Almost eight years, their parents had been waiting. Eight months in the planning. But after all that time, their wedding day was there. The day that Rachel Rafter officially became Rachel Barton.

"Mummy, you look beautiful", Ruby declared, grinning at her mother.

"You're the beautiful one, Ruby", Rachel said softly, pulling her daughter into her lap. "I love you".

"Love you more", Ruby said automatically. "Hey Aunty Libby, look at Mum! She looks like a princess!"

"I see two princesses", Libby giggled. "You both look stunning- Rachel, oh my God, she looks just like you".

"I am so proud of you, Rach", Julie said gently, smiling at her.

"Thanks Mum". Rachel rested her head gently on her mother's head gently, and Julie pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"You've always made me and Dad proud. I've got a bet going with Ben; Dad's going to be the first to cry. Make him cry, Rach".

Rachel laughed. "I think Ben's gonna win, Mum".

"I knew you'd side with the boys". Julie frowned playfully and Rachel giggled, wrapping her arms around her.

"I love you, Mum".

"I love you more", Julie told her truthfully, still seeing a little girl no older than Ruby. "More than you will ever know".

"Hey Mum, can I go and see Jake?" Ruby wanted to know, bouncing on the balls of her bare feet.

"As long as you're fast", Rachel warned her. "Who's got your shoes? Why aren't you wearing them?"

"Aunty Libby!" Ruby raced past her mother, not even bothering to answer the question. Bypassing her uncles and great grandparents, she ran to the front of the church, where she had seen Jake and the groomsmen waiting.

"Rubes!" Jake called, as he saw the young girl skip past. "Where are your shoes?"

"Aunty Libby's got 'em!" she skidded to a stop, grinning that she had found him. "Do I look pretty, Jake?"

"You look even more beautiful than you usually do", he told her truthfully, taking in her white flower girl dress with the pink sash around her middle. Her blonde hair was curled and pinned back with little flower pins, a pink and white frangipani tucked behind her ear (matching the flowers that the bride would be carrying).

"You look gorgeous, munchkin". Jake gave her a quick hug, before tapping her on the nose. "Go, go, before Aunty Libby has a heart attack and thinks she's lost you all together".

"I'm not even lost!" Ruby laughed, hugging him back and continuing on her mission. "Bye Jake!"

"God she looks like her mother", George commented, and Camel nodded.

"She does", Jake said proudly. "I bet Rachel looks absolutely gorgeous-"

"Of course she will!" George grinned at him. "It's Rachel; she's going to look incredible. Both girls are going to look incredible".

Ruby poked her head into the church, grinning and giving the three boys at the end of the aisle a tiny wave. "Mum, they're waiting for you!"

"Jake looks a bit nervous", Libby commented.

"You ready for this, Rach?" Dave wanted to know, coming around the corner to meet the three girls.

"I'm ready". She nodded, and Ruby squeezed her hand excitedly.

"You'll always be my princess", Dave whispered to Rachel, as he linked arms with his eldest and only daughter. "I have to share you now".

"Sorry Dad, you've been sharing me for a long time now", Rachel laughed shakily. "Do I look pretty, Dad?"

"You look absolutely gorgeous", Dave said honestly. "I love you with every beat of my heart, Rachel Rafter, you're my little girl".

Turning to Ruby, he tapped his granddaughter on the nose. "I've only got one Rafter girl now, don't I Rubes?"

Ruby nodded. "I'm still a Rafter, Grandpa".

"I'll always be a Rafter, Dad". Rachel grinned at him, before squeezing Ruby's hand. "You ready for this, Rubes?"

"Ready, Mum".

"Ready for this, Libs?"

"Ready, Rach". Libby grinned at her, squeezing Ruby's other hand. "Are you ready, Miss Rafter soon to be Barton?"

"I'm ready". Rachel nodded.