(Back at work they told everyone that they were engaged…they're hiatus started in 3 weeks, so they had decided to plan a small wedding at their home during the hiatus…she would still be in her first trimester, so no one would know that she was pregnant. They were normally very down to earth, but when it came to the wedding Patrick insisted that it be extravagant. Even though she didn't have much time to plan he wanted it to be the wedding of her dreams…and with the most expensive wedding planner in L.A. he got his wish without Ellen having to lift a finger. She simply bought her dress and told the planner what she had in mind, and the planner took care of the rest. Ellen really didn't care what the flowers looked like, or what flavor the cake was…she was finally marrying Patrick…and as long as he was there, that's all that mattered to her. There wasn't a bridal party…just her and Patrick and Ally was the flower girl. Her and Ally got ready in the master bedroom upstairs…Ellen's sister and best friend helped her get ready…they headed downstairs as the ceremony was about to begin…she stared in the mirror, straightening her veil as she heard the music begin to play. Ally headed down the grand staircase, dropping rose petals, when the little girl reached the bottom step Ellen stepped out into view of those waiting in the foyer below. She paused for a moment, enjoying the look on Patrick's face as he saw her…she held his stare as she slowly walked down the staircase to join him in the foyer below.)
(They exchanged traditional vowels…she was too emotional from the pregnancy she knew she wouldn't be able to put into words all that she was feeling at that moment as they were becoming husband and wife…she didn't have to…he knew how she felt about him…but as he finished his vowels he couldn't help but go on…)
Patrick: I know we decided we wouldn't write our own vowels…but now that I'm standing here…looking at you…there are just a few things I want to say. (he squeezed her hands as her eyes began to fill with tears…he smiled at her…trying to swallow down the lump in his throat as he continued) I feel like I've known you forever…it's hard to remember a time when I didn't love you…and it's hard to imagine a time when I will love you more than I do at this moment. But I've thought that before, and as each day passes it seems that you become more a part of me than you were the day before…and just when I think it isn't possible to love another person as much as I love you…you show me that smile…or look at me with that light in your eyes…and my heart burst to a million pieces all over again. (his voice cracked, as he squeezed his eyes shut to blink back the tears) It took me a long time to admit to myself that you are the person that I was meant to be with…it took me even longer to convince you of that…and I'll spend forever making sure that you know I was right. (he rested his forehead on hers…the tears escaping down his cheeks) I love you.
Ellen: I love you too.
(To the delight of the 40 or so guests the minister pronounced them husband and wife…everyone ate and danced and celebrated until the wee hours of the morning. They got to bed late…Shonda had thankfully given them the day off…Ellen woke to the sun shining through the window…a wake up call for her to get up…to begin her new life…with her new husband. Speaking of him, he came through the door carrying a tray with breakfast. They ate...lounged around most of the morning…made love…took a shower together…then spent the day puttering around the house…not really accomplishing much. Some of Ellen's girlfriends were in town for the wedding, so she was having dinner with them that evening. They had a wonderful evening of catching up…at around 10:00 they exited the restaurant and were caught off guard by the flashbulbs as they stepped out onto the sidewalk…10-20 paparazi were waiting for them…her friends made it to their car…Ellen pushed her way to her car…her heart racing and hands shaking as she locked the doors and fumbled in her purse for her phone.)
Patrick: Hello?
Ellen: Will you bail me out of jail if I mow down some photographers with my car?
Patrick: Gladly. Are you ok?
Ellen: They are literally laying on the hood of my car.
Patrick: Call the police…wait for them to get there.
Ellen: No…they'll move out of the way, right? (she tried to remain lighthearted as she pulled her car slowly out of the parking space…as she sped down the street a car pulled up beside her…snapping his camera as he drove…) Seriously…these people need to get a life. (She sped up…glancing over to see the car was still beside her…not noticing the light had changed…Patrick listened in abject horror to the sound of his wife screaming…followed by tires screeching…glass breaking…metal twisting…then silence.)
Patrick: What the hell was that? (silence…moaning…silence) ELLEN!