Here we are, the epilogue. Thanks once again for all your support. Any questions you all had should be answered in this chapter. And yes, there WILL be a SEQUEL. HOWEVER, it most likely will NOT be posted until the end of summer. I'm sorry for this delay, but I just won't have time to write this summer, even if I did want to write it. I will post a note at the end of this story when I do post it though. Thanks again, and I hope you enjoy the ending ;)

"Congrats Mr. Moon, you are finally free to go," The nurse smiles at me. "The Phsyc Ward is on the upper most floor. They're expecting you."

I nod and smile at the nurse as she leaves, before standing up slowly, looking down at my leg. After three months of planning and experimenting, Dennis finally completed a good prototype for my half-leg, and they did the surgery a couple days ago. The stitches are still pretty fresh, but the shiny new chrome on my leg is almost a comfort. I lower myself into the wheelchair designated for myself, and wheel out of the room and towards the elevator.

I'm not allowed to walk on my leg for two weeks, to make sure that the metal attachment secures firmly with my flesh. Surprisingly enough, I took the longest in the hospital.

Lauren is paralyzed as I thought she would be. Doctor's think in a couple of years she might get some movement back, but not to count on anything. She found it really difficult when she woke up because of it, and will probably be in Phsyc for close to a year if her progress doesn't speed up. She needs help with everything now. Zach's been good about being there, but I can tell she's starting to get frustrated.

The Doctor diagnosed Joella legally blind as well. Only time will tell if it will go away, but if it does, it will be gradual. She also never lost the slur with her words. After a couple more tests, turns out she can't remember to write either. And sometimes she switches languages without realizing it. We aren't sure, but we can only hope her mind will correct itself one day.

Acacia is another story. Physically, she's never been in better condition. It's her mind that's been ruined. She rarely smiles now, and is so serious I feel like screaming when I'm in a room with her. She's a stranger to us, and three months in Phsyc hasn't done anything to change that. She was released yesterday being deemed, 'Mentally Sound.' I want to strangle the Doctor who approved that.

Dez and Trish actually are probably doing the best out of all of us. A little trauma, but nothing that couldn't be dealt with after a month of Phsyc. They've been staying around town, visiting whenever possible, Dez always doing something wacko enough to get him kicked out of the Hospital.

Sam and Zach have been okay. Sam was released from Phsyc, but Zach is still there. I don't know all the details, but I'm pretty sure it has to d with the fact of watching his own mother get murdered in front of him. I still haven't forgiven Acacia for that.

Thomas was discharged from Interpol. For aiding us without permission, he was stripped of his status and disgraced. His dad won't even talk to him anymore. He doesn't really seem to mind though, and came back to America with us. He's been hanging out with Dez and Trish mostly, visiting when he can to check up on the whole of us.

Elliot was fine. After a checkup at the Hospital, and a couple of stitches, he was released. He went back home to Europe, but visits regularly.

The only one who I don't know that much about, is the one person I want to know about. Ally was released from containment a month after the incident. Her system was officially clean, but they couldn't operate on her until then,so she was still physically crippled. I haven't heard much more than that, except that they released her into Phsyc too today. I'm hoping to find her and see how she's doing.

On the whole, we seem to be doing fine. We never did make it do the Winter Dance, although it wasn't that important after everything we went through. Plus it was probably better that we were all in Hospital and unable to go, because it would've been odd for us to all show up to the dance after a month of absence.

Zach took Lauren on their date. Due to conditions, they couldn't go to Europe. But after some phone calls, we managed to get Mark Gatiss and Tom Hiddleston to come and meet her and talk about the play. I'm pretty sure Lauren almost had an aneurism when she saw them walk through the Hospital doors.

They've been together ever since, and although I know Lauren prides her Independence where she can, she has really started to rely on Zach. She still threatens to kill him thrice a day, but you can tell that she doesn't really mean it now. Most of the time. But I swear if he ever does anything to hurt her, he's going to be begging for Lauren's petty threats when I'm done with him.

Sam has been helping Joella get used to her disability. I can tell that he kind of has a thing for her but I'm not really sure what's happening between them. I wouldn't be surprised if they got together soon though.

The elevator dings for the top floor finally, and I roll myself out into the spacious hallway. It's brighter up here, almost all of the windows open. The lady at the front desk smiles when she sees me.

"Austin Moon?"

"The one and only," I flash her a smile as I wheel up to the desk. She laughs, before handing me a clipboard.

"Your parents were by earlier setting everything up. I just need your signature here," She indicates a line at the bottom of the page. Not bothering to read it, knowing that my parents already have, I pick up the pen and sign. She takes the clilpboard back. "Your room is just down the hall, fourth door on the right," She informs me. I nod and start heading that way, only to stop and look back.

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to know where Ally Dawson is, do you?"

She looks up and smiles again. "Your parents arranged it so that your room is across from hers. I believe she's unpacking now - she arrived a few minutes ago."

"Thanks," I send her one last smile, before rolling down the hall.

I count four doors, but instead of going to the right, I turn to the left. The door isslightly ajar, allowing me to see inside. The walls are painted a calming yellow, with white furniture. A keyboard catches my eye, and sheet music looks like it's scattered on the neatly made bed. A suitcase is open on the floor, with clothes piling out that are in the process of being put away.

And there she is in the center of it all. Her hair has returned to it's natural colour, the same chocolate brown I had first seen her in all that time ago at Marino High. Her skin is still pale, but she's healthy looking. There's a sparkle in her eyes as she hums and sorts through her music, and her lips have an ever present smile.

She's in a loose dress that looks a couple sizes too big for her, and the old nail polish that Trish painted a few weeks ago are now chipped. Her hair has been pulled into a ratty ponytail, and the bags under her eyes are prominent.

And she's never looked more real to me.

I watch her for a few moments, until I finally knock. I can't help but smile at the way her movements stiffen and she skips a couple of notes. She whips around, and I'm glad to see that for all she's been through, she still hasn't lost her agility.

"Austin!" Her face breaks out into a wide grin upon recognizing me. She pulls me into a hug, and I hug her back. She steps aside and ushers me in. "I heard that you were coming today too," She smiles. "I've been meaning to see you for forever, but they wouldn't let me leave Containment for forever, and then I was in the Surgery Ward, and when I was finally released I heard that you had gone into the Surgery Ward and I was unable to visit and then they told me they were moving me here!"

I let out a laugh. "Ally, breath."

She rolls her eyes and punches my shoulder. "Haha. But I was serious. I've missed you."

"I missed you too," I tell her. "How are you doing?"

She shrugs, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Alright I guess. I miss my dad, but that's expected. Physically I feel fine. Sometimes I get waves of nausea or sharp pains, but the Doctor assures me that those will go away with time."

"I'm sorry," I tell her genuinly. "I know what it's like to lose someone close to you."

Another shrug. "I'm sorry too. I heard what Acacia did."

I try not to let the pain be too evident on my face. "She did what she had to in order to make sure we survived. I just wish she had survived her methods as well."

"Well if we could have everything, the world would be perfect," Ally says sadly. For a moment I don't say anything, and simply reach out and lace my fingers with hers.

"Maybe it still can be," I whisper.

~A&A~

"Austin come quick!"

I step out of the car, a smile on my face as the warm country breeze brustles my hair. Gripping my cane tightly, I pull myself up, smiling when the warm sun hits my face. I turn to the petite brunnette who hopped out of the car as soon as it stopped. Ally has her arms spread out as she twirls in the fresh air, her head thrown back, a smile planted on her beautiful features. The simple summer dress that she's wearing flows around her legs, and hugs her curves perfectly. I can't help but smile at her own excitement.

"Dez did you grab my make-up bag?" Trish yells from the trunk, her voice slightly muffled. My bestfriend looks up from the garden gnome that he's currently trying to have a conversation with.

"No!" He shouts back, before turning to the gnome with a smirk. "Girls."

"Freckles come help me!" Joella shouts from the van she came in, her seeing stick in front of her.

"It's alright, we've got it," Sam and Tommy grab her bags though, struggling with her luggage. I don't blame them. I swear my cousin packs bricks.

I watch Zach hop out of the van next, before grabbing the wheelchair out of the door. He sets it up with practiced ease, before reaching in, and pulling Lauren out bridal style. He sets her comfortably down, before pushing her over, a smile on her face as he whispers something in her ear. Acacia follows behind them solemnly, although a smile itches at the corner of her lips.

I turn back to Ally, walking up behind her. Before she can protest, I wrap my arms around her middle and lift her, twirling as I do. She giggles, making a smile break out on my face. As soon as I put her down, she turns around and kisses me softly, before pulling away, a smile on her face.

"This place is even more amasing than you described it," She breathes, looking around the rancher. The rolling fields are green with crop, sprawling orchards twisting to the right. The giant rancher in front of us is filled with windows, and well cared for plants line the walkway to the front door.

The wide french doors swing open then, and my grandpa all but struts out. He's healthy looking, carrying around the same self-imposed spirit he always has. He smiles and opens his arms wide when he sees us.

"Austin!" He laughs.

"Grandpa," I breath in relief, letting Ally go and hugging my grandfather tight. I pull back, and look proudly at Ally. "I don't think you two have been properly introduced yet," I say, looking back and forth between two of the most important people in my life. "Grandpa, this is Ally. My girlfriend."

Yup, you heard right. After all the crazy Vermeer stuff happened, and we all got better, I had the nerve to ask Ally out. We've been dating for a year, although you couldn't really call it dating. She was finally released from the IMF rehabilitation center a few weeks ago. Her system had been announced clean eight months ago, but it was getting her body back in working order that was the real trick. I got released about six months ago, although I still have to go in for monthly check-ups to make sure my leg is healing properly.

Lauren and Joella were just recently released too. Both have had to get used to their disabilities - in Joella's case, not only being blind, but having to learn how to write all over again. After she did some tests, they found out that blindness wasn't the only thing that she had to overcome.

Lauren and Zach started dating too. And even though you would think I'd find it extremely weird, seeing as how my enemy is dating my cousin - not to mention that they used to hate eachother - but I'm actually really happy for them. Zach's always doing the sweetest things for her, since she can't do half og the things she used to. Zach's the only one that she'll let push her too - I tried once, and she threatened to cut off my hands.

Trish and Dez are sort of dating. Kind of. Like, they act like a couple, although they claim to hate eachother vehemiently. Zach and I have twenty bucks betted that they'll be together by the end of the year.

Acacia never went to rehab, which was ridiculous because in my opinion she needed it the most. She is better now, although she's still not the same. I don't think she'll ever be the same.

Thomas ended up quiting his job wih Interpol. Well, in technicality he was fired for aiding us without permission, but for his own dignity we allow him to claim he quit. He's joined us, and is actually pretty awesome once you get past the fact that he's a chickmagnet.

Elliot was pretty fine too. He visits alot, but went back to live with his parents. After going through everything we did, it helped him realize that he should mend his family ties. Before he left he was actually the one who told me to get it together and ask Ally out. I might not hate him that much anymore.

Me and my parents kind of got it together too. My dad's finally come to terms with the fact that I chose my leg over my career, and has even been supportive of my music. I've started a couple tunes, and have already had one hit the radio. For someone who's spent their entire life in the shadows, it's kind of weird to have everyone knowing my name. Weird, but I kind of like it.

My Uncle Ethan ended up heading back into the field after a couple months with his crew. It felt a little odd at first, but I eventually grew to accept that my life no longer consisted of missions. Or those kind of missions at least. Lauren's parents went with them, but she didn't really mind because she has Zach.

All in all, we're here. Which is alot when you think about it. Yes, we might be a bit broken, with some cracks, and even missing pieces, but we're still here and together, ready for our next task.

"Pleasure to meet you, Ally," My grandpa smiles at her. "I'm sure you'll love it here."

Ally turns and smiles at me, and for someone who tried to kill me last year, she sure can make my stomach flip with that smile of hers. "I think I will," She admits. "It's nice to be somewhere with family again."

"And with our own rules," Dez imputs as he walks up, hitting me on the back in a friendly gesture. He eyes the rancher. "This will certainly be a good place to set up."

"That's why I suggested it," I roll my eyes at my bestfriend. "I think the treefort is still intack even."

"Yes!" Dez screams, before running off. "Bob claims his old room!"

I laugh, and Ally does too, having become used to such antics. I turn to the others as they walk up, a smile on my face.

"So," I ask, shouldering my bag. "Who's ready to start our own Agency?"

~A&A~

"Who the hell is burning my pasta?"

"Someone's burning the pasta?!"

"Dez get away from the bananas!"

I enter the kitchen to full pandemonium. Seriously. For a top spy agency, we can hardly get through dinner alive. I watch as Zach scowls at the dry pasta noodles before reaching for some new ones, as Trish glares threateningly at Dez who seems to be sneaking the bananas. The smoke alarm goes off, and Sam for a tech genius seems to be having issues turning it off.

"Austin, I just got a call from Interpol. They were wondering if we could give them a hand with one of their cases," Tommy walks in, papers flying as he struggles to hold them all down. He looks up in surprise. "I thought you guys said you were cooking dinner. Not starting world war three."

"Lio's here!" Ally says, walking in and catching my hand with hers as she looks at her watch. She looks up, frustration playing across her face as she takes in the sight in front of her. "Come on guys, LAuren's going to be here any minute! Acacia can't keep her preocupied much longer."

"I still don't understand why we have to do this," Zach mutters as he stirs the noodles, trying not to burn them. "She's going to inhale them anyways."

Joella who was making the sauce under Sam's instructions swats him. I think she was aiming for his arm, but because she can't see, she hits him hard in the stomach instead, winding him. "That's your fiance you're talking about!" She scowls. "We're making this special!"

I can't help but laugh. Deciding to come to my future-cousin-in-law's rescue, I say, "Well, Zach's right. The wedding isn't till next weekend."

Joella rolls her eyes. "Everyone will be here for that. This is the only time we can have a small family dinner for them, and so help me I will not have you ruin that," She waves her saucespoon around, flinging sauce everywhere. Thank goodness she can't see the stains she's putting on her shirt. "And you know, Mr. I'm-twenty-now-and-way-too-cool-to-help," She drawls towards me, "Things would run a lot smoother if you actually did something."

Ally turns to me, crossing her arms. "I have to agree with Joe on that one."

I raise my hands in surrender, knowing better to go against Ally and my cousin. "Guilty as charged. Seriously though. Maybe I'm trying to off-throw the wedding," I taunt. "I'm still sour about the fact you aren't waiting till she's twenty," I shoot Zach a pointed look. Zach returned it.

"If you want to argue with your cousin about the wedding date, be my guest. I'm just as much a victim in this case as you are."

I roll my eyes good naturedly, before pulling Ally closer to me. I actually support Lauren and Zach's decision more than anybody. They've been dating steadily for two years - the same amount of time Ally and I have.

"Earth to Austin," Tommy buts in. "What do I tell Interpol? Yes or no on the case?"

"What's the dates?" I ask. Thomas flips through his papers for a moment.

"They'll need us there next week. We'd have to leave the day after the wedding," Thomas winces. "Perhaps not."

To my surprise, Zach speaks up, taking the noodles and draining them. "Actually, I'd be game for that. We were thinking Europe anyways for our Honeymoon. Up through London, Right through France, and ending somewhere in Italy. Plus I know Lauren wouldn't consider it a proper Honeymoon without any work."

"Gucci is having a new model release," Joe speaks up, nearly pouring the sauce onto the clean dishes, before Sam intervenes and pours it onto the noodles. "I was going to head there after the wedding anyways."

Everyone else nosd in consent, explaining some excuse for needing to jump continent. I roll my eyes and chuckle. Come to think of it, I have been meaning to take Ally back to Venice.

"Tell them it's a go," I nod to Tommy, who runs off, no doubt to find the phone.

"What's a go?" Elliot walks in, looking slightly dishevled, no doubt from the long plane ride over.

"New task," Ally explains, pulling him into a hug. "How was the ride over?"

"Rushed," He admits. {"Would've been nice had I had sooner notice," He shoots a glare over at Joella who had called him this afternoon. She must know that he' looking at her, because she sticks her tongue out.

"Hey someone help with the plates," Trish shouts. Ally rolls her eyes, before kissing me lightly and rushing off to aid her bestfriend. I laugh as she and Trish start to move the food filled plates into the dining hall.

"So," Elliot looks at me slyly. "When should we be expecting one of these for you two?"

I laugh slightly. "Not for a while, probably," I tell him honestly. "I love her, but we want to take it slow. Plus I wouldn't want to steal anything from my cousin's big day."

Elliot smiles. "I know. She deserves this," Elliot agrees.

"They're here!" I hear Dez shout, and Elliot and I go to join the others in the dining room. My grandpa went out for the evening, leaving just us kids in the house. Although, I suppose we aren't really kids anymore.

Acacia and Lauren come into the Dining room. Everyone jumps up and shouts surprise, while Zach goes over and kisses her, before grabbing the handles of her wheelchair and pushing her beside his spot at the table. Everyone laughs and welcomes, as they take their places. And I can't help but feel a sense of belonging as I take my place beside Ally at the head of the table.

Three thieves, two assasins, and five spies. We came from different Agencies, and different ways of life. We had all seen things we wish to forget, and we all had done things rather questionable. And yet we had all been pulled together by that one experience years ago. We had pulled ourselves together, and pieced back the broken parts.

Pieced them into a family.

~A&A~

"It's a boy and a girl!"

I let out a sound of happiness as I almost hug the nurse. I hug Ally instead, and she jumps with joy as well. The others let out similar sounds of excitement, and Sam looks especially excited. I can understand why he would be. As of five minutes ago, he officially became an uncle.

"Can we see them?" Trish speaks up. The nurse nods.

"Of course, right this way."

We all cram into the tiny hospital room. As I enter I see Lauren lying on the bed, her features tired. But there's a glimmer of something new in her eyes, as she holds a bundle to her chest, tears in her eyes, smile predominant. Zach is beside her, completely enraptured by his own bundle.

I step forward first, walking to my cousin's bedside beside Zach. I smile as two sets of curious eyes look up at me.

"Congrats Lauren," I murmer warmly, kissing her cheek. I pat Zach on the shoulder. "You did good man."

"What are their names?" Ally asks excitedly as she joins me. Joella looks eager as she comes to Lauren's other bedside, and even Acacia is smiling.

Lauren shares a look with Zach, before nodding slightly. "This is Eilonwee Acacia-Ella Goode," He introduces the tiny bundle in his arms.

Lauren smiles before adding, "And this is Eton Austin Goode."

~A&A~

"Don't snip the green wire."

"Shut-up Austin."

I glare at Zach, although it's rather difficult in the position we're in. The train we've stowed away in is dark. The president is in the bunk next to us, and somehow the terrorist we've been hired to uncover managed to plant a bomb in the next compartment. In the roof. Which is why Zach is currently balancing on my shoulders.

"You're wrinkling my suit," I mutter as he squuirms. He pauses to shoot me a look.

"You were the one who insisted on helping. You aren't even supposed to be doing field work," He shoots back. "Ally's gonna kill you when she finds out. You were supposed to be eating dinner and distracting the President from finding anything out!"

I roll my eyes. "Please, it was obvious you were going to need help. And besides. I'd rather not face Lauren's wrath by bringing her husband home blown to bits."

Zach mutters something too quiet to hear, but goes back to snipping wires precariously.

"So," He finally breaks the silence. "When are you going to do it?"

"Is now really the time for this?" I ask, wincing under his body weight. My leg starts to feel sore, so I subtly shift my weight. "I'd rather not blow up because of your carelessness."

"We aren't going to blow up," Zach retorts, snipping yet another wire. "But seriously. You two are almost twenty-three Austin. Time's a ticking and you aren't getting any younger."

His words make the velvet box that I've started carrying around in my pocket for the last six months feel even heavier. "I'm waiting for the right moment."

"Right moment my butt," Zach scoffs. "You're scared."

I manage to shoot him a look. "Scared? Please Zach. I'm Austin Moon for crying outloud. Not only am I an International Pop Star, but I'm also the Head of one of the best and most coveted Agency in the World. I don't get scared."

"Keep telling yourself that Rock Star. But it's clear as day that you're scared of rejection. Don't know why. Ally's clearly loves you. Otherwise she'd have left after you dyed her hair blue."

"That was your wife's fault!"

"Yeesh Austin, stop moving," Zach mutters. "My point was that Ally loves you so just hurry up and propose already!"

I grumble but comply, figuring our lives are worth more than my dignity at the moment.

"Got it," Zach mutters, hoping down from my shoulders.

"Finally," I scowl, wiping the dirt from my Hugo Boss suit. "Could you have gone any slower?"

He rolls his eyes, but then looks at me seriously. "How's your leg?"

I give it a stretch, than shrug. "It'll work for now. Do me a favour and don't tell Ally."

He raises his eyebrows at me in amusement. "It's Ally. I won't have to tell her - she'll figure it out herself. But I won't speed up the process, if that's what you're asking. If only for the fact that if she kills you then we can't expect a wedding anytime soon."

I roll my eyes, before straightening my clothes out one last time. "We'll see," I can't help but smile.

~A&A~

"Mom! Eton's stabbing my pancake!"

"Eiley's pancake got in the way of my fork!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did, TOO!"

"Hey!" Trish finally snaps, staring at the two-year old twins with her stink eye. "Eton, keep your fork on your own plate. Eiley, just ignore your brother."

The twins stick their tongues out at eachother but comply. Zach took Lauren out to a play this evening. As soon as that happened Sam, Joella, Tommy, and Acacia magically had plans as well, leaving Myself, Ally, Trish, and Dez to babysit the two gremlins. I made pancakes for supper, although that's proving more dangerous than I thought.

"Did someone steal Bob's pancake?" Dez suddenly narrows his eye at us. Trish rolls her eyes and hits him on the back of the head.

"No you doof, you ate it," She scowls, poking at her own pancake. Ally looks up from across the table from me, and we share a sly smile. She stands up after swallowing her last bite.

"I'm going outside to get some air," She all but smiles.

"Me too," I pretty much bolt out of my seat, glad for an excuse to get away from my crazy family. Trish opens her mouth to protest, but I grab Ally's hand and drag her onto the patio before Trish can even get a word in.

Ally laughs but tags along as we run through the garden courtyard, stopping by the willow near the pond in the center. It's an early night, but the stars can still be seen peaking out from the indigo. I pretty much collapse on the stone bench once I get in the vicinity of it.

"Freedom!" I shout childishly as Ally collapses beside me. She laughs, and it makes me smile.

We've changed a bit since we first met all those years ago. We're older for one. Ally started lightening her hair again as well, and I reattained some of the muscle I had at one point lost. Added to the fact that we were also both world renowned spies owning our own coveted agency, posing as Superstars. Because, yeah. I did finally chase after my music dream. And lone behold, even my father is supportive of my decision now.

Some things are still the same. We're both as stubborn as ever when it comes to anything and everything. And we both still have scars of missions past. Scars from the Incident that we try to forget. But most importantly, we still have that friendship we created all those nights ago in a van in the school parking lot. A friendship that proved to be the basis for so much more.

"I swear the twins are going to give Trish an aneurism some day," Ally giggles breathlessly as I feel her lean upon me. I wrap my arm around her and look up at the stars above. Ever since the Vermeer Incident, I've been more appreciative of the small winking lights few ever think much about.

"More proof of my crazy family," I sigh. But it's a happy sigh. One of contement. I kiss Ally's forhead slightly. "I'm sorry. I know you wanted a few days of downtime after your last mission."

She shrugs. "It's all good."

For a moment, neither of us say anything. Then I sit up straight so I can see her face in the dim light. I can see the confusion most predominant, and give her a reassuring smile.

"Ally, I've been meaning to talk to you about something for a while now," I admit. I see her eyes go wide.

"What did you do this time?" She all but sighs.

"Hey," I jostle her arm slightly. "Have more faith. It's nothing bad. I was just... wondering."

"Wondering...?" She prompts. For some odd reason I feel a flash of heat colour my cheeks, and I find myself extremely interested in our intertwined hands.

"Well, I was wondering that, if maybe you don't mind the crazy, if, uh... if you'd be willing to join it?"

Great job Austin.

I'm sure that's what Ally had in mind for a romantic proposal.

Not.

I fight my internal wince. Ally looks shocked for a moment, and I can literally see the gears turning in her head. "Austin, are you...?"

I clear my throat, ignoring my burning cheeks, and move from my spot on the bench to the ground. I manage to kneel although it's somewhat awkward with the metal portion of my leg scraping ruefully across the stonework. I think Ally's gone into shock, but I'm too busy trying out a second go to stop and notice.

"Allyson Marie Dawson, I've known you now for the better part of five years. When we first met, you nearly killed me, and ever since I just keep coming back. We went from enemies, to partners, to friends, and now to something even more special than that. As cheesy as it sounds you're the Ally to my Austin, the Sense to my Common. I've loved you ever since that day I thought that I was going to lose you, and I wake up grateful everyday since that I have another sunrise to share with you. And I've come to the conclusion that I want to share every sunrise with you. From here on to forever. So Ally, if you would do me the greatest honour," My voice trembles slightly with nerves as I pull the soft velvet box out of my pocket. "By making me the happiest man alive. Will you marry me?"

"Yes," Ally murmers, tears streaming down her face, before throwing her arms around my neck. "Yes I will marry you, Austin Monica Moon."

And we stayed like that.

Together.

~A&A~

"Austin your bowtie is crooked!" Thomas whisper shouts as he rushes to fix it. My hands are trembling and my insides feel like jelly. To top it all off, my breakfast is threatening to make a reappearance. I wonder if this was how Zach felt.

"Austin get down the bloody aisle!" Zach runs into the room upon seeing us. "The music started. Go!"

Head spinning, I all but stumble through the front doors and into the courtyard. As soon as I step out into the open, everyhead turns towards me. A couple familiar faces stand out in the crowd. My uncle Ethan, Luther, and Benji. My smiling mother, and overly proud father. My Grandfather with his ever present knowing smile. I spot my cousins in the crowd. And then mixed in with them of course are the reporters. Hundreds. It's not every day that two famous popstars get married.

Feeling immediately overwhelmed, I instead try to focus ahead. I catch Dez's flash of red hair, and feel myself being pulled towards the familiarity. Butterflies threaten to erupt in my stomach. When I make it to the altar, Dez gives me a not too subtle thumbs up, and I turn to await Ally.

Everything fades once she steps into view.

I know that's cheesy, but it's true. Because her scars are visible, the gown she chose has a high neckline that cuts across straight at the top of her shoulders. The white satin trails behind her, and her caramel hair has been pinned up intricately with diamonds - revealing the chocolate locks beneath. She gives me a nervous smile when she sees me, and I smile back. Because her father is gone, Elliot is walking her down the aisle.

The nerves evaporate as soon as Elliot transfers her arm to mine with a smile. Trying to look proper, I turn us towards the altar.

I don't hear any of the talk, as the ringing in my ears is much louder. I stumble out with an "I do," at the right moment, and Ally does the same. In the corner of my eye, I see Thomas walk forward with the rings.

I pick up hers with shaky fingers, and briefly meet her eyes as I grab her hand. "I love you, Ally."

She smiles back and grabs my ring, sliding it onto my hand. "I love you too, Austin."

The man at the altar says one last thing, but I don't hear it because I smile and whisper to Ally, "We can finally be a normal family now."

"Oh yeah," She smiles back before leaning up, her lips tickling my skin. "Totally normal."

"Definitely," I smile.

And then I capture her lips with mine.