Epilogue:MAC
"I'm not sure I'll be able to move ever again." Dick whines from the bed, spread across it languidly, like he's just been poured out across the dark covers.
He's looking up at her, he always whines when they do the thing she likes, she hadn't even asked for it this time though. He had offered up and there was no way she was going to say no.
She opens the closet and there's that bright white spot at the back of the closet, a promise.
She runs her fingers across the fabric again. Whenever she's mad at him she'll sit in the closet and let the silk and lace and crunchy under skirts of the wedding dress remind her that she loves him more than she would ever love anyone else.
He was the one for her and she knew that she loved him in the way that she always drank that terrible coffee he made for her in the morning, how she had stayed with him that entire time he had been vomiting out his insides after his trip to Mexico with Bandit rather than letting him wallow in misery like she wanted to, in the way that nights without him just felt wrong.
She looks back at him, running her fingers over the ring. It's beautiful and a little too big, but the way it feels on her finger, a little heavy and cold, is absolutely perfect.
"You sure you want to be my husband?" There's a quake in her voice and it seems to force Dick to sit up.
"I've been sure for a long time." There's a soft, small smile on his face. Private, for her, only, always, forever.
"Okay, so we are really doing this then."
"Yeah."
She rushes back to the bed and wraps her arms around Dick and he does the same, his arms locked around her like they plan to spend the rest of eternity like this and it wouldn't be such a bad place as far as she's concerned.
He pulls them back so they are lying on the bed again, and they sort out all that needs sorting.
Next month.
Next month she will be Mrs. Cindy Casablancas and in spite of how cutesy it is, she absolutely adores it.
She knows Veronica loves her because she helps her put those stupid garters on, and only complains a little bit about how she could have at least waited a few weeks until she didn't look like she was smuggling a watermelon under her dress.
She feels pretty damned loved that Parker only complains, in half-mumbles to Veronica, about having to partner with.
It's a small affair, her immediate family, her grandma flew in from the east coast for this, and Dick's mom is surrounded by a tangle of frat brothers on their best behavior.
They had hoped that Dick's mom wouldn't be able to make it, they had moved up the date twice to keep Big Dick out of the picture. Dick wasn't ready for that mess yet and she wasn't going to push.
Dick's mother took a red eye from Vienna without telling them and had shown up, thankfully alone.
She hadn't talked to anyone yet, but all that family drama is forgotten when she looks at the end of the narrow aisle they've created in their backyard.
Dick has always been attractive, but every so often he pulled off striking, as well, and this is one of those times.
Brief words are spoken between Dick and Veronica, but all he does is roll his eyes and pat her on the stomach.
"Sam..." Dick's voice is thick and he better not cry because if he starts she won't be able to keep it together.
"Son." Her father unwraps her arm from his and kisses her quick on the cheek. He's extra happy about this whole thing; she had seen money exchanged between him and her mother earlier.
Dick holds her hands tight and she has to ask the Justice to repeat himself. She only makes it halfway through her vows before she looks up at Dick and finds him crying.
"You big weirdo, I'm the one that's supposed to cry." She tells him softly, pulling an ancient blue and white handkerchief out of her dress and whips his eyes, "Now get a hold of yourself or Logan is never going to let you-" her voice cracks and she can't finish the words. She can see Logan's hand on Dick's shoulder and as Dick takes the handkerchief from her and dabs at her own eyes carefully Veronica has moved so that their legs are touching.
"Can we hurry this up, please. I just want to be your husband already."
They try terribly to pull themselves back together, voices wrecked and shaking through the vows.
He's found his home with her, his family, and when he promises to learn to make better coffee the strangest little laughing cry falls out of her.
They exchange rings, this one solid and plain and complimenting the heavy rock on her finger like he compliments her, like she him.
He kisses her like no one's watching, not hot and heavy like she had been worried about, but in a way that she's sure has tied their souls together forever. When he pulls back he presses a quick kiss against her lips before whispering.
"You wear them like you promised?" His eyes dart down to her legs.
"Of course I did."
"I love you so much."
"Yeah, I kind of figured that out."
The Justice puts a hand on their shoulders and turns them to the party.
'I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Casablancas.
End