Hey you guys,

I know that you guys are going to be reading this and be like, wtf. This was such a horrible ending. I was going to write about the more angsty side of the ending, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I know that this sounds stupid, but I sort of was rushing towards this happy ending, haha!

This chapter is dedicated to all of the reviewers for the story;

Fan999123, Dreams, XOiHeartMiloOX, The Only Onigiri, JennyKim319, Yuki's-Lil-Sis.

Thanks guys!

-Emily

She was a vision, nothing less than a beauty. Her cheeks which but a few months ago were lifeless, pale and dull were now rosy and full of happiness. She was twirling in the Church's dressing room that they had set up for brides. "You look amazing, Tohru." Uo and Hana clapped their hands, her lacy white dress frilling out, a smile plastered on her face. It had been hard, so hard. It had been exactly six months ago that Tohru was distraught, after Kyo had asked her to marry him.

She had left, she had simply gotten up and left New York. She had left Kyo there, wondering. It was the worst thing that she had ever done in her life. When he got home, days later, he never even looked at Tohru. The night he had gotten home, Shigure was still out at the writing seminar, and when she had found Kyo, he looked as depressed as Tohru had for all of those depressing nights that she had spent crying over Yuki.

Yuki was dead, Kyo wasn't. She loved Kyo and Yuki, and her love for both of them would never die off. But Yuki had, even if their love hadn't. Yuki would want Tohru to have everything, happiness, an amazing life even if it wasn't with him. She didn't know if that were his thoughts and words exactly, but she knew that if the roles were switched and she was the one who died instead of Yuki, she'd want him to have as much happiness as she could.

Yuki's engagement ring was hanging on the same chain as her mother's wedding rings and her father's wedding ring. It wasn't something that was going to make her life end, it was going to be something that would scar her for life. And she was going to look at that scar every day and remember all of the happy times that she had had with Yuki. And with Akito dead and the curse now broken, things were finally looking up. Yuki was her guardian angel.

Hana was her maid of honor, and was wearing the same style of dress, A-Line skirt with empire waist line, except hers wasn't pink like Kisa, Kagura, and Uo's. It was black, which was fine with Tohru. As long as she was happy, then Tohru was happy. "Tohru! Show time!" Kisa squeaked, peaking her head in. Tohru gasped, her breath piercing the air. "Deep breaths, Tohru. Deep breaths." Uo and Hana both rushed her out.

The organ began to play, and Tohru's heart was pounding a million times a minute, her head spinning. "You look beautiful Tohru." Uo smiled. Kisa was the first to walk down the aisle, Hiro on her arm, followed by Momitchi and Kagura, then Uo and Haru, and then Hana and Shigure. Hatori stood, his arm extended to lead Tohru down the aisle. He definitely wasn't her father, but he would suit very nicely. He had been the best fatherly figure, and she wished that some day he would find the same happiness that she had.

Kyo was sweating, and Tohru could see the beads of sweat caused by nerves that covered her face and neck. The whole ceremony went by in almost a blur, and Tohru barely spoke until she had to say those two words. Those two amazing words that she had never imagined she'd be saying. She felt almost like she was betraying Yuki for a moment as she said them, knowing that when she had said 'Yes' to Yuki, she was promising to say those words to him. Not Kyo. But it was too late to go back, now. This was it, this was who she was going to spend the rest of her life with. There was no one who could keep them apart. No curse, not Akito, no one.

"You may now kiss the bride." The priest announced and Kyo took her in his arms, and did just that.

One year later…

"She's in pain! Give her some god damn pain killers!" Kyo screamed at the team of nurses that were crowded around Tohru's hospital bed, Tohru trying to repeat the breathing excercises that she had been taught in the parenting class that she and Kyo had taken. "Just breathe, babe. Just breathe!" Kyo screamed, not at her but out of pure excitement.

In an hour, a beautiful, healthy baby boy was being cradled in Tohru's arms. Her face was flushed and her body was limp with happiness and excitement and a slight amount of pain. "You choose the name, Tohru. You deserve it." Kyo brushed her hair out of her face, kissing her on the fore head. "I'll be right back." He murmured, most likely stepping out to get some fresh air.

She cradled the baby boy in her arms, knowing quite well what she was going to name the boy. Yuki. Yuki Sohma the second. Suddenly, a ghost-like figure appeared. He was smiling, and blurred. Tohru blinked, then opened her eyes to see the figure. Yuki. "Take care, Tohru." Were the muffled words that were spoken before he finally faded a second time.

Tohru smiled, grinning ear to ear as she closed her eyes to take a nap with her newborn infant. The last feeling before she drifted off to sleep was a hand on her shoulder, and she knew who's it was. The door opened, and Kyo entered the room, leaning down and the two cooed over the baby, Tohru drifting to sleep and then waking back up again. "Good night, Kyo." She leaned over and kissed him gently then looked down at her baby boy. "Good night, Yuki."