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From Day to Day

Chapter Twenty Five: Almost Happily Ever After

He wasn't ready for this. In fact, he didn't think he'd ever been ready for this. When he was younger, his father would often tell him not to worry about such trivial things because, after all, he had a very long wait until the time would actually come. It also didn't help the fact that he was steadily running out of fingernails to demolish.

"Dad, don't make me take you to the salon," his once little, baby girl said, hands planted on her hips, "And if you do anything to ruin this day, I will—"

"Right, wouldn't dream of it," Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc mumbled around his left pinkie. Honestly, why couldn't humans have evolved an extra thumb or something?

"Calm down, Dad. And anyway, why are you so worked up about this? I'm the one getting married," Ally said, waiting for Hawkeye to finish fiddling with the veil.

"At least you don't have to go out in this, this…thing that insists on consuming my body in all its pink, fucking frilliness," said woman grumbled.

"I know, I know, but I can't help but feel a little nervous. I mean, my only child is now a grown woman and is leaving me for some boy! What'll happen if you get an STD? The flu? A cold? Or a zit?!" the aged man ranted, attempting to find something else he could gnaw on. In fact, even the pistol under Hawkeye's dress that he knew was there seemed very tempting at the moment, "Oh man, and what happens when you get pregnant? I mean, I'm so psyched to be a grandpa and everything, but—"

"We'll worry about that when it happens, in any case, I think it's time to start, soon," the bride-to-be stated, ushering her future child's intended godmother out of the room.

The minutes ticked by and Havoc realized that he'd have to give her away at some point. But to that boy?! He didn't know if he could take it; he might need a truck of cigarettes or two. Of course, that being said, he wouldn't want to be the target of Hawkeye's pistol anytime soon, damn devil-woman. Oh, but his only daughter was about to be married and he'd have to give her away.

"C'mon, Dad, let's go," Ally said, mentally kicking herself as to why she picked this father to walk her down the aisle. God, I hope he doesn't trip or something, she prayed.

It couldn't have been a more beautiful sight. Alright, that was a lie, it could've been. For one, her bridesmaids could've been dressed in something less…lacey. Of course, that was alright, too, as long as his daughter was happy, and she clearly was. Ally's entire being radiated the "I'm so awesome" feel that the family would receive when she actually managed to cook something decent. In what looked to be a simple gesture of Fuery taking off his glasses to get the tears of happiness off them and to dry his own eyes, Fuery ducked his head in embarrassment.

Hmm, yes, everything's okay when it's all blurred out, he thought.

Jean Havoc, proud father of one, had just fallen over, bringing the bride, groom, and priest down with him.

OWARI

So, this is the final chapter, I hope you all liked it. I decided that I couldn't just leave all of you out there hanging without giving you the ending. In any case, I might put an epilogue or might even continue it (flashbacks of missed school-years), but for now, this is it. Thank you everyone who has read this, I appreciated your artistic criticism.