Author's Note: Here is Chapter Nine of the AHC Gloriousness. As Always Read/Enjoy/Review!


Chapter Nine: L-O-V-E

" Here it is people…LOVE. Love is all that matters. All that will EVER matter. Don't forget that."-Anonymous.

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" I feel like this is all a dream," I murmur, head on Chase's shoulder as he links his fingers with mine, the black and white diamond stones in his band dancing in the light. He takes my chin in his hands and lifts my face to his, kissing me deeply.

" Does it still feel like a dream?" he whispers, and I smile shaking my head slowly, blinking my eyes clear.

" Mmm. No. Chase," I say resting my head against on his shoulder eyes fluttering shut as he pulls the blanket over my shoulders.

" Hmm."

" I love you."

" I love you more."


Evangeline's POV

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Future Mrs. Leto,

I'm sorry, I know it's been three days since I left and I haven't written you. It's crazy beautiful here, and when I say CRAZY BEAUTIFUL, I mean CRAZY BEAUTIFUL! I've gone through four rolls of film, in three days, I know, I have a problem. That's okay, though, because you my genius of a best friend packed me extra film, so Thank You!

Okay so you know how when I was booking this honeymoon, and I was like, what's the big deal with champagne service and turn down service, and in room couple's massages? I take all of that back, every ounce of it because I highly recommend it! We landed, completely exhausted and honestly, all I wanted to do was GO To SLEEP (no jokes about wedding night sex) but the second we walked into our bungalow, the exhaustion flew away. POOF.

The bed was turned down, and their were flower petals, everywhere. I could smell them dancing in the air, and candles flickered, and well…l don't think I need to finish the rest of that. I'm sure you can put it together.

I miss you, and I look forward to coming home and it being all about YOU and YOUR WEDDING!

Eighty more days until your wedding!

Love,

Mrs. Braelyn Porter ( I love saying that.)

I giggle at how upbeat her words seem and I smile as I type away, only to nearly jump out of my skin when a chime lets out on my computer and I let out a small wiggling dance when I realize its Jared.

Jared's calling me. Jared's calling me!

" There's my girl," Jared says smiling, his face blooming onto my screen.

" Here I am. God I miss you," I say drawing my knee's up to my chest smiling at him.

" I miss you so much more," he says and I can tell he's tired, probably working off of very little sleep, and part of me feels guilty that instead of sleeping, he's insistent on sticking to our thirty minute Skype dates every night.

" How's everything going?" I ask and he grins at me, his face lighting up.

" Amazing. It was amazing. The crowd was insane, and beautiful, and electric."

I smile, falling into his excited chatter, discovering that I have never been happier than I am right now.

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Braelyn's POV

Mrs. Braelyn Porter,

I have to admit, that has a certain ring to it, and if you apologize one more time for not emailing me sooner while on your honeymoon, I will personally fly to The Cook Islands, and kick your ass! I wasn't expecting any form of communication from you while your busy having hot married sex, but I am glad that you emailed me. Because now I get to tell you how I've been without you here.

As hard as it is to be away from you (and it really is hard) things have been going beautifully. I've been drawing, almost nonstop. I never realized how much I missed it, until I started doing it again. Until I picked up the pencils and pressed it to paper and did it again. Its freeing. Its liberating. It's me. And it doesn't hurt one bit that I've sold a few pieces, and when I see a few, I mean all of the pieces that were in the gallery at the opening.

All. Of. Them!

It's a beautiful thing my friend. A beautiful thing indeed.

Onto new news. More like wedding news! I got the invitations today! And you know what that means! That's right when you come home from your fabulous honeymoon, I'm going to kidnap you for at least a day so you can work your pretty little hands to the bone addressing them. Not to mention all of the stamp licking you will be doing. Yes, before you ask I attached a picture of the invitation to this lovely little email so you can bask in the glorious beautifulness that is my invitation!

So Jared and I are doing date nights. Skype date nights. Every night, for thirty minutes it's just me and him, even if its on a computer screen, I get to see the love of my life's face for thirty uninterrupted minutes, and it's the happiest time of my day. They best part of my day in fact. To sit and talk to him, or just listen as he tells me all about how beautiful the crowds are, or how amazing the places are that he's in.

Can this really be me, Brae? Can I honestly be this happy? It feels like I'm living in a fairy tale. A beautiful fairy tale that I can't get out of. That I don't want to get out of.

Ever.

And you. I don't know what to say to you. You are, amazing. You've come so far Braelyn, so far. From where you were, to where you are.

Okay enough, I'm getting all lovey dovey and mushy, that needs to stop.

Message me back whenever you and Chase get done doing, well you know.

Love,

The Future Mrs. Leto.

I click on the attachment on Evy's email, and I'm blown away. Undoubtedly the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

Evangeline's wedding invitation is the same burnt orange color that she chose as one of her theme colors, and in the corner of the paper is a picture of Jared and Evangeline profiles, drawn by her own hand, staring at each other.

Beautiful.

Breath taking.

My eyes fill with tears and I nearly jump out of my skin when something soft caresses my shoulder.

" Sorry, didn't mean to make you jump," Chase murmurs in my ear pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

" You just scared me that's all," I murmur smiling up at him.

" Mmm. What this. What are you looking at?" he asks sitting behind me, on hand wrapping around me as he studies my laptop screen.

" Evy and Jared's wedding invitations, oh and apparently she's kidnapping when we come back from our fabulous honeymoon so she can work me to death addressing and licking the stamps for all of them."

" Slave driver."

" I know. I love her though."

" Mmm, I love you," he all but purrs in my ear and despite myself I giggle and let him pull me back with him.

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Evangeline's POV

Future Mrs. Jared Leto,

I was planning on apologizing for the fact that I didn't get this to you sooner, only I don't like the idea of you kicking my ass, or flying out here and interrupting my fabulous, sex fueled (yes, you read that right) honeymoon so, I wont apologize. Instead I will get right to the point.

Your invitations, are hands down, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in all my life. You did a beautiful job Evy, and I am actually looking forward to working my hands until they seize up and threaten to quick working and my mouth gets that weird stamp glue taste in it.

That's how much I love you.

I'm glad to hear that you and Jared are keeping in touch, especially via video chat. Let me guess, there is a lot of naughty moments aren't there. See now every time I'm over and he rings you up on Skype I'm just going to have to make a hasty retreat as to not interrupt the steamy, Skype sessions.

That just isn't fair. Not fair at all, because I'm the best friend, and I shouldn't have to do that.

But, seeing as how you're my best friend, and he is my honorary brother I will sacrifice time with you should he ever call while I'm there and leave you two alone to have dirty, Skype time together.

I love you Evy, and you don't have to say anything, I all ready know.

Yesterday I swam in the ocean. Yes, the ocean. I snorkeled, and touched fish, and I'm even getting a little bit of a tan. Yes, a tan…okay so its more like a burn that will become a tan for a few days before inexplicably peeling away…don't make fun of me.

Love,

Mrs. Braelyn Porter

" So Braelyn thinks we're having dirty Skype time, huh?" Jared asks and I laugh nodding my head at the screen.

" That she does."

" She knows us so well."

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Braelyn's POV

I stagger, literally stagger off the plane, exhausted from the nine and a half hour flight from Rarotonga to San Diego, exhaustion threatening to completely consume me.

" Your asleep on your feet," Chase murmurs pressing his lips to my hair.

" What gave it away? The bags under my eyes or the fact that I am highly tempted to curl up on the luggage carousel and sleep?" I ask, well more like snap out, wincing, " I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you."

" I know, its okay. Your tired, I'm tired, it was a late night last night," he says and I nod my head, whimpering just a little.

" It's your fault," I say stifling a yawn, jumping when a loud buzzing echoes around us signaling that soon luggage will start coming down, and I'm that much closer to home and to my bed.

" How is it my fault?" he asks lightheartedly, and I roll my eyes at him.

" Because whose brilliant idea was it to stay up all night," I ask taking my pink suitcase from his hand, " Who kept whom awake all night?"

" If I recall, you weren't complaining in the moment," he laughs and I blush, because he's right. I was not complaining, one bit.

" So, not the point."

Forty five minutes later, and I am all but bouncing in my seat in the car as we pull into the garage.

" Home. Home. Home. We're home!" I cheer as I push out of the car and race for the door, and I push it open on the sound of Chase's laughter, only to stop and stare. Roses petals are dance from the garage door to the stairs, and up all of them and I can just imagine what's waiting upstairs.

" Evy," I whisper, grinning ear to ear.

" Evy," Chase echoes behind me and suddenly, I'm not so tired anymore.

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Evangeline's POV

' Thank you.'

Braelyn's simple text message draws a smile out of me as I gather my pillows and blankets from the couch, not forgetting my laptop, hoping that Jared calls soon, that soon his face will be on my screen so I can lay next to him, from halfway across the world and stare into the eyes I can get lost in for the rest of my life.