After they had finished dinner and said their goodbyes to all of their guests, Patrick and Ellen made their way down the stairs and back into Patrick's black Porsche. Ellen got in and buckled her seat belt, Patrick kissed her before he sped away from the resturant and the photographers snapping their pictures. "We'll that was fun," she smiled excitedly.

"Yeah," Patrick nodded. "It was, I think our wedding is going to be amazing," he said stopping the car at the red light and reaching to touch her face tenderly.

"Did you ask Eric to be your best man?" Ellen asked softly.

"Yes, did you ask Rebecca to be your maid of honor?" Patrick returned the question.

"Yes," Ellen smiled. "All of their questions made me nervous," Ellen explained. "Do you think Michael would have enough time to design something for me?"

"Ellen, it's the end of April, of course he will, he has like five months." Patrick reassured her.

"I guess your right." She shrugged, "Where are we going to go on our honeymoon?"

"Our trailer," Patrick laughed.

"Oh god you're right, we'll have to work."

"Maybe we can just request a few Meredith and Derek sex scenes, and just get it on, right there on the set." Patrick smiled. Ellen laughed hysterically.

"I'll talk to her about that," she smiled.

Patrick and Ellen pulled into their drive way Ellen walked up the stairs to find a farmilar face waiting at the door. "Chris," she practically jumped. Patrick was instantly by her side.

"Patrick, can you give us a minute," Chris asked politely, Patrick looked to Ellen, she nodded. Patrick went inside.

"Ellen," Chris sighed. "I know I fucked up, so many times. I know that I wasn't always the husband or boyfriend I should have been but I am so in love with you. I've had to watch you be with him the last few months and I can't stand it, because I want it to be me, who goes to Disney World with you and who gets our picture taken every where we go, I miss you Ellen and I'm begging you, please don't marry him."

"Chris," Ellen said with a tone of surprise in her voice.

"Ellen come on, we were in love." Chris said desperately.

"Were, Chris, Were, we were in love," She looked at him sadly. "Don't do this."

"I'm still in love with you." Chris said firmly.

"But I'm not in love with you," Ellen explained, " I'm in love with Patrick."

"You have been with him for two months, how can you know that?"

"I've loved him for a lot longer than that," She confessed sadly.

"So you lied to me, to everyone about how long you slept with him?" Chris pratically yelled.

"You see, this is exactly why you aren't the guy that I come home to every night. It was never about the sex, Christopher. I'm in love with him, and I am going to marry him and I'm sorry if that hurts you but you hurt me and when you were never there he," Ellen pointed at the door, "He, was."

"Okay," Chris shook his head and let his gaze fall to the ground.

She looked at him for a second, she knew some part of her should feel guilt or torn, but she wasn't. As she turned to walked into her house she knew that it was exactly where she wanted to be. She had a family now, a life. She had someone she could go home to. Who would, at the end of the day know exactly what stressful work that day had brought on. Someone who made her day less stressful.

She walked into the living room and sat slowly on the couch next to Patrick. He was clearly stress.

"I'm sorry about that," she said softly.

"Right," he mumbled not looking her in the eye.

"What is that suppose to mean?" she quickly reacted.

"You're ex-husband shows up at our house at 1 in the morning and I'm supposed to believe you haven't talked to him in 3 months."

"Are you kidding me?" Ellen yelled. "Do you think I have been seeing him?"

"No," Patrick stood and ran his hands through his hair, "no."

"What is this then?"

"Am I just not suppose to react to something like this?"

"Yes."

"He told you he still loved you."

"You were listening?"

"How could I not."

"How much did you hear?"

"Just that and then I walked away, why did you confess your love for him to?"

"Damn it, Patrick.

"Oh, stop!"

"You want me to stop? Are you listening to yourself? You are flipping out at me for something I have no control over!"

Patrick, sat on the couch, and thought for a minute, "You're right," he said rationally.

She sat next to him on the couch and touched his hand, "If you would have stood there listening ten seconds longer, you would have heard me tell him that I am in love with you."

"I'm sorry," Patrick said softly.

"We've got to stop expecting life to tear us away from each other. I think we are suppose to be together, Paddy." She looked him in the eyes, and tenderly ran her fingers through his hair.

Ellen spent the next couple weeks, following Patrick to publicity events for Maid of Honor. They both were very relieved when it was finally premiere night. They would go to the red carpet premiere in LA and then in three days go to the NYC premeire.

Ellen stood in the back ground, she smiled because she was so proud of him. It gave her an odd feeling, because she was usually the person getting interviewed and someone else would have been standing in the background. But it was refreshing to be the proud bystander.

"Ellen," she heard her name called by the next camera guy. Whoops, she spoke to soon. She shook her head and waved them off, as Patrick finished his interview he urged her to go.

"It's you day," she smiled.

"but you are the bride to be," He kissed her. "Go talk to them,"

"Paddy, it's your premiere,"

"Oh fine, we'll go together." He smiled, walking up to the E! interviewer.

"Hey, How are you?" Patrick greated the interview. Ellen smiled brightly and greeted her too.

"I'm great , How are you guys?!" the interview said excitedly.

"We are really good," Patrick smiled.

"I've got to tell you, I am so happy for the two of you," the interviewer said sincerely. "I was rooting for you to get together all along. How does it feel to just have a normal relationship now?"

Patrick laughed, "We are still far from a normal relationship. Every move we make is exaggerated and on the cover of some magazine. But you know it was very nice to have our engagement party a couple weeks ago, that kind of made things feel more normal.

The interview looked to Ellen, "What's your opinion on your relationship now?" the interview smiled.

"It's not that our relationship isn't normal," Ellen smiled, "because we have little fights like normal couples do and we have our bad moods and then we make up, but we also have to deal with all this paporazzi. Which is sometimes hard to handle."

"We're hoping that after our wedding, things will calm down a lot and the media will just let us be married." Patrick smiled

"Have you set a date yet?"

"No, we haven't," Ellen laughed.

"Now on a different note, Patrick, your last movie was extremely successful, do you expect Maid of Honor, to be as successful as Enchanted."

"It's geared toward a completely different audience. I think it will be very successful, but I think Enchanted was so successful because it was appealing to both grown up audiences and it was something that parents could take their kids too. So I am hoping that Maid of Honor will compel romantic-comedy fans to come out and watch." Patrick smiled

"Speaking of Mr. Maid of Honor over there," the interview gestured toward Patrick looking at Ellen.

"Do you have a Maid of Honor yet?"

"Yes, actually," Ellen smiled, "Rebecca Dane. And Eric is going to be Patrick's best man," Ellen laughed.

"So we are going all Grey's Anatomy on everyone" Patrick laughed

"Yes," the interview laughed. "Well it was wonderful talking to both of you today and Patrick I wish you the best of luck with your new movie, and congratulations to both of you on your engagement."

"Thank you," Patrick smiled taking Ellen's hand.

Patrick and Ellen stopped for pictures, the first one was a serious one. Patrick held Ellen tight and they both gave the camera a sexy sultry look. They next one was completely opposite, she laughed hysterically as Patrick tickled her side. The photographers snapped pictures of that. And then finally Ellen made her way to the side while Patrick took pictures with his co-stars.

Three hours later, they were driving home in Patrick's Porsche. "Patrick, it was really good!"

"Thanks, Ellie," he smiled.

"What's wrong?" Ellen noticed something different in his tone of voice.

"I don't know, I just wish that we didn't have to go to the premiere in New York"

"It'll be fun, I love New York," Ellen cheered. "Maybe while, we are East, we can go see your mom, and talk about the wedding," Ellen smiled.

"Yeah," Patrick smiled, "that would be nice."

"Are you okay?" Ellen asked, unable to fall for his attempted happy voice.

"Yes, I just can't wait until we are married and everyone stops thinking that we are just the average on set hook up, who can't last longer than 6 months."

"Who says that?" Ellen said instantly upset.

"No body, but they don't have to." Patrick sped up.

"Paddy, your letting this stuff get to you too much," She touched his hand.

"I know, I just can't help it, I can't take it anymore."

"Well what do you want to do?" Ellen asked concerned. For some strange reason his tone of voice concerned her. She couldn't help but imagine the worst response he could give. She could almost here it, I don't know if I can go through with the wedding, or maybe they're all right maybe we don't have what it takes

"What if we move up the wedding?" Patrick asked suddenly.

"Uh, wow," Ellen smiled a little bit relieved, "I wasn't expecting that."

"Is that a no?" Patrick asked.

"No, no," she made a face, "I mean no," she laughed, "I mean no its not a no," she laughed again. "How about July?"

"July," he repeated softly.

"Yeah, that gives us roughly two months to plan everything." Ellen smiled, "Will do it like the week before we go back to filming."

"Okay," Patrick smiled, sincerely happy.

"Okay," Ellen returned it.

For a small fortune, Michael Kors made Ellen's wedding dress in, only three weeks. The wedding was now official a month and a week away. Michael had been kind enough, to also make Tallulah's flower girl dress and Rebecca's maid of honor dress. Today was the first time they would try on the final product for fittings

"So is this weird?" Rebecca asked Ellen.

"Is what weird," Ellen was confused.

"Going to Jillian's house and picking up Tallulah, by yourself?" Rebecca asked feeling uncomfortable.

"It used to be, but now I think we understand each other. I try to be

careful with her feelings, because watching us get married has got to be hard for her but at the same time I think she realizes that I wasn't the only reason their marriage fell apart. I don't know, it's hard to explain."

"No, I understand," Rebecca smiled as they pulled up to Jill's house.

"I'll be right back," Ellen popped out of the car and walked to the door. Ellen rang the door bell once and then waited until Tallulah came running and opened it.

"Hey Ellie!" She cheered.

"Hey babe," Ellen smiled hugging her. Jillian appeared behind Tallulah, "Hi Jill," Ellen nodded. Jill forced a smile.

"So what does my dwess look like?" Tallulah asked excited.

"Well that is surprise," Ellen teased.

"We should be back by 6," Ellen explained. "Is that okay?"

"That's fine," Jillian said, clearly annoyed. "You do things fast anyway so I'm sure you'll be back in half the time you should be." Jill said rudely. If she was trying to insult her, Ellen thought that Jill could have come up with something better.

"Right, okay," Ellen quickly caught on. Ellen walked Tallulah to the car and made she sure was buckled in the back seat. Rebecca gave Jill a bitchy wave as Ellen got into the front seat. "So much for understanding each other," Ellen mumbled and then pulled out of the drive way.

Rebecca and Ellen talked to Tallulah the rest of the way to Michael Kors on North Rodeo, where they were meeting for the fitting. Tallulah held Ellen's hand as the walked into Michael Kors. The sales clerk showed them to the back fitting room where Michael greeted them.

"Hello Beautiful," Michael smiled, kissing her cheek.

"Michael," she smiled. She turned to Rebecca, "this is my maid of honor, Rebecca Dane." Ellen introduced.

"Good to meet you Rebecca," Michael smiled.

"You too," Rebecca said politely.

"And this," Ellen smiled brightly, "is Tallulah." Ellen tickled Tallulah's side.

"You're the flower girl right?" Michael played.

"Yes," Tallulah nodded.

"Would you like to see your dress little princess?" Michael asked. Tallulah nodded again. Michael pulled out a little wine-berry colored dress. Rebecca and Tallulah, now fast friends snuck into the dressing room and put it on Tallulah. Ellen waited outside talking to Michael. Tallulah walked out, it fit her perfectly. It was a perfectly tight top, the middle section had a large sash across it. The skirt of it was full, but not puffy. It flowed and rippled freely.

"Oh Tallulah, you look like a princess," Ellen said standing up to get a better job. "You look so beautiful."

"Thanks Ellie," Tallulah smiled.

"Michael its perfect! Tallulah do you like it?" Ellen asked concerned with Tallulah's opinion.

"Like it… I love it!" Tallulah cheered.

"Good, it looks perfect on you," Michael said.

The alteration girl looked at the skirt and then poked a few places. "I don't think it needs anything. Michael do you see any where?"

"No, it fits her perfectly."

"Yayy," Ellen clapped and then laughed.

"Your turn, Rebecca," Tallulah pushed Rebecca along.

"Oh right," Michael said pulling another dress of the same color off the rack. He handed it to Rebecca and sent her to the dressing room. She returned a few moments later.

"Wow," Tallulah said, "You look really pretty."

"You really do, I love that dress on you," Ellen said smiling brightly.

Rebecca's dress was almost exactly like Tallulah's except it was a littler more mature. It was strapless but dipped just slightly in the middle. It was tight around the middle with thinner sash that wrapped around to the back of the dress and came to a point just above her butt. The line of the dress followed the ribbon and ended where it began, revealing most of her back.

Ellen watched the seamstress check to see if any alterations were needed. "I don't see anything. Michael?" She asked again.

"No, it look beautiful on you Rebecca." Michael stated.

"Thank you," She smiled and then looked to Ellen, "You're turn, Bride-to-be."

"It's already set up in the first dressing room." The seamstress said.

Ellen disappeared and then walked out of the dressing room five minutes later. Her chalk white dress flowed freely, it was very low cut, but classy. The straps grew thinner as they rounded her shoulders. The dress was also open back. Just over her butt, the material bunched together and then flowed out into a long train.

"Wow," Michael was surprised by how beautiful she looked in it. Her fragile little body wore it perfectly.

"Woah," Tallulah said wide eyed. "You look beautiful."

"Oh Ellen," Rebecca smiled taking in her beauty.

"Would you like to be the face of Michael KORS?" Michael asked suddenly.

Ellen laughed. She looked to Michael and suddenly realized that he might be serious, "Are you serious?"

"Very," he smiled.

"Oh my god," Ellen squealed. "Yes!"

"Good, I'll have my assistant set up a meeting with your agent next week." Michael smiled.

"Okay," Ellen laughed.

He looked in the mirror with Ellen, "Now are we going to do a veil?"

"I don't think so," Ellen explained, "I don't know, Rebecca, Tallulah what do you think?"

"Nah," Tallulah shook her head.

"Yeah I like it better without I think," Rebecca suggested.

"What are you going to do you hair like?" Tallulah wondered.

"I don't know what do you think?" Ellen asked.

"Down. Maybe curly?" Tallulah asked.

"I think that would look very pretty," Rebecca agreed.

"Yes, and your hair is short enough that it won't take away from the design of the dress," Michael said.

Patrick and Eric walked out of Giorgio Armani on Rodeo Drive. They had just finished the fitting for their tux's for the wedding.

"So I know it's a month away but are you nervous at all man?" Eric asked.

"No, not really," Patrick shrugged. "More anxious."

"You just want it to be over?" Eric asked again.

"No, I'm excited for the actually wedding. I'm just ready for people to let us be in love and live our lives."

"I bet its been tough," Eric nodded.

"It has but it's been worth it," Patrick smiled.

"God, you really are in love," Eric laughed at Patrick's cheesy comment.

"Yeah…" Patrick laughed, "where have you been?"

"Not paying attention I guess," Eric laughed. "Oh by the way, do I get to through you a bachelor party?"

"No, I don't think we're doing that," Patrick explained.

"What?" Eric shrieked. "Come on you have to have a bachelor party."

"Don't you think we're a little old for that?" Patrick asked.

"No one is ever too old for a bachelor party, and speak for yourself I'm young." Eric said.

"Right, that's why you have all those gray hairs," Patrick gestured toward Eric's head.

"I changed my mind, I don't want to be your best man, you're a jerrrrrrrrrk."

Patrick laughed, "Sorry, I just don't want to have a bachelor party." Patrick said getting his car from the valet.

"Okay, Okay." Eric gave in. Eric opened the door and climbed inside. "So where are we going now?"

Patrick looked at his watch, quarter till 6. "We are going to meet Ellen and Rebecca at my house at six. We have reservations for Mr. Chow's at 6:45."

"Sounds good, did you clear this with my wife?" Eric asked.

"Yes, Ellen did." Patrick said.

"Good to know," Eric remarked.

The sun was a little lower in orange-red sky by the time Ellen brought Tallulah home. Ellen walked Tallulah to her front door and hugged her tightly.

"You looked beautiful in your dress Tally," Ellen said as she dropped the embrace. Tallulah grinned brightly and then looked at Ellen sincerely. There was something different about her eyes. They were a little bit happier than Ellen had ever seen them before. Ellen returned the smile. Ellen held Tallulah's arms and said, "now you go inside and be good for your mom, and I'll pick you up on Wednesday so we can buy shoes okay?"

Tallulah nodded and hugged Ellen again, "I love you Ellie," she said softly.

"I love you too," Ellen said a bit shocked Tallulah turned and then skipped into the house.

Ellen was frozen for a second, her eyes instantly filled with tears. She just stared at the door and then smiled as she turned to get into the car with Rebecca.

"You okay?" Rebecca asked.

"Yeah, she just said…she just said she loved me," Ellen smiled.

Patrick ran upstairs to his bedroom to change while Eric waited patiently in the living room. Patrick threw on some jeans and a dress shirt and brushed his teeth. On his way out of the master bathroom Ellen walked in.

"Hey my Paddy," she smiled brightly.

"Hey my Ellie," he returned the smile pulling her into his arms. "I missed you today."

She laughed, "I missed you." He kissed her forehead. "Tallulah said she loved me today," Ellen shared the story clearly touched.

"Wow," Patrick said surprised.

Ellen laughed, "I know I was surprised too. The whole step-mother thing is hard to handle most of the time."

"Actually…Part of me is surprised and part of me isn't. I forget that its you that we are talking about." He smiled. "Who couldn't love you," He said running his hand along her leg and kissing her lips.

Eric knocked on the door, "Hate to break up the love session but its almost 6:40 now."

"We're coming," Ellen laughed.

As Ellen, Patrick, Rebecca and Eric walked into Mr. Chow's both paparazzi and tourists alike snapped their pictures.

"When's the wedding?" they shouted.

Patrick and Ellen smiled. "Maybe we should tell them?" Patrick teased

"Maybe not," Ellen laughed.

"Come on," they yelled.

After they were seated at the table the four of them gave a big sigh of relief. "God it's incredibly tiring dealing with them. I don't know how you deal with it all the time." Rebecca stated.

"What are you talking about they follow you around too." Ellen laughed.

"It's never that bad." She reminded her. "Unless I'm with you." She laughed.

"So how was the fitting today girls?" Eric asked.

"Yes, how was the fitting," Patrick repeated.

"Great!" Rebecca said. "Did you tell him what Michael offered you?"

"What?" Patrick asked instantly excited.

"To be the face of his line," Ellen smiled uncontrollably.

"Oh my god, Ellen!" Patrick practically cheered.

"That's great," he kissed her.

"I know, it was so unexpected," Ellen said excitedly.

"She just looked so beautiful in that dress!" Rebecca gushed.

"Don't tell him! It's suppose to be a surprise." Ellen squealed.

"Oh right, the bad luck thing," Rebecca recalled.

"It would take a hell of a lot more than bad luck to tear you two apart." Eric laughed.

It was nearly Ten o'clock by the time they were finished eating dinner. After picking up the 400 dollar bill, Patrick and Ellen walked hand in hand out of the restaurant. They said their goodbyes to Rebecca and Eric, who had to get back to their children. Since they were child free tonight, Ellen and Patrick decided to walk around Beverly Hills a little. Every store on Rodeo Drive was closed, but the lights they left on at night illuminated the street.

"This is very romantic," Patrick smiled pulling her closer.

Ellen laughed lightly, "It is," she agreed as they walked up the stairs past Tiffany's. A silent moment passed, and then Ellen looked up at Patrick, "Do you ever think about how much we've been through?" Ellen contemplated.

"All the time," Patrick laughed.

"I mean seriously, in the beginning, the audition, the first scenes we practiced together, did you ever think, wow, I'm going to leave my wife for her?" Ellen asked thinking back.

"Truth?" Patrick asked.

"Truth," Ellen agreed.

"The second you looked into my eyes, Ellen," he said softly smiling, "I knew that you were going to change everything and I was terrified." Patrick thought for a minute, "I think I knew, in my heart, I'm going to marry her someday." Patrick said kissing Ellen's cheek.

"Where do you think we would be if you would have never come to my house that night?" Ellen asked as they walked past Juicy Couture.

"I think we would be here," he laughed, "unhappily married and sneaking out at 11 o'clock at night stealing every moment we can."

Ellen laughed, "And hooking up in our trailer."

"What are you talking about, we still do that," Patrick laughed.

"You're right we do," she laughed, turned so she was facing him and then kissed him on the lips. "Let's go home," she smiled.