Today, she would officially become a part of the Vega family. James' grandmother insisted on having a traditional Spanish wedding, to which she complied. She even started learning Spanish so she could have conversations without her translator.

Jane stood on the pedestal, eyes closed, arms raised, trying not to move. James' abuela was adding the finishing touches to his mother's wedding dress, which had been bestowed unto her. Both her future grandmother-in-law and her own mother had gotten along greatly and had fussed over the wedding for her, although she did have some say in it herself.

When James' abuela stood back from the dress, Jane could hear her own mother and the other women in the room gasp. "Open your eyes, chica," the old woman whispered.

When her eyes did open, she was stunned. The first thing her eyes caught was her belly, where the fabric had been replaced with a white veil, revealing her final stage of pregnancy to the world. The dress itself was that of a fairy tale, sparkling like diamonds, with a low cut chest and long skirt. It was hiked up to reveal her strong legs and her feet, where she wore glass-like shoes.

What she truly loved about the dress, though, were the words "N7" stitched on to her breast.

"Mrs. Vega..." Jane whispered, tears welling in her eyes. "It's, it's..."

"I know what it is, hija. It's your dress. Now come," she demanded, guiding Jane from the pedestal into a chair that sat in front of a vanity. "We must do your make-up. Sophie will do it, she is absolutely magnífica."

Sophie turned out to be a small asari girl, only 5 in age. She was a dark blue colour, but had no colony markings, so Shepard safely assumed she was from Thessia. The young asari climbed onto her lap, using her belly as leverage, and began to place make up on her face. After a few minutes, Sophie jumped to the floor, red dress billowing behind her.

When she looked at herself in the mirror, another gasp was torn from her throat. "Do you... like it?" Sophie piped up, wringing her hands.

"Sophie, I love it!" Jane cried. Her cheeks and eyes had been painted a fiery red, almost like war paint. Her lips were the same colours as her N7 armour, black on the outside, red on the inside, and white in the middle of it all. "It's wonderful!"

Sophie grinned at the commander before running to her mother's skirt. The asari matron, as she had introduced herself, was the wife of John Vega, James' older brother and man who bore the same name as her own dead brother.

"Come on," Hannah cried, looking at her watch. "The ceremony's about to start! Everyone, in your places!"

Jane Shepard took a deep breath, grinning as the room bustled around her. This would be her final hour as a Shepard, and her first as a Vega.

When she stepped into the room, Shepard wanted nothing more to hide her face even further behind her veil and even tried to hide behind the bouquet of white and red roses. She wasn't one for stage fright, but there was always a time to start. She would've run to the altar, grabbed James, and run back to her private room to be married in private had her mother not squeezed her arm and kept her moving forward.

All of the faces that turned towards her own were gawking. She had invited everyone she had kept in touch with, which basically meant that the church they were in was the size of the Presidium. People of all races sat in different levels, watching her slow movements. Those in on the ground floor were the ones from her crew and their families, although most of them were standing near the altar as bridesmaids and the like. James had chosen his brother to be his best man, while she'd chosen Liara to be hers.

After what felt like a millenia for her, Jane reached the altar and turned towards her future husband. James was in the same tuxedo she'd bought him when he first met his mother, but had his own N7 badge on his breast instead of a rose or other flower. She could tell he was nervous also by the way sweat beaded on his forehead and his hands shook.

They turned to the priest and listened to him give his rehearsed, but heartfelt sermon. Then they said their vows, and the words that would change their entire life for a second time finally came: "You may now kiss the bride."

James grabbed Jane by the hips and pressed her into him, ready to kiss her when they both felt water on their feet. The crowd gasped, murmured, then fell silent.

"Jane?"

"Yeah?"

"Did your water just break?"

"Yeah."