to this day. She was broken out of her reverie by a tap on her shoulder.

"Hey, kid," Cyrus said when she turned. "James, Ella and I are going to be heading out with Teddy, Karen and Gerry soon. I was hoping to have one last dance with the bride?"

Olivia nodded and smiled as they headed for the dance floor. "Thank you for taking the kids, Cy," she said as they danced.

"It's the least I can do," he replied as he took a deep breath. "Look, Liv, I want to apologize for all I put you through. I tried my damnedest to keep you two apart and that wasn't right. I have known you a long time and you are a good friend. You deserve to be happy."

"It's forgiven and forgotten, Cy. The White House made us all a little crazy but it's over. It is time to move on with our lives." Olivia smiled at her old friend and continued on. "Now, when are you running for President? James would make an amazing First Husband and we all know if anyone can make a gay President it's Olivia Pope-Grant."

"I am sure you could, kid" Cyrus said with a laugh, "I am sure you could."

Olivia and Fitz stood outside the reception hall waving goodbye to Cyrus, James, Ella and the Grant children. As the car carrying them all left he wrapped his arms around Olivia and held her close. "Finally alone," he whispered into her ear.

She smiled, turning around to wrap her arms around his neck. They swayed silently for a few minutes, dancing to an imaginary tune.

Olivia looked up into his beautiful grey eyes and stroked his cheek. "Take me home, Mr. Grant."

Fitz signaled for the limo to be brought around and then looked down at Olivia, a wide smile on his face. Bending down slightly he swooped her up into his arms and headed towards the limousine.

"With pleasure, Mrs. Grant."

A/N: I figured we could all use a little fluff to get us through what is sure to be some serious angst tonight. This is the last chapter of this particular story. I'm keeping it pretty PG so there will be no smutty wedding night. You can use your imaginations on that. :)

Enjoy the angst tonight!

Disclaimer - I do not own Scandal. Nor do I own the lyrics to the song "At Last."