A/N Hey guys. So sorry for the wait! This has ended up becoming a full-blown chapter, per some people's requests of specific things they wanted to see. If you want to see what some of Pam's outfits look like, you can go to my tumblr blog, where my username is seeimsmiling360 and it will be tagged as "epilogue."

I know many are sad to see this story come to an end, and I've certainly had a blast writing it, but I have many other stories that I am looking forward to writing. I hope you enjoy how I ended this one, but please let me know either way. Much love to all of you. Xoxo

It was a lovely, intimate ceremony. They had both contributed to the planning of the wedding, but Tara let Pam take hold of the reins. She knew Pam was a huge romantic, even if she didn't outwardly admit this, plus she had agonized over her engagement ring forever, so it was a relief to let Pam handle the rest of the decisions.

It was all tasteful; nothing was excessive or grandiose. There were arrangements of gardenias and baby's breath in elegant centerpieces and light orchestral music was playing throughout. The wedding was held in Sierra Nevada in late summer. Pam loved her lakes, so the ceremony was at Lake Tahoe, surrounded by the mountains with views of ponderosa pines in the Squaw Valley. Pam's colleagues and friends were there, including some from back home, and she was glad to see them all. One of the biggest surprises though, was seeing her family there. Her siblings, that is. She hadn't invited them, even though she knew she would keenly feel their absence, so when she passed them as she was walking down the aisle, her heart leapt in her chest. Even if some of them were uncomfortable with the idea of her marrying a woman, they didn't show it. They brought their full support and love and they made the entire ceremony for Pam.

Tara invited her own co-workers and friends, and her cousin and best friend had been able to travel up from Louisiana as well. That was enough for her. Only the good people and good memories were there to be with her. Lettie Mae did cross her mind, but she only dwelled on this for a minute. She didn't even wish for her to be there; she simply pondered how the woman was doing, because it had been so long and she honestly had no idea.

Even before the day of the wedding, so many cliché traditions that the two of them originally laughed off ended up becoming realities they abided by. Pam joked that Tara wasn't allowed to see her in her dress, but they ended up staying true to this. And while it didn't have to be white, that's what Pam ended up eventually choosing.

They were careful not to spend an excessive amount on the wedding, but Tara knew when it came to a dress Pam wanted the very best. And what she ended up picking was simply stunning. She wore an ivory strapless gown, which was simple yet striking. The layered, billowing fabric swept across the torso and draped down to the floor. Tara wasn't picky about her own outfit, but Pam chose for her a dark, two-buttoned blazer to wear over a white collared shirt with charcoal merino wool pants. They both knew each other's style well, and Tara liked what Pam had picked.

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It was finally the day of the ceremony. And it was now that they truly came to realize that all of the conventions that were so easy to mock and laugh off existed for a reason. Because the moment Tara first saw Pam come out in her dress, she stopped breathing. Everything else in her line of vision blurred and heart swelled as she gazed at her. Pam had never looked more beautiful. Half of her long, flaxen hair was pinned up, and the rest fell down her back and shoulders. Her face was fresh and glowing, with her cheeks rouged lightly with lavender pink and her plump lips the color of French rose.

She had been planning to walk the aisle by herself, but Tara had asked Lucas, her younger brother, to escort her. So when he jumped up from his seat and took her by the arm, Pam nearly started crying. The shock of simply seeing him again, and so grown and so mature after so long, was enough to do that. He confidently took her arm with his own and smiled, making her melt.

While Pam felt an tug of disappointment that her father couldn't be here to do this, the moment she turned her head to see Tara waiting for her, she forgot about everything else entirely. Tara pursed her lips so hard to try and restrain her smile and remain composed, and Pam's eyes sparkled as she beamed at her. She tightened her grip on Lucas and felt her heart begin to race as she sensed everyone's eyes on her. She had done this all before, but this honestly felt like the first time. This time it felt truly real. Truly right.

The exchanging of vows was beautiful. They were both writers, so their words were as well-crafted and touching as they could be. A while ago, Tara had found her journal that she had once given Pam as a goodbye in one of the shelves at their place. It was surreal, rereading what she had once written after just getting to know Pam as a student. She ended up choosing a few lines in there to include in her vows, words that captured exactly how she felt about Pam, even from so many years ago. And while Pam knew she still had that notebook and that it was stored away safely, it hadn't been on her mind for so long that she had almost forgotten about it. So when she heard Tara's words coming straight from her lips, and straight from her heart, her eyes welled with tears.

How had she been so lucky? To find someone like this?

The minister, who was also a woman, led the rest of the ceremony. The both of them couldn't stop smiling at the other as they listened on. At its conclusion, Tara wrapped her arms around Pam's waist, and Pam brought her palms to Tara's cheeks as their lips connected.

There was a subtle, general sigh from their friends and family, and while Tabitha bit her lip at the sight, it was impossible to deny how elated Pam looked. She stared at them in wonder as an 11 month old Chinese girl in her lap burbled and trilled her lips.

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The reception was great fun. Pam changed into a Mischka frock with raw-edged, organza swirls sewn on airy lace. The dress reached her knees, and on her feet were three-inch ivory satin peep-toes.

A few different attendees made toasts, which were all sweet and heartfelt, and for their first dance, Me'Shell Ndegéocellos's "Love Song #1" played. They smiled at each other and swayed with the music, and eventually, other couples joined them on the floor.

They danced in silence, but Pam's curiosity had been piqued a while ago and she had a pressing question on her mind. She had been looking out past the gathering to admire the Persian blue waters in the nearby lake, but she turned her head to look at Tara, who eventually met her eyes.

"Tabitha and Lucas and ... how did-?"

"I invited them," Tara answered quietly.

She knew Pam would be too conflicted to do it, but Tara also knew that she desperately wanted them there and would deeply regret not seeing them.

Pam gazed at her, her eyes gleaming with gratitude.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Tara smiled and nodded. To be honest, she had been a little concerned that if her siblings did decide to come, seeing them would only bring up bad memories for Pam or cause some other sort of distress for her. Now Tara was thankful and relieved that they were nothing but appreciated.

Isabel had arranged most of the reception, and she had done a fabulous job. And she was having a great time now. She was just past tipsy from champagne and was fraternizing with everyone. As Pam caught her eye from the dance floor, Isabel gave her a wink, followed by a loving smile. Pam's lips curled and she gripped Tara's lower back a little more firmly.

Everyone stayed for two or three hours. In that time, Pam got to catch up with her brothers and sisters. She met her niece for the first time. She was absolutely precious, and it was wonderful to see Tabitha and George finally have what they wanted for so long. She knew there must have been some backlash with their mother over the child's ethnicity, which just made her more proud of the two of them. She got to speak more to Lucas, who had brought his steady girlfriend of over two years with him and seemed to be on a great path for himself. Pam was happy to see that all of them were doing so well. She didn't ask about Lydia, but luckily no one else brought her up either. There was an unspoken understanding about it all.

When the reception was over, Tara and Pam headed to a hotel. The next day they would be flying to Italy where they would stay for a week and a half before going over to Greece. Tara had never gotten to travel much, so Pam was more excited for Tara than for herself.

It started out as a joke, but when they were moving down the hallway, Tara lifted Pam up underneath her knees and carried her to the room. Pam laughed, but she remained in her arms. She wrapped her own around Tara's neck and a goofy smile lingered on her face. It was almost as if they were playing wedding, but it was really happening. It had really happened. They were married.

The hotel room was simple and spacious. All their things were already there, with their packed bags neatly sitting in the corner of the room. There was a large bed in the middle of the room with a thick, royal blue comforter and several fluffy pillows atop it. The moment Tara put Pam down, she looked around, about to comment on how nice the view was, but Pam had already disappeared.

"Hey, where're you going?" Tara asked, turning her head to see her gently close the bathroom door shut.

"I'll be out in a minute," called a muted voice.

Tara twitched her lips, then sat down on the bed. She drew in a deep breath and exhaled. She looked down at the fourth finger of her left hand, where there now rested a golden band. She had never planned on getting married. Had never fantasized about it since she was a little girl. It wasn't even legal where she lived. But no matter how sure she was of Pam's love, there was something about this particular commitment that was unlike any other. Pam wanted her always, just like Tara wanted her. And to have shared that with the world that day was pretty special.

Tara began to wonder if Pam was having stomach problems, because a few more minutes passed as she sat on the bed alone. She chewed on the inside of her lip and thought about what Italy would be like. She imagined riding in a gondola in Venice and taking pictures of the architecture in Rome. She wondered if Pam would just want to spend all day in boutiques buying clothes. Tara was so deep in thought that she didn't hear when Pam come out. When she finally lifted her head to see her standing before her, her jaw hit the floor.

Pam was wearing a black lace and mesh teddy and a pair of garters. Her ample breasts were practically spilling out of her bra, and her hair was now down, falling in golden curls down her back and shoulders. Tara stared at her, agape, like a twelve year old boy who had never seen a woman's body before. Pam had some lovely lingerie in her closet at home, but had never worn anything like this before. Tara couldn't even register how majorly turned on she was because she was still in shock.

Pam smirked as she stared at her. "You all right over there?"

Tara closed her mouth and swallowed. "Jesus."

Pam sauntered over to her and rested her fingers lightly on her thighs while her chest fell directly into Tara's line of vision. Tara stared hungrily at her as Pam sat over her, straddling her thighs. Tara's lips parted again as she looked her up and down.

"I have the hottest wife ever," she mumbled.

Pam smirked again. "Is that so?" she drawled.

"Yeah," Tara breathed.

"Hm," Pam replied. "Mine's pretty sexy herself."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhmm."

Pam licked her lips before leaning in to capture Tara's. Tara immediately sought Pam's tongue, and reached up to hold the sides of her waist. Pam quickly removed them though. She pushed Tara's hands into the bed and then let go.

"No touching," she murmured.

Tara's brow wrinkled. "Why?" she asked, sounding hurt and irritated.

"Because I said so," Pam returned.

"That's not fair," Tara replied, almost petulantly.

"Too bad," Pam purred.

Tara huffed and then returned her gaze to Pam's breasts. They looked fucking glorious right now. She then moved her eyes up, to her long, graceful neck that she longed to kiss. Instead, she passively sat there and felt a cool air begin to greet her skin as Pam started unbuttoning her shirt.

She pulled off her jacket too, so that Tara was sitting in just her bra. Pam pushed her down towards the bed until her back was settled against the mattress. Pam traced her fingers down her taut abdomen and Tara blew out a shaky breath.

Pam unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off, revealing her smooth, dark legs. Tara was staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore the heavy pulse between her thighs when she felt Pam climb on top of her. Pam sat right over Tara's hips and began to trail her hands up and down the sides of her body. The touch made Tara shiver, and she tried to lay there motionless as her frustration continued to grow.

Pam moved down to press her lips to her bellybutton, placing a few more kisses over her stomach. Her warm breath heated her skin and she pressed her palms into the bed on either side of Tara's body. She then arched her lower back and dipped down towards Tara until her chest was resting on her pelvis. Then, very slowly, she began to drag her body up Tara's, up past her hips, up past her torso. When Tara felt Pam's breasts dragging over hers, directly over her nipples, she began to pant. She reached up and grabbed Pam's hips, but Pam politely shoved her hands down again.

She continued to tease and torture her, eventually bringing her hand between Tara's legs. After a moment, she brushed her fingers against her damp underwear and felt Tara shudder. Pam did it again and Tara arched her lower back. She was aching now, throbbing. Pam began to lightly rub her pointer and middle fingers circularly against her bundle of nerves and Tara moaned. Pam leaned down and kissed her neck before biting it as she slipping her hand beneath her panties. The touch made Tara whimper, and it took all her strength not to latch onto Pam's shoulders. Instead, she dug her nails into the bed and clenched her jaw.

"I want to fucking touch you," Tara grumbled.

"Too bad," Pam giggled, and the next stroke of her hand through Tara's slick heat successfully silenced her again.

Pam eventually withdrew her fingers and began to slide Tara's underwear down her legs. She tossed them aside and moved up to unclasp her bra. She dragged the straps down her arms and took in Tara's newly revealed body for a moment. She slowly dragged her hand down her tummy and leaned down to suck on her already stiff nipple. She traced a circle around it and then bit it gently. Tara's lips parted and she moaned on an exhale. Pam's hair had fallen in front of her face and all across Tara's chest, so Tara reached up and swept it to the side. Pam slammed her hands back onto the bed.

"Stop," she warned.

"I was just getting it out of the way!" Tara protested.

Pam continued to push Tara's hands hard into the mattress until she was certain she could let go.

"I kind of hate you right now," Tara griped.

Pam lifted her head and stared at Tara while she swiped her fingers over her clit and momentarily teased her opening. "Oh? You want me to stop?"

Tara's voice caught in her throat, and her hips jerked.

"Didn't think so," Pam purred.

"I thought wedding nights were supposed to be romantic," Tara muttered.

"Sweetie, if you really want to be traditional, then you should be a virgin and I should be a man," Pam murmured before pushing her legs open.

The corners of Tara's lips turned up. It was at that moment that Tara realized that Pam's fiery spirit was fully back, a side of her that had been significantly dimmed and at times gone altogether after her whole situation with her father a few months ago. As frustrated as Tara was in this current situation, she was pleased to see this Pam.

And for Pam, part of this was about romance. The amount of love she felt for Tara was utterly consuming. It was heightened by the incredibly beautiful, thoughtful vows she gave, and how she made sure her family was here, and everything else she had done for her. It made Pam want to pamper and shower Tara with as much as affection possible.

Pam tugged at the peaks of Tara's breasts and smoothed her hands down her legs. She moved to tend to the other breast and felt Tara's abs contract and release at the touch. Pam began to kiss her way down her body. She licked and sucked patches of her skin, and when she reached her belly button, she traced an outline with her tongue. As she moved lower, she licked and lightly nipped her inner thighs and opened her legs wider.

Tara's heart pounded as she waited. And when she felt Pam's soft, warm tongue find her clit, her brow furrowed and she squeezed her eyes shut.

Pam closed her lips around her swollen bundle of nerves and sucked. Tara's moans grew in volume, and she reached her arms down to hold the sides of Pam's face. Pam quickly removed her hands, pushing them back down to the mattress. She alternating between flicking her tongue and suckling while she massaged her pelvis and then reached up to squeeze and cup Tara's breasts.

Tara's chest heaved as she moaned. She was going insane. Pam gave the best head on the planet. Her heart was all Tara needed, but she would be would lying if she denied that this wasn't a delicious bonus.

Pam devoured her, feeling every shudder and twitch of Tara's body vibrate on her lips and tongue. She held her legs open forcefully while Tara rocked her hips against her mouth. And when Pam plunged two fingers easily inside, she let out a choked moan and shoved her hands under her back to stop herself from grabbing hold of Pam's head.

Pam pumped her fingers steadily and looked up at Tara, whose brow was pinched and mouth was open as her body trembled. Pam knew Tara was right there, and every time her whimpers rose in pitch and increased in frequency, she would pull her mouth away while fucking her harder with her fingers. Tara clamped down on them and bunched her hands into fists, which were still underneath her and made her knuckles dig into her back.

Pam curled her fingers, thrusting up with unapologetic force and Tara repressed a scream, trying to open her eyes.

"You taste so good," Pam hummed.

Tara let out a heavy exhale. Pam hadn't been this dirty and dominant with her in a while, nor had Tara been expecting it. She wasn't complaining, but it had taken her surprise.

This time when Pam latched onto Tara's clit again, she didn't stop. She worked her tongue, lips, and fingers in a rhythm until Tara's hips were bucking uncontrollably and she was crying out. She tensed and shuddered, and then removed her hands from underneath her and pressed them into her pelvis as she rode out the rest of the waves. Pam lapped up her arousal and eventually moved up Tara's body. She leaned down and captured her lips while she slipped her hand between her legs again. She waited a few more moments, but all of a sudden began moving the pads of her fingers rapidly over her pulsing clit. Tara groaned and covered her face with her hands. She extended her legs and pointed her toes so much they threatened to cramp, and seconds later she was coming again. She arched her back and Pam pushed her back onto the bed. When she finally was still again, Pam resumed straddling her and leaned down to fervidly suck on her lower lip.

Pam sat up and Tara blearily opened her eyes.

"Fucking hell," Tara let out breathily.

Pam grinned. "Only the best for my wife," she winked.

Tara chuckled as she exhaled, and then reached up to run her hand down Pam's arm. Pam shooed it away soon after. Tara rolled her eyes, but she was too spent to be irritated. She just lay there gazing at Pam, whose lips were now glossy and her cheeks rosy and flushed.

"Do you think everyone was thinking about us fucking when we left the reception tonight?" Pam asked with a smirk.

Tara's eyes widened. "What the hell, Pam? What's gotten into you?"

Pam shrugged and bit her lower lip as she smiled. The truth was, she was just so happy. And it was bringing out a boldness and playfulness in her. She felt like a little girl almost, giddy that her dreams had come true.

She brushed her tousled hair off of her shoulders, leaving her chest fully visible again. She bit her lip again and stared at Tara more seriously now. They locked eyes and Pam brought her hands behind her back. She held Tara's gaze and began to undress ever so slowly. Tara watched her vigilantly, eyes only straying to observe Pam unhook the last remaining hooks on the tight garment. Her freed breasts bounced once as she pulled the article off her body, and she then ran her hands up to squeeze and caress herself while her steel blue eyes bored into Tara's.

Tara's eyes conveyed nothing but hungry lust. She tried to be patient, but it was damn hard. Pam slowly rocked her hips into Tara's for a few moments, and then paused and brought her hand to her stomach. She sat up on her knees now and laid her palm flat against her soft, milky skin for a moment. She tilted her head, causing stray strands of hair to fall across her face. Gradually, she began to drag her hand lower. She eventually slid her fingers beneath her panties and waited. Tara swallowed and gazed at her. Pam pushed her hand down a little further and her eyes slipped shut as she moaned, so faintly that it was almost indiscernible.

Tara could already feel herself getting worked up again. She watched as Pam continue to touch herself, feeling her arousal spike when Pam opened her eyes to calmly look at her again.

Pam knew she was putting on a show, but she wasn't faking it. Her fingers were soaked and she was aching with need. She slowly slid a finger inside and soon added another while her other hand reached up to knead her soft, full breasts. When she increased the pressure of her fingers, she moaned louder as her lips parted. She withdrew her fingers to stroke the length of her before sliding them inside again.

Tara gritted her teeth, trying to keep her hands to herself. But when Pam brought her fingers to her lips and began sucking on them as she circled her hips and gave Tara a piercing stare, Tara couldn't take it any longer.

"Enough," she uttered, and with that she reached up and aggressively flipped Pam over so she was on her back. She tugged impatiently at her garters before figuring out how to remove them. She dragged Pam's panties down and threw them halfway across the room before lunging back on top of her. In one swift motion she thrust three fingers inside Pam, who held back a scream and reached around to clutch Tara's back. Tara drove her fingers in hard and fast and Pam bent her knees and brought her legs up, trying to rest her feet on the bed. Tara curled and flexed her fingers and Pam wailed. She pulled Tara closer against her and tried to gain control of her breathing. Tara fucked her as hard as she could and her palm began pressing against her clit. Pam grabbed the back of Tara's head and held it against the side of her neck. Tara eventually turned her head and sucked on her pulse point before moving down to tend to her breasts.

She eventually slowed down her movements to the point that Pam could actually muster up the ability to speak. Pam pulled her up closer and nuzzled their cheeks together. She sighed as Tara continued to work her fingers inside of her, as their bodies moved as one. She let her eyes slip shut as she held onto her firmly.

"I love you," she rasped.

Tara didn't stop touching her, but she turned her head so her lips were right beside her ear.

"I love you too," she breathed.

It didn't take much after that. Tara pressed the heel of her palm over Pam's clit and moved it in circles as she continued to pump her fingers inside of her. Pam gripped Tara hard as she whimpered, and a few moments later she was shuddering against her. She opened her eyes and saw spots as an intense heat warmed her belly and spread to her fingers and toes. Tara slowed her movements down to a stop, then began to place loving kisses all over her body. She removed her hand and licked her fingers before crawling up so their faces were close again. Pam pulled on the nape of her neck and their lips overlapped. Pam's tongue moved past her lips and found Tara's.

They kissed for over an hour. They caressed each other and they sighed, realizing they would never grow bored of this.

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Their honeymoon was wonderful. They went to Rome, Florence, Venice, and Naples. They ate the best food, saw gorgeous architecture, and met many warm, friendly people. Of course they spent many hours in bed as well, but simply being with the other as they explored the world was more than they could ask for.

After another week in Greece, they flew back to the U.S. Before going to California, they visited Louisiana first.

That's when Tara finally got to see Kiyana. As soon as Tara entered the room, the girl stood up and raced over towards her. She leaped into her arms and smile spread across Tara's entire face as she picked her up. Kiyana latched onto her like a koala and Pam couldn't help but beam as she watched on. The girl even resembled Tara in a way. They were so sweet together, and it warmed her heart to see them interact. Pam watched how good Tara was with her and knew that they would have to have a conversation about this sometime. About what she wanted, what they wanted. Who knows what the future held for them.

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When they were back in California, they resumed their ordinary lives, but with an even deeper love for each other. Their commitment was real and everlasting, and would never waver. They had been apart for too long and knew the agony of each other's absence all too well. There would inevitably be arguments and fights, but never with the threat of an end.

They would travel again. They would meet friends on the weekend. They would venture into the city and they would frequent new restaurants. They would go on hikes and little adventures. The next year, when Pam went on sabbatical, she would begin to work part-time with Tara at the Foundation. She even began tutoring the kids of a few clients, some almost reaching their 20s. Pam loved doing it, and considered some possible adjustments to her career in the future. She had been a professor for a long time, but perhaps a change in environment would be refreshing and exciting and something she was ready for.

There were minor setbacks at the Foundation, but overall the place was doing well. Tara too didn't know if she planned on staying there forever, but for now, the work was still rewarding, especially when Pam was there with her.

They had built their life together. It might have been ordinary, but it was also extraordinary. How they had found each other. And how far they had come. They would occasionally think back to the first time they met and smile. They could still remember, even all the way back then, feeling something.

Pam would sometimes look back on Tara's proposal too. On a few of her words that forever stayed with her. And she knew Tara was right.

Pam had gotten her happy ending.