I paced in my bathroom back and forth, my hands pressed to hips.

In the several months that had proceeded Evelyn's death- after Jack and I had found each again- much had changed.

Jack was doing much better, having worked himself out of the wheelchair and crutches- he was now to the point where he could walk without much assistant; he loathed his cane with a passion. And it killed him that he couldn't play football with his kids like Bobby could. Although he was working with a physical therapist five days out of the week, there wasn't much else for him to do until his body had fully healed- but I knew that Jack wouldn't just wait around for the next year or two. As well, I had made a pretty miraculous recovery, being able to hold a scalpel and perform surgery within maybe nine weeks after the shooting. I still bore my scars, but they were battle wounds and I wore them proudly.

The boys had adapted to having a father just like he had been there all along, Jack finding it a little harder to cope with having an instant family. But I was proud of him, my already husband taking to task my being on call many nights, having to care for his sons and taking the load off of Trish.

Bobby had had no hesitations about moving to be with her- he saw it as a chance to be with his family as well.

Angel and Sofi were nearby in Long Island, only a drive over the bridge to be at the 'love nest' as Sofi had christened it. The only person not within close proximity was Jerry, who had cleaned up ma's house and turned it into a non-profit shelter for the many street kids that Evelyn had been in the process of helping when she had died.

We had survived and that was all I could have asked for and more; I was happy.

And now it seemed that I was getting even more.

My cooking timer went off and I rushed to the bathroom counter, picking up the pregnancy test in front of me. "Oh my God," I whispered, pressing my hand over my mouth. There was a bang on the bathroom door and I jumped, throwing the test in the trashcan.

"Come on Kate! You're going to be late for your own wedding!"

I inhaled deeply as I stood in front of the doors out to the gardens where Jack was waiting, hearing a muffled 'Flightless Bird, American Mouth' playing over the speakers outside- I was sure that it was his bandmates were playing.

"You sure you wanna do this Katie," Bobby asked as I took his arm, looking down upon me.

I smiled as the doors opened and my eyes looked down the aisle of flower petals to where all of our friends and our small family awaited me, "I'm sure."

Jack's eyes widened at the sight of me, Jeremiah and Angel standing at his side. I knew that as a bride, my husband-to-be had never seen me like this. I wore a strapless dress made of light silk, the hem ruffled around my knees. My hair was done up with flowers and I wore no makeup other than a coat of mascara and some lip gloss. As well, he was looking… dashing done up in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up under a grey vest and paired with dark grey pants with his new cane.

As I reached him, he held his hand out, the music dying down in a subdued manner, "God, you're beautiful."

"I could say the same for you," I replied, kissing him almost impatiently. Jack smiled and kissed my forehead, turning towards the minister presiding over our wedding. When it came to our vows, Jack suddenly flushed and I grinned, knowing of his discomfort.

I watched as he pulled out a wrinkled piece of paper out of his pocket and began to read, clearing his throat. "I love you Katherine Scott, not only for what you are but for what I am when I am with you and not only for what you have made of yourself but for the man you have made out of me. I love you for the part me that you bring out, for the sons that you have given me… I love you for putting up with me and for drawing out all of the light that I didn't even know I had inside. I love you because you are helping me to make of the dreams of my life a reality," Jack murmured before folding it and looking at me intensely. "Out of the words of my every day not a reproach but a song- yes, a love song."

"You are one of my most precious gifts from God, my hope and everlasting joy. You are everything that's good and pure and true and I worship you with my mind, body and soul. How blessed I am to be able to say that you are mine, to be able to love and cherish you for the rest of my days. I vow to always put you first in my life, always be there to comfort you in your sorrow and rejoice with you in your victories. May our hearts and very breath become one as we unite this day as husband and wife. I love you Jackson Mercer," I vowed, smiling before I leaned in to kiss him once more.

We were pronounced husband and wife, kissing passionately as the applause and cheers became deafening.

When it was our time to have a moment to ourselves Liam and Ethan accompanied us, Jack watching their hands locked around my own.

"So this is normal life," he asked, sitting down on a bench.

I laughed and shook my head, watching the boys as they ran around like little terrors. "There is nothing normal about our life Jack. Your band is on its way up and we're two killers who just got married and are raising two little boys. But none of that matters, its perfect- you're perfect," I replied as I cupped his cheek in my hand. For a few moments, it seemed like there was nothing else in the world but us two, Jack's spirit seeming to show itself to me for the first time in our life together. Scarred and broken in some places, the overwhelming strength and love his soul exuded made all the bad parts dimmed in comparison. Sure he was human- and he definitely had his faults- but to me, he was just as I had told him.

Perfect.

The twins protested as we kissed and I began to giggle, Jack glaring playfully at his sons. "What are you whining about," he growled out, Ethan grinning back at him. "When you kiss mommy its gross!"

"Well, I've done much worse," Jack murmured as he charged at the boys with a menacing look on his face. They split into two different directions and Jack looked at me, the both of us going off after Liam and Ethan. I caught Ethan and tickled him nearly to death, Trish deciding to come away from where she was laughing with Bobby and help me in the torture.

"Got the other one!"

Jack brought Liam to where Ethan and I were and joined us in the torture of our sons. Trish and I left them to tussle, the twins ganging up on my new husband. "They're cute at that age, huh," I asked, speaking more of Jack than Ethan or Liam. She grinned and shook her head, looking back over her shoulder at Bobby as she rested her hand on her rounding stomach, "I think when they get older, they get more and more fun- you can do more stuff with 'em."

"Looks like you and Bobby had too much fun," I replied before laughing.

"Like you and Jack don't."

When everyone began to demand our first dance, I held my hand out for Jack to take, his eyes instead becoming dark. "What's the matter," I questioned quietly, stepping towards him. Jack looked at our guests before turning to me, his expression even though not blank. "The only thing I wanted on our wedding day was to be able to dance with my wife. I'm not sure I can," he replied through his teeth.

I looked at him tenderly and shook my head, walking over to Jack. I wrapped my arms around his neck, inhaling his smoky scent. "Oh honey…"

We walked underneath the sheeted canopy where all of our guests were waiting and smiled, clearing my throat, "Give me your hand Jack."

Jack did and I reached up to lace my arm around his neck, pressing my head to his shoulder. We moved, my fiance following my lead as the music began to play in the background. It was like the whole world disappeared as I stood in his arms, Jack's face turned downwards to my own, love and passion wavering between us.

"I have a wedding present for you," I whispered, Jack raising an eyebrow. "I'm pregnant."