A/N not mine, I own nothing.

Just a quick note, I grew up in a large Irish Catholic family...Weddings were large affairs with lots of alcohol... They are also very long, with a large amount of sit, stand, kneel. My knees hurt thinking about it.

Slowly One Shot

The Wedding

The day of our wedding dawned bright and beautiful. Yes, I swore I would never have the large Catholic circus again, but after being given another chance at life, I felt like I needed to honor it. Call it Catholic guilt, or whatever you want. I felt a need for it, and Ranger did as well. We were both able to have our previous marriages annulled by Rome, so here we were today to make it official before God, the State, and our friends and family. We had over 300 guests waiting for me to make my entrance on my Daddy's arm. Ava Maria was being sung to herald the wedding party, I was nervously waiting for the wedding march to que our entrance. Daddy and I took our places as the music began, the doors opened slowly and I took a deep breath, and we began our slow walk.

I looked up at Carlos, because at this moment in time, he was open to everyone, he was Carlos. The tears that were gathering in his eyes, had them spilling down my checks, they were tears of happiness. We made it to this point, we will have many years to come. No matter how hard I had to fight, I knew he would fight with me and for me. I got to the top of the aisle, and the priest, Father Mike began.

"Who gives this woman to this man, to be joined in the Rite of Holy Matrimony?"

"I do Father." Replied Daddy.

I lost all sense of time at that point, we were getting married. I have found my happily ever after. No matter what, I will be with him for the rest of my life. We may never have children, but we will have each next thing I knew Father Mike was telling Carlos that he may kiss his bride. As he kissed me the cheers were thunderous. We made our way to the vestibule, and to the side of the church, it was time for our wedding photos. For the next hour we had our pictures taken, then made our way to the Valencia Ballroom for our reception. I was exhausted. We knew that this would happen, so after we eat, I would dance one dance with my husband, and one with Daddy. Then we would sit, until it was time for the cake, after that I would throw my bouquet, Carlos would throw the garter, we would dance one last time then go home.

My friend Maureen, from college caught the bouquet, and Lester of all people, caught the garter. I watch the two introduce themselves to each other, and I'm not sure if it was all the alcohol that they had consumed between the two of them, or if it was real. The look in their eyes told me that they once knew and loved one another. I think they maybe rekindling an old flame.

"Carlos" I whispered, as we passed them, "Do you see it?"

"I do Carina, is that Maureen he is with?" I nodded, "They knew each other in high school, they dated until the day he left for the Army, he never thought he would see her again. " I just smiled.

It looks like we might have a new member to our family soon, if things go the way I think they should.