Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving! I had a good one, ate lots of food, probably too much. But here's the final chapter. We started off this story with a wedding, and we're ending with one. Sorry it's rather short, but I covered what was necessary. And keep an eye out for the next story.

harrylee94: You despise the word normal? Huh…anyway, yay happy endings! Aren't they great?

Xandrea: Hahaha! Thought some would appreciate not having a cliffhanger last chapter. I do it too often don't I? And almost moved to tears? Wow, I must be doing a good job with my writing then.

MorWolfMor: Yes, back to normal…well, as normal as she was before.

Larryeneno: I don't know if I could ever kill off one of my characters, even though I've been tempted before (with other stories, not this one…well, sort of with this one).

*I realized I had made quite a few errors with Dianne's name so I am fixing that. This is what happens when you're writing two different stories and using the name Dianne and Dianna, you mix them up. Oh, and for those looking for Part 3 of this story, the first chapter is up! ...And will have to be replaced because I screwed up with names in that one too.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Olyvia stumbled over her feet again as Steve spun her around, and would have fallen over had it not been for Steve's quick reflexes and pulled her back to him, wrapping his other arm snugly around her waist. Her mother thought it was a good idea to spend the last few practices of their dancing lessons, which was originally their idea, with her wedding heels on. Her ankles were already regretting agreeing to do so.

"Thanks…again," Olyvia muttered.

"You're welcome," Steve replied with a chuckle.

Olyvia sighed heavily, "There is no way I'm going to be able to dance in these. I can't really dance without them either. How did Mom expect me to catch on quickly with these things?"

"You danced just fine without them the other day, don't sell yourself short," Steve said, "Besides, if either one of us is the lousier dancer, it is most definitely me."

Olyvia rolled her eyes, "Hardly, you can remain standing on your feet for a good five minutes without falling over while I can't."

Steve chuckled, "Even with your klutziness, I still think you're the better dancer. Must be your musicality that helps with that."

Olyvia just shrugged, since there was no point in discussing this. It was silly to argue about and that was what the discussion was starting to turn into.

"Think I'll be able to get my feet straight in a few more days?" Olyvia asked.

"Yeah, I think you'll manage," Steve replied, "I mean, if you learned how to walk in those… pumps of yours, then I know you'll be able to dance in those."

Olyvia looked down at her three inch white heels. Steve did have a point, but two more days of practice, then two days later dancing on her wedding day? Didn't seem likely. Olyvia's stomach flopped over thinking about how soon the wedding was coming up. It seemed just like yesterday they had just started planning the wedding.

"I can't believe we have just four more days to the wedding," Olyvia said, her lips spreading into a big smile.

Steve nodded in agreement, "Seems just like last year we first met."

"Because it was last year," Olyvia said in amusement.

Steve grinned, "I know…but it feels like I've known you for longer."

"It's because we've been through so much crap together, we got to see each other's ugly side early on."

"You have no ugly side," Steve said, making Olyvia scoff, so Steve added, "You are too beautiful to have an ugly side."

"Okay, a not pretty side then."

Steve debated over that for a few seconds, "Eh, I guess we could go with that, if that's what you really want."

Olyvia just shrugged, "It doesn't really matter to me. It's you trying to put a name to all my mood swings."

"And that's a lot."

"Glad to know you know it."

Steve smiled broadly before bending his head down and kissed her on the forehead, then her nose, then lastly her lips.

"I look forward to many more years with you," Steve whispered when he pulled away.

Olyvia smiled as well, "As do I."

"Livy's getting married! Livy's getting married!" Rosemary chanted as she danced about the room in her red bridesmaid gown.

"Calm down Midget, you're going to trip over your dress if you keep that up," Dianne scolded.

Screeching to a stop, Rosemary took in a deep breath to do just that. She started up with the dancing about though when Olyvia stepped out into the room in her wedding gown.

"Oh Livy you're so…so…you're so beautiful! I'm so jealous!"

Olyvia usually would retort that she wasn't pretty, but today she felt beautiful. And how could she not in her dress. Like Dianne, their mother had made her dress. It was pretty much a strapless white satin gown, but with a lace sheath over the bust and lace sleeves that went down to her elbows, making it a little more modest. There was slight ruching on the stomach area, hiding the seam where the lace stopped at the empire waistline. Olyvia's favorite part of the gown was the lace panel on her full skirt, adding a little interest to the plain white skirt. She wasn't so sure though how she liked the petticoat she was wearing underneath to keep the skirt full looking. It made it so much harder to walk.

"Livy's getting married!" Rosemary wailed miserably, throwing herself down onto Olyvia's couch, "I'm going to be all alone now!"

"Rosemary, get up, you're going to wrinkle your dress," her mother scolded.

Rosemary did as she was told, getting back to her feet. Brenda continued to pull and tug on Olyvia's dress and fuss with the elaborate bun her daughter's hair was in, when a few minutes later there was a knock on the door. Since she had paid the rent for the month of October, she was still technically "living" in her apartment, so they were using it today for her to get ready, though she would be moving into Steve's newly bought house here in Ashland tonight.

"I'll get it!" Rosemary volunteered, teleporting over to the door.

Opening it, she saw it was Loki, so she let him in.

"I have something for the bride from her groom," Loki said, walking over to his sister-in-law and handing her a box tied with a silk cream colored ribbon, a small envelope tucked under the ribbon.

Taking the box, Olyvia first opened the envelope and pulled out the letter inside.

To the soon-to-be Mrs. Rogers,

I found this amongst my things returned to me by S.H.I.E.L.D after waking from my seventy year sleep. It belonged to my mother and she wore it on her wedding day, I thought it fitting to give it to you. I know she would have loved you and wished for this as well.

I love you. I'll see you at the end of the aisle.

Steve

Olyvia couldn't help but smile at the start of the letter, excited to get rid of the soon-to-be part. Tucking the letter back into the envelope, she untied the ribbon and pulled the lid off the box. She gaped at the silver hair comb inside. The detail on it was exquisite, and it was just beautiful. Pulling it out, she handed it over to her mother.

"Oh wow, it's beautiful," she breathed.

"Think you can incorporate it into my 'do?"

Brenda nodded, and took a few moments to place the comb in her hair.

"Steve said it belonged to his mother," Olyvia commented.

"So we have something that covers having something old," Brenda said.

"Besides Steve?" Dianne quipped, laughing at the glare Olyvia shot her, "Sorry, but you set yourself up for that one, I couldn't help it. Okay, being serious now."

"Hey Loki, what's that other box you're hiding?" Rosemary asked, leaning over backwards to look at the box he had held behind his back.

"Oh right…," he began, moving to where everyone could see the box, "Um…it's from Stark so… I'm not sure whether you want to open this."

Olyvia cautiously took the box, "I can expect nothing good from this."

"Just open it, I'm sure it's nothing too bad," Rosemary said.

She hesitated a few seconds, fiddling around with the bow on top, before turning to her younger sister, "Turn around Midget and close your eyes."

Rolling her eyes, Rosemary walked over to the corner, covering her eyes with her hands. Olyvia then popped open the box, and slapped the palm of her hand to her forehead.

"You can turn back around Midget."

"What is it?" she asked, teleporting back over to her sister.

"A garter," Olyvia groaned, holding up the red, white, and blue lacy monstrosity.

Dianne burst into laughter while Loki looked confused.

"I'm not wearing it," Olyvia said, her face turning bright red, "It's not in my color scheme anyway."

"The red is," Dianne said through her laughter, "You should wear it! It'll be priceless seeing Steve's face when he has to get it."

Olyvia shook her head violently, earning a scolding from her mother saying she was going to ruin her hairdo, "No, no, no, no, no, no! It's too embarrassing for me! I'm not going to wear it!"

"Aww, come on," Dianne whined.

"Will someone please explain why this…thing is causing such an uproar?" Loki asked.

"A bride can wear a garter, it goes on her leg, and at the reception the groom is to…remove it," Dianne explained.

"Why didn't we do this for our wedding then?" Loki asked.

Dianne blushed and Olyvia snickered, "Because…we didn't get one."

"Here's another question, how do you expect anyone to find anything under this thing?" Olyvia added, grabbing a fistful of her skirt and petticoat, "Poor man would get lost under there. Besides, I doubt Steve would want to either, not with a crowd watching."

"But alone?" Dianne enquired.

"Probably more than willing," Olyvia replied, and Rosemary gagged, "but no, I'm not going to, you can't make me!"

"Okay, okay, we won't," Dianne said, looking over to her mother who nodded in agreement, "Stark will be bummed."

"He just did it to tease Steve and I," Olyvia said, "He doesn't like us."

"On the contrary, I think he did it because he likes you guys," Rosemary said, "He teases people he likes."

"Well, then I want him to dislike me," Olyvia muttered, "At any rate, are we ready to go?"

Everyone nodded, grabbing their things and Brenda handing Olyvia her bouquet of red roses and other fall colored flowers. Gathering up her skirt, she headed out the door, her stomach starting up with its acrobatics again. This was finally happening. She was getting married in less than an hour.

Steve left for the wedding venue after Loki ever so kindly picked up the gift he had for his bride so it could be delivered to her. He hadn't noticed the other gift Loki had been carrying, not until Stark approached him as he paced around in the reception hall, trying not to throw up from his anxiety.

"So did Loki tell you I also got something for the bride?" Stark asked.

Steve stopped with his pacing to look at the billionaire, "What? No…why?"

"Oh, I just figured had you known you would have taken it and seen just what was in there," Stark said, "Glad to hear you didn't though so maybe we'll have some fun today."

Steve eyed Stark suspiciously, "What did you do?"

"I'm sure you've heard of the tradition of the garter, yes?"

All the blood ran out of Steve's face, because he did know of it.

"Stark! You—you—you are unbelievable!" Steve exclaimed, "That sort of thing is…improper, and…embarrassing."

"Embarrassing for you, but highly entertaining for the rest of us."

"I hate you," Steve seethed.

"After all we've been through?"

"Especially after all we've been through," Steve retorted, "With all your teasing…it's infuriating!"

"You are easy to rile up, which makes the teasing fun," Stark rebutted, "So you only have yourself to blame."

Grumbling under his breath Steve walked away, knowing it'd be best if he just shut up and left. Stark left him alone for half an hour until he came to shoo Steve out of the building due to Olyvia arriving. It was time to Steve to take his place at the wedding arch. His nerves were starting to get the better of him, feeling just on the verge of puking. He felt so uncomfortable with all the eyes on him. It seemed the only ones not looking at him were Olyvia's eldest sister Kristen and her four kids, whom she was trying to get settled down. He only had to wait a little longer for Olyvia to come out and then everyone would be looking at her.

"You look ill," he heard someone say, and turning, saw it was Olyvia's cousin, Alexis. She was walking her daughter around while they had the chance so she wouldn't squirm much during the ceremony.

"Probably because I'm feeling ill," Steve said.

Alexis laughed, "I was nervous on my wedding day. Threw up a few times too, though that was probably mostly because of morning sickness."

"Oh…," Steve muttered, unsure of what to say to that.

"You're a lucky guy Steve," Alexis said, "Livy's a great person."

Steve smiled, "I know she is."

"You two will have a great life together, and I wish you many, many happy years ahead of you," Alexis said as she started walking her daughter back to the chairs.

"Thank you," Steve said.

It wasn't much later once that the music started, signaling the crowd to settle down and be quiet. Steve felt like his heart was going to give out, from how frantic and sporadic its beats were. The bridal party made their way down first, Loki being Steve's best man since the two were rather close friends now, and Dianna the maid of honor. Then as everyone stood to turn and look at the oncoming bride, Steve felt like his heart had just stopped, seeing this vision of white walking down the aisle. After a few moments, his heart remembered it needed to keep beating in order to keep the body alive, resuming its thundering pace. He numbly took Olyvia's hand as Allen handed her off to him, before they then linked their arms together.

"You look so beautiful," Steve managed to whisper to her while he had the chance.

Olyvia smiled, making his heart sputter again. After a few moments of having Olyvia at his side, his nerves finally calmed down, and looking back over to his bride, smiled. He couldn't possibly be happier at this moment, his heart swelling in joy as they said their "I do's." Then finally the moment he had been waiting for, the kiss. He tried not to be as enthusiastic as he felt, but he probably kissed her for longer than necessary, not that either of them minded, but once they broke apart Steve saw the look his now father-in-law's face. If the man had a gun, Steve was sure he would have been shot for that.

They made their way up to the reception hall, where the newlyweds waited in a separate room to be introduced as Mr. and Mrs. Rogers to the crowd. While they waited, they took the opportunity to speak privately.

"So uh…Stark spoke to me earlier," Steve began.

Olyvia blushed, "Did he tell you what he got me as a gag wedding gift?"

"He told me he was being serious with it," Steve said.

"The garter?"

Steve nodded, his own cheeks burning in embarrassment now, "Please tell me you aren't wearing it. It'd just be…mortifying."

Olyvia laughed, "I figured as much, which is why I'm not. It's still in its box, hidden in the car."

"Oh thank God," Steve breathed.

With another laugh, Olyvia leaned in and kissed him, "I love you."

Steve smiled, and replied against her lips, "I love you too."

From the other room, the couple could hear Dianne announcing over a microphone, "And here are our newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs. Rogers!"

"Oh that's me isn't it?" Olyvia asked teasingly, linking her arm with Steve's as she hurried to the door.

Steve chuckled, "Yes it is."

Things were finally as they should be.

Stark was rather disappointed there was no garter toss, but he understood that it was the bride's wishes not to do so. Still, it would have been funny to watch. The newlywed's first dance went off fairly smoothly, Olyvia stumbling a little due to her petticoat, rather than her shoes, and she joked to Steve that perhaps she should have practiced dancing with it on. She would have felt like a ballerina! Or just silly.

For the bouquet toss, Pepper again caught it, so if that wasn't a big hint to Stark, they didn't know what was. It made Olyvia wish only somewhat they did do the garter toss to see if Stark would catch it, because then it would be a sign from the universe that he needed to marry that woman! They worked very well together, so Olyvia didn't see why he wouldn't.

After many hours spent at the reception and eating the catered dinner, Olyvia and Steve said their goodbyes, got into his decorated car, after clearing off the windshield of balloons and streamers, and drove to their home. Like Dianne and Loki had done, they were planning on leaving for their honeymoon on the morrow. Unlike Dianne and Loki, they were going to be going somewhere warm for their honeymoon. They were going to Hawaii, starting out at Oahu and then island jumping from there and would be gone for three weeks, missing out on Halloween, but being back just in time for Thanksgiving.

Pulling into their driveway, Steve jumped out of the car and ran around to the passenger side before Olyvia could open the door, and swept her up into his arms. Olyvia couldn't help but laugh at Steve's fervor. Due to his super strength, he didn't need to set her down when they reached the door, easily able to hold her with just one arm as he searched for the house key. Opening the door, he stepped inside, kicked the door shut, carrying her across the threshold as tradition called.

"Home sweet home," Olyvia said, smiling up at her husband.

"It now feels like home with you here," Steve said.

Setting her down onto her feet, Steve pulled her to him, capturing her lips with his. Winding his hands around her back, he ran his hand along the spine of the dress, looking for the zipper. He groaned disgruntledly as Olyvia pulled his hands away and took a step back.

"Think you can help me take my hair out of this thing?" Olyvia asked, pointing to the intricately designed bun.

Steve sighed, "I guess I can."

Reaching up, he first pulled out the silver comb from her hair, "So did you like the gift?"

"I loved it," Olyvia replied, working at loosening her hair, pulling out a few bobby pins, "Thank you…for deeming me worthy of such a precious token of your mother's."

"Of course," Steve said, "You are more than worthy."

She smiled up at him as she continued to pull out the bobby pins. Placing the comb down on a nearby shelf, Steve walked around behind her and helped her out with deconstructing the hairdo.

"Geez, who put this together? Some master puzzle maker?" Steve asked.

Olyvia couldn't help but laugh at that, "I don't know, perhaps. I don't know the stylist who did my hair so it is very possible."

After fighting with the hair for a few minutes, it all finally came loose, and Olyvia had barely time to set down the handful of bobby pins before Steve whirled her back around to face him, burying his hands into her hair as he kissed her. Unwilling to break from the kiss, Steve haphazardly led Olyvia to their bedroom. It didn't help that she was helping him out of his suit jacket and tie. And the whole time he spent trying to find that blasted zipper hidden somewhere in the dress. His mother-in-law crafted it like this just to spite him, didn't she?

"Everyone is out to torture me today, aren't they?" Steve asked with a groan.

"Having trouble finding the invisible zipper?" Olyvia asked in amusement.

"It's invisible?"

"It's a sewing term for when you hide the zipper and make it look like it's not there," Olyvia explained.

"Ah, well I hate it," Steve said.

Olyvia reached around to the nape of her neck, her fingers grasping at the back of the neckline, "Besides, I think there was a hook at the top of the dress anyway."

"See, torture," Steve said.

Olyvia rolled her eyes, her lips spreading into a smile.

"I wonder how evil you'd think I was if I said I wanted to wait until we're on our honeymoon for this," Olyvia said absentmindedly.

"Y-you're not serious, are you?" Steve asked, "You're joking…right?"

"And if I'm not?"

Steve gave a humorless laugh, "Ha, no. You have teased me far too much, Mrs. Rogers."

Olyvia grinned like a fool, "Hmm, I like the sound of that."

"So do I," Steve replied, before giving Olyvia a curious look, "Are you having trouble?"

"Uh…yeah, I can't see it so…you give it a go?" Olyvia asked, turning around and flipping her hair over her shoulder.

"Like I can see it either," Steve muttered, and then sighed, "This is starting to get awkward."

"We can be awkward together!"

"Aren't we already?"

"Yes, yes we are."

Steve hardly bothered looking for the hook before Olyvia heard him sigh in defeat, "I don't think this thing is ever going to come off. At least not easily."

"You rip this dress I will kill you," Olyvia threatened, turning to give him the evil eye.

"I won't, I won't," Steve assured her.

"And just so you know, you'll have to figure out the ties on the petticoat to get that off too," Olyvia added.

Steve sighed, "Have I mentioned the torture methods your mother has resorted to?"

Olyvia chuckled, reaching back once again and finally finding the hook, unclasped it, "Ah-ha! There it is."

Olyvia realized she probably shouldn't have announced that so readily, finding her husband more than eager to get her out of that "evil, torture device" called her wedding dress. The dress pooled into a white satin puddle on the floor and Olyvia found herself lying on the bed, the petticoat still tied on, but Steve didn't seem to care as he kissed her again. It wasn't like she wasn't ready for this moment, but she had to admit, she was just a little terrified. Feeling her tense up in his arms, Steve paused.

"Is everything alright dearest?" he asked.

She nodded, "Everything is just fine, I'm just…a little scared…and nervous."

"Glad I'm not the only one," Steve said in relief.

"Really? Nervous? You?" Olyvia asked incredulously, "I'd beg to differ, I really couldn't tell."

"I'm trying to ignore my nerves right now. Less chance of making myself sick on our wedding night."

"Well, we most certainly don't want that."

"No we don't."

Pulling his face down to hers, she kissed him tenderly, her lips just brushing against his.

"There's nothing to worry about though," she whispered, "It'll be perfect because we'll be together."

Steve couldn't argue with that, and kissed his wife once more. And as long as they had each other, they would continue to have perfect, happy days, despite whatever challenges life may throw their way.