A/N : I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday, but I had a lot on my mind. One of the main things being today's chapter. I needed to prepare. This is by far the most important chapter I have written so far. I needed to make it perfect. Please let me know if I have succeeded? Please please please?

Love to you all, and I hope you love this chapter as much as I loved writing it.

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The Bride's side

When I catch my breath, it's you I breathe.

Sara opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, the butterflies wrecking havoc in her stomach. Today was the day she would get married to Michael. Michael Charles Scofield, former inmate, master-planner and he just happened to be the love of her life. She didn't fight it, she hadn't fought it for a second inside of those walls.

And she wasn't being honest with herself. Of course she'd fought it. When Sara Tancredi: doctor, calm and balanced person, found herself falling harder than she ever thought possible, the reigns sliding out of her hand and breaking the law in their descent, she freaked out. Trying to block their touches out of her mind, that kept playing them in loops in front of her closed eyes at night, trying to listen to what he was saying without getting involved...she failed. Michael Scofield got under her skin pretty easily, and he never came back up for air.

Rolling around in her sleepingbag, her wide-open eyes met Veronica's lazy ones. "Morning," her soon-to-be-sister-in-law murmured.

Sara grinned. "'Morning." Raising her head, she looked at the chaos in the appartement. "I swear," she grumbled, "If Michael so much as dares to pull that stunt we did last time, I'll strangle him before I say I do." Veronica nodded in affirmation.

The bride's eyebrow raised and she frowned. "You don't think they hired strippers, do you?"

Veronica laughed. "Sara, we hired strippers."

She pursed her lips. "But he didn't tell me I couldn't. I told him he couldn't." A firm nod followed. "Michael would never do something I told him not to." And Veronica knew she was right. Michael would never do anything Sara told him not to. He was such a...well, both the words sweetheart and whimp came to mind, but she opted for the first one.

Sara hit her. "Aww. What was that for?"

"He's not a whimp." Veronica rolled her eyes.

"Whatever."

At that moment, Katie stretched in her sleepingbag, her arm swinging right past Maricruz's nose. The PuertoRican woman let out a groan. "Morning, Sara!" Katie greeted her cheerily. "You're getting hitched today!"

The groom's side

Michael happily stared at the ceiling, thinking of Sara and of how damn lucky he was that he hardly ever got hung over. Because, with the ammount of alcohol he supposed he had consumed, any man would have been a wreck. But not Michael Scofield, groom-to-be, no.

Isn't it funny how you almost never get to hear that expression? "groom-to-be"?

He supposed it was because people felt the day was a woman's special day. But truthfully, this day was special for him too. Michael had never been a man for marriage, never wanting to get hitched, swearing to Lincoln that he would never let a girl get to him. No girl had gotten to him, until this doctor came along, who changed it all. Suddenly, he wanted everything life and love had to offer. Marriage, children, happily freaking ever after.

He'd already gotten step two. Today, step one was in execution. And step three? Well, he was living right now. Living. Forever will follow.

Lincoln yawned and punched his shoulder. "Today's the day, bro."

Michael smiled nervously. Yes, today was the day. And he was nervous beyond belief. "What if I.." he ran a hand over his head, "..say...or do something wrong. What if I forget all the things I'm supposed to do, Linc?"

"It'll be fine, Michael – you're always genius. And you'll be genius on your weddingday." Suddenly, Michael felt another's eyes staring at him. He turned around to be faced with Ben's morning-still-small-from-sleeping orbs. The man smiled a little.

You'll be great, Michael.

"Thanks Ben," he sighed. Sucre let out a loud snore at that moment, and Lincoln hit him with a pillow. "Don't bother...he only wakes up a) out of his own volition, or b) when Maricruz goes all I'm-the-woman-wearing-the-pants on him. Or she calls him Baby."

His older brother groaned. "The man kept me up all night! I don't know how you survived bunking with him."

Michael smiled. "My genius mind blocks him out." He shrugged. "He's not That bad." Sucre let out another one and Michael laughed when Lincoln raised his brow at him. "Fine, I take it back."

Lincoln shuffled over to Sucre and pinched his nose, causing the man to fold in two, his legs up in the air. "LINC! What did you do that for, man?"

"You needed to get up. We have to get Michael ready."

His younger brother panicked. "Wait – what do you mean, ready?"

The three men grinned at him. "Ay, Papi. You have no idea."

Four hours later

The Bride's side

Sara

Sara looked at herself in the mirror in one of the small side-chapels of the church. Spinning around, her hair fell naturely around the clip that she had put in it. The girls had turned soft, long curls into her auburn locks, and afterwards, she'd put it up, with just one strand before her ear, that she could twirl when the nerves got too overwhelming.

Around her neck, a small diamond hung. Only one, to keep the necklace simply, yet beautiful. It fell just where it was supposed to, right in the middle of the skinpart her dress had left vacant.

Her dress. Ah, what could she say about her dress? It was the most beautiful thing she had ever worn, cascading down her length, hovering only and inch apart from the ground. It was sleeveless, and V-shaped, thus perfectly accentuated by the diamond. Sara had insisted upon marrying in white. No fluffy feathers or lace on the gown, only the pure white. She looked..well, she had to say : she looked beautiful. The tears started welling up in her eyes.

Damn it.

Sara had known she'd get emotional today. That was her, always crying. Joy or sadness, it didn't matter : something happened – Sara cried.

But, pushing her tears back with her thumb, she told herself not to cry now. Not until later. It would ruin her make-up.

A rapid knock on the door shook her out of her reverie. "Yes?"

Maricruz stuck her head around the door. "You look..." she pressed the palms of her hands together, as if silently praying, "...so beautiful, Sara." Walking over to her, she envelopped her friend into a gentle hug. "I'm proud of you."

Sara let out a nervous laugh. "Aww. You're going to make me cry."

The woman pulled back and shook her finger at the nervous bride. "Ay – NO crying now, 'kay?"

She nodded. "'Kay."

The bridesmaid chased an iminary rumple out of the wedding gown. "So, Michael's looking devilishly handsome..."

Her eyes went wide. "You've seen him?"

Maricruz nodded. "And let me tell you – HmMm, baby!"

Michael

Michael shook his head softly. If Sara had to go through even a fraction of what he'd had to go through in the past few hours, he pitied her. Damn his friends and they're 'come on, we need to do some pre-wedding male bonding.'. Stupid male bonding. Stupid – Stupid male bonding!

He held his breath and let it escape after a few seconds, leaning his front against a cold churchwall. Calm down, Michael...

Walking back out of the corridor, he went out front, to breathe in the spring air. The people passing by gave him either a kind smile, or a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. Finally, he saw the person he'd been looking for. Walking down the pathway, he crouched down in front of the boy.

"You know what to do, right?"

Jeremy nodded enthusiastically. "When the preaster says 'May I have the rings please' " he'd lowered his voice to imitate the preacher, "I come to you, and...and give them to you!"

Michael held his shoulder for a minute. "Good man, Jeremy."

The boy looked proud and ran back to his mother, who gave Michael a thankful look.

Suddenly, a deep voice called out to him."Feeling the jitters yet?"

Michael turned around and looked at Henry Pope, who was assigned as the 'guy-who-escorted-the-bride-down-the-isle', as he called it. Sara just called him Pops.

He let out a shaky breath. "Yes. Very much."

"Hmm." Henry winked at him. "That's normal, you know...God knows, when I was getting married..."

Michael grinned. "To Mrs. Taj..."

His stand-in father bellowed a laugh. "Mrs. Taj," he muttered disbelievingly. " Well, anyway, I was a wreck. You're doing great, son."

"Yeah?"

"Hm-hm." A short silence followed. "She looks beautiful, Michael."

Michael turned his head to gaze at the blue skies in front of him. "She always does."

Twenty-two minutes later...Churchbells ringing.

Sara

"Well," Henry said, holding out his arm for her. "You ready, Ms. Tancredi?"

She took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes."

Michael

All the things you are to me

Darling you have set me free

The doors opened and Veronica strolled out gracefully, followed by Maricruz and Katie. The bridesmades smiled at the guests, before halting next to the three men of honor. Sure, there was only one best man, but Michael loved the other two just as dearly, and had demanded they stand up front with him when he exclaimed his love for Sara.

Veronica winked at him, then nodded her head towards the front entrance. All heads turned as a soft melody began to play, and two figures appeared in the doorway.

Michael's breath caught.

She looked – she was...

Heavens, she was beautiful.

Gliding down the isle, her small heels the only sound heard above the sounds of Michelle Featherstone's We are man and wife, she smiled at him. That dazzling smile that warms the whole of you and makes you forget about everything but her.

He faintly felt Lincoln hand, reassuringly resting on his shoulder, but payed no mind. This imagine was registered, to lock away forever. Her dress was swaying elegantly as she moved, and her hair soflty waving, touched by an unknown wind. She had stars in her eyes as she suddenly stood before him, and her hand was soft to the touch.

She'd always been perfect to him, but today...she was...more.

'Cause you are the love of my life

...and now we're man and wife.

Sara

She came to stand next to him, in front of the full church, and got lost in his eyes again. Those crystal orbs had always been the key to his heart, his head, his...Michael. The church evaporated and there was nothing there but them. He looked handsome, just as Maricruz had told her. But there was something else about him. A certain frailty and confidence at the same time. He looked at her so...

Her breath hitched. In his eyes she saw all the love he felt for her. And she shouldn't be surprised, I mean, they were standing in front of the altar, ready to get married. But all this love...

All the things that you would do

you know I'm standing next to you,

darling I will see you through the rest

of our lives..

With you beside me I have won,

I'm glad I waited for so long,

but there's no doubt that you are the one

for me.

You are the love of my life

...and now we're man and wife

Henry pressed a kiss to her cheek and let go of her arm, taking her bouquet of white lilies from her hands. She immediately linked her fingers with Michael's, earning a grin from the preacher. She smiled up at him innocently. Her whole expression read something in the lines of I'm sorry, Mr. Preacher, I am an angel, normally. But I have to get my hands on him.

Twenty-three minutes later, the preacher announced that they could speak their vows. Sara's heart began to thump very loudly. They'd written their own, personal vows, and she'd lost many sleepless nights over this. There was...so much she wanted to say to him. A soft sigh escaped her lips. Everything.

Michael

He took a deep breath. "Sara, I came to you in a way that maybe I shouldn't have. Our lives would have been much different if I hadn't done what I did. I believe that we would have met in the end, because I feel that I ... Sara, I would never be complete if I didn't have you. We met in dangerous circumstances, but the moment I saw you, I knew that everything would be alright."

Michael smiled at her and noticed a tear, rolling down her cheek. His free finger took it from her and held it. "Your tears are my tears, your joy my own. Sara, here we are – getting married, moving into our dreamhouse and taking care of our baby girl, together. We have our happily ever after, Sara. I had never loved before you, and I will always, always continue to do so. My heart is yours forever."

He looked into her eyes, and saw the pure love in them.Michael felt the happiness surge through him. All was perfect.

Sara

Damn him for getting to go first.

"Michael." She whispered, her voice unsteady. Taking a deep breath, Sara started speaking to him, the church, the preacher...whoever would hear of her love for him.

"Michael, before we met, I was living. But now... Now I am alive. When I saw you for the first time, with your flirty, optimistic attitude, you stirred something in me. Something I didn't even know existed. Your daily visits made it hard for me to forget about you, but when you started invading my dreams too, I stopped resisting. I stopped...fighting this feeling for you. I was calm before, balanced." She rolled her eyes. "But you made me fall for you. I fell hard, Michael. And you were there to catch me." Sara smiled.

"I met you a long time ago, but Michael – I have loved you forever." She ended in a whisper. " You hold my heart, Michael, you own my soul. You always will."

So I give you heart and soul, its yours to take wherever you go,

through the years you'll always know it's yours to keep.

Michael blinked away a tear, making Sara smile and squeeze his hand lightly. I love you, she mouthed.

He grinned. I love you more.

The church was silent. The vows had made many a woman cry, and men had tried in vain to swallow the crop of emotion down their throats. Michael looked at the various people, grinning at the preacher. "Weddings always are an emotional event, huh?"

The old man smiled. "Definitely."

He turned back to their audience and loudly scraped his voice. "May I have the rings please?"

Small feet hurriedly ran along the isle, climbing the small steps up to the altar. Jeremy proudly presented the rings to the preacher, while waving at Sara with the other hand. "Hi, doctor Sara." He whispered. "You look pretty."

Sara's heart warmed at the small child's words. "Thanks Jeremy," she said, and pressed a kiss to his cheek, making the boy blush.

"Doctor Mike, you look nice too." The kid continued. He'd never understood how Michael could NOT be a doctor, so Michael had stopped correcting him.

He patted the boy's head. "Thanks, Jeremy."

Hurrying back to his seat, Jeremy started proclaiming loudly to his mother what had happened at the altar. The adults around him just smile.

Meanwhile, up front, the preacher handed Michael Sara's ring. "Michael, repeat after me please : I, Michael Charles Scofield, take Sara Elisabeth Tancredi to be my lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, to love her and cherish her, for all the days of our lives."

Michael repeated the words he had memorised weeks beforehand and slid the ring onto Sara's finger, sealing it with a kiss to her fingertips. She blushed.

"Sara?"

Sara took the ring, while the preacher mouthed the words she needed to speak. Sliding the ring onto Michael's finger, she squeezed his hand lovingly.

And then...he said it. The words you hear so often in movies, but are dream-like to you, a single twenty-something girl with nothing in her life but work.

"With the power invested in me by God and the state of Illinois, I now pronounce you husband and wife." He paused. Damn it, Why did they always have to pause?

"You may now kiss the bride."

Michael scooped her up in his arms and kissed her with all the love he felt, making Sara fly high.

Wife. She smiled and kissed him back just as fervently, not even hearing Lincoln scrape his voice in a guys-remember-that-your-in-church way and all the clapping of their friends and family.

Husband and wife.

And it felt as if they were the only two people on earth, in that moment, that would stay with them forever.

There it was...Long, wasn't it...Please, please, let me know...

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