So this chapter is the wedding. It's not super long cause I didn't want to drag it out- we have lots of exciting things to get back to on Isla Nublar. But don't worry, Sasha's family will make more appearances throughout the story. So here's the newest - and kinda fluffy- chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter 14

The morning of the wedding, everyone was up early, bustling around and getting ready to go. All of the woman had left earlier, going to the salon to get their hair, makeup, and nails done. Sasha had went along despite not being apart of the bridal party; her Mom didn't want her to stay behind. She found herself surrounded by old friends, and even her Aunt Sherri, who was her mother's sister that lived in Oregon. Bobby's twins, Louise and Katie, had been made flower girls, and Jessica was one of the bridesmaids, along with two other friends of her mother's. Sasha was supposed to be one if she came, but since it was a surprise for her mother, there were no dresses for her left. Sasha didn't mind though- she'd rather be with Owen out of the spotlight rather than standing and feeling all those eyes on her again. Her and Owen's wedding wasn't exactly small; her mother insisted on a huge reception hall and an extravagant outside setup for the ceremony. Almost all of Sasha's family came except for her father, whose location was unknown, so Trent walked her to the altar. For Sasha, who had grown up around extravagant events and building it wasn't as much of a surprise, but it was for Owen, who had grew up in a small southern town.

"Sasha? Hello?"

Breaking out of her thoughts, Sasha turned towards her Aunt Sherri as the hair stylists kept curling her thick hair. "Sorry, what?"

"Are you planning to move back to the states eventually?" She asked.

"Not right now, no. Owen and I both have good jobs and we're both getting paid well, so as of now I think we're going to stay on Isla Nublar." Sasha said, picking at some dirt under her nails. Manicures were their next stop, so she was paranoid about having them clean.

"So, do they provide employee housing down there or what?" Sherri continued. Sasha went to shake her head, but was suddenly aware of the hot curler two inches from her scalp.

"Well they do, but Owen requested to build his own little cabin thing just outside of the park. It's not anything fancy, but it's nice." Sasha replied, looking at her aunt. Sherri was average height, around five foot six, with shoulder-length caramel brown hair. She was a friendly woman, and wasn't afraid to talk for hours. Her husband Trace was stuck out in Oregon on a construction job, and couldn't make it to the wedding. They had four kids ranging from six to twelve, all spaced two years apart. There were three boys and a girl, but the kids were at home staying with a friend.

"Sounds gorgeous. I'll have to come see." Sherri smiled, looking over to Sasha, who didn't get the hint.

"Yep, one day you can all come visit and see the dinosaurs." Sasha replied with a smile.

"How about December 19th through January 2nd?"

Sasha's jaw dropped. "You're coming to Jurassic World for Christmas?"

"Yep. Trace won a contest for a full-paid family trip to Jurassic World. The contest only covered one week and has a set itinerary, so I figured I'd pay for another week and we'll hang out with you and Owen. The kids are super excited." Sherri told her, crossing her legs as the stylist spun her to face Sasha. Her hair was currently being pinned up and half of it was still hanging down, which was somewhat of a comical sight for Sasha.

"Now I'm excited too! I'll have to ask Owen, but he might be able to give you a behind-the-scenes tour. And you can see his latest project."

/JURASSIC WORLD\\

The limo arrived at the venue at four o'clock- an hour before the wedding was supposed to start. Sandy was immediately ushered in and taken into a back room, where she would stay until the wedding started. Sasha spotted Owen sitting in one of the many chairs, folding the 'reserved for' signs between his fingers.

"Hey babe." She called, sauntering up to him. Owen looked her up and down before letting his eyes linger on her face.

"You look amazing." Owen complemented, holding his arm out for her to take. Sasha smiled and looped her arm through his. There were a lot of people milling about, dressed up and talking, waiting for the wedding to start.

"Thanks. You don't look so bad yourself." Sasha commented, straightening the cuff of his shirtsleeve.

"Oh my. Sasha?"

A familiar voice calling her name caused Sasha's eyes to search the crowd until she found the source. Her Grandma stood there, talking to the venue owner, who bid her goodbye, just as Sasha walked up and hugged her.

"Grandma! I haven't seen you in three years! How are you?" Sasha asked as the old woman held one of her hands.

"I'm just fantastic now that I know my oldest granddaughter is here! And she brought the mister, how wonderful!"

Owen smiled. "Hi Mrs. Ashmore." He greeted as the old woman hugged him. Ashmore was Sandy's surname, and Sasha's maiden name before she married Owen; she had refused to take her father's surname after he walked out.

"How many times have I got to tell you, boy? It's Norma." She scolded. Owen nodded sheepishly, and Sasha nudged him gently.

"So Grandma, are you excited?" Sasha asked.

"I am. I need to see Sandy finally settle down before I'm in the ground. Lord knows she never sits and relaxes. Maybe being married'll help." Her Grandma replied. "Now, you two go socialize."

After they followed Norma's instructions, time started to fly by faster.

"This is my husband, Owen." Sasha introduced to one of her Mom's friends. This particular friend, Marie Wilkinson had been Sasha's tenth grade algebra teacher, and was beyond ecstatic to see her again.

"My lord, you've grown up, Sasha. I remember when you used to be shy and timid, now look at you. Big strong man to help keep you going good. You two have any kids?" She asked.

Sasha blushed lightly. "No. We've been really busy ever since we got married. Owen was in the Navy, and you know how that goes."

"Of course. How long have you been married?" Marie asked. Sasha ran a hand through her curled hair and looked to Owen.

"Ten years this year." She answered, feeling his arm around her tighten slightly.

"My lord, girlie! You must've married young, because you still look it!"

Sasha blushed. "Thanks. Yeah, we got married when I was twenty-one."

Marie shook her head. "Gosh it was sixteen years ago that I was teachin' you algebra and you were turning in failed test, now look at you."

"Failed tests? Wow, never seen you get less than an A, nerd." Owen teased, hip checking her gently.

"I have a Doctorate in Psychology, not math honey. And there's a reason for that." Sasha remarked. Marie laughed.

"Well, I better be off. Lots of people here to catch up with." She bid them goodbye, and Sasha turned to her husband.

"I still wonder how my mom became friends with my algebra teacher."

Owen chuckled. "Who knows. Did you really fail all of your math tests?"

"Ugh. Yeah. I love Mrs. Wilkinson to death, but God, were her tests hard." Sasha grumbled, fixing the sleeve of her dress.

"And here I pictured you as the big nerd in high school- glasses and everything." Owen said. Sasha raised an eyebrow.

"You know, when I look at you I see a jock. Football player, not even noticing 'nerdy girls' like me." Sasha said, looping her arm back through Owen's. He laughed.

"Oh, I noticed you alright. And when I did, I never stopped noticing."

"Is that right?" Sasha teased, rubbing his arm.

"Well I married you, didn't I?" He shot back.

"I guess you did. Almost forgot after ten years of it."

Their banter continued, but fifteen minutes later, Sasha found herself being directed to their seats. Her Uncle Matt had been sat next to Owen, and the men chatted quietly before music started drifting through the hall. Everyone grew silent, and Bobby made his way to the altar. Sasha smiled gently and leaned her head on Owen's shoulder briefly. The service was quick, and the reception began happily, people partying, dancing and drinking their hearts out.

Owen and Sasha congratulated Sandy and Bobby, the two men actually exchanging a few pleasant words. When it came time for the slow songs, Sasha persuaded Owen to get up and dance- something he hadn't done in a long time. The song played in the background softly as Owen gazed down at Sasha. She laid her head on his chest and let him pull her close.

"I don't think we've danced like this since our wedding." Owen murmured. Sasha laughed.

"We should do it more often."

Owen smiled and set his chin on top of her head, swaying to the music playing behind them.

There's a want, and there's a need.

There's a history between,

girls like her and guys like me…

Cowboys and Angels.