A/N: Thanks again for all the reviews! I'm in a sappy mood tonight so here you go… fluff. Well, this whole thing is pretty fluffy so I suppose that isn't anything new… Anyhow, the song is "Hey Pretty Girl" by Kip Moore.

Never Stop

Hey pretty girl, won't you look my way. Love's in the air tonight. You can bet you make this old boys day. Hey pretty girl, won't you look my way.

It's clichéd to even think it but he knows that it is true. Today is the best day of his life. It is the best day of his life so far because he knows that his life with her will bring so many more incredible days. In the small handful of years that he has known her, she has turned his world upside down and brought in a light so bright that he often finds himself blinded by it. That is what everyone sees, what it is about her that draws all of them in. Sara and Roy and Quentin. Even John and Lyla. They all see her for what she is. An unending beacon of hope and goodness and purity. She possesses all of the qualities that they all need, the pieces of themselves that are missing.

Hey pretty girl, can I have this dance? And the next one after that? Gonna make you mine, there's a real good chance. Hey pretty girl, can I have this dance?

For so long she has been the other half of him, the better half. She is the hope to his doubt. She is the bubbly to his brooding. She is the laughter that tries to force him to stop sulking. And somehow, even when he had tried so hard not to let her, she'd worked her way beneath his skin and into his head and, most importantly, into his heart. He had fallen in love with her without even realizing it. It hadn't been until Slade had returned, until a real threat to her life had been presented, that the reality of his feelings came crashing down around him. Even when he'd been with Sara, when they'd been trying - for what felt like the millionth time - to have a real relationship, it had been his beautiful and disarming partner that he'd really been in love with.

He can't help but smile as he stares at the solid platinum band that now encircles the fourth finger of his left hand. It feels foreign, the piece of jewelry that she'd slipped onto his hand only a couple of hours ago. It will certainly take some getting used to. But he couldn't be happier. He knows what it signifies. He will forever remember the hushed, shaky voice she'd used as she'd repeated her vows. They are bound together now.

Hey pretty girl, it feels so right, just like it's meant to be. All wrapped up in my arms so tight, hey pretty girl it feels so right.

The sound of his wife's laughter draws him from his ruminations. She is easily found in the crowd. The white of her dress stands out like the light at the end of a very long and very treacherous tunnel. A tunnel that he has spent years digging, fighting day in and day out to survive, to escape. She was waiting for him at the end of that tunnel. She's still there.

Life's a long and winding ride. Better have the right one by your side. And happiness don't drag its feet. And time moves faster than you think.

"It'll sink in eventually."

He turns to find his best man standing beside him, his eighteen-month old son asleep on his shoulder. John's eyes shine with a happiness that he knows is meant for him and his beautiful wife. Wife. He will never tire of that word. He has only just been granted permission today to actually call her that but he thinks that he will forever find ways to work it into everyday conversation.

"When we met, did you ever believe that this would happen?"

His friend grins, "When I met you? No."

He tips his head toward the still giggling blonde surrounded by wedding guests.

"When I met her, man, I knew you were in for. It didn't take a genius to figure you two out."

Hey pretty girl, wanna take you home. My momma's gonna love you. She'll make me sleep on the couch, I know. Hey pretty girl, wanna take you home.

He can't help the chuckle that escapes him. He knows that his team, the whole lot of them, had been taking bets on when he would finally accept the reality that they were already privy to. John was right, it hadn't taken a genius to see what was developing between them. Just a street-smart teenager with a bad attitude, a trained assassin and a former Special Ops operative. The genius of their group had been just as oblivious to his feelings as he'd been.

He reaches out and runs a hand over A.J.'s head. Something in the pit of his stomach tightens as he stares at his godson. They've already talked about it, already decided that there would be no trying to get pregnant, no pressuring themselves into having a baby. They'd agreed to simply let nature run its course and, when they were meant to have a family, they would. But seeing her walking toward him in a wedding gown, her long blond hair tied off to one side, her eyes bright and full of tears, something inside of him had shifted. He wants a family now, as soon as possible, because the visions of her with their baby in her arms that have been filling his head are driving him crazy. There is something about the thought of their child growing inside of her that makes him insanely happy.

Hey pretty girl let's build some dreams. And a house on a piece of land. We'll plant some roots and some apple trees. Hey pretty girl let's build some dreams.

"You'll be great parents, Oliver."

His eyes snap to John's, realizing he's been caught, and he knows that his thoughts must've been clearly written on his face. He opens his mouth to respond but no words come out. Instead he shrugs and drops his hand. For a long moment, he is motionless as his heart pounds steadily in his chest. The thought of fatherhood, of raising a child of his own, a child of theirs, is exhilarating and terrifying all at the same time.

Life's a long and winding ride. Better have the right one by your side. And happiness don't drag its feet. And time moves faster than you think.

A small hand settles on his forearm and he knows before he sees her that his wife is at his side. He lifts his eyes to meet hers. The smile that he's had on his face since the moment she'd stepped out of their house and onto the aisle runner in their backyard remains firmly in place. She returns his smile and tips her head to the dance floor, silently requesting that he accompany her.

Hey pretty girl you did so good. Our baby's got your eyes. And a fighter's heart like I knew she would. Hey pretty girl, you did so good.

They sway to whatever song is playing around them. He doesn't hear the words but they don't matter, at least not in this moment. In this moment, all that he cares about is the feel of the woman in his arms. She is his and he is hers and no matter what the future holds for them, he has promised to never give up. He has promised to love her until death and he has every intention of keeping that promise.

Her head is on his chest, her ear pressed just above his heart, and he holds her tightly. Closing his eyes, he imagines what their life together will bring and it is easy to picture a little girl with golden curls and big blue eyes beaming up at him. She will be just as brilliant as her mother and just as beautiful. He will teach her to climb trees and build forts and maybe, someday, how to use a bow. He will teach her that she can be strong and brave and that just because she will be treated like a princess, she won't ever need someone to protect her. He will tell her stories of her mother's bravery, of her incredible strength, and he will encourage her to be just like her mother.

His face aches from smiling so much but when he gazes down at his wife with their future mapped out in his mind, he only smiles wider. She meets his gaze with a curious expression but he isn't ready to tell her what he's thinking so he simply kisses her instead.

His brain is full of clichés tonight because not only is today the best day of his life, he is the happiest man in the world. Or at least, he feels that way. He has a beautiful wife and a pretty damn good life and for the first time in a long time, there is nothing missing. He has everything that he needs and she is standing in the circle of his arms.

Hey pretty girl when I see the light. And it's my time to go, gonna thank the lord for a real good life, a pretty little girl and beautiful wife.