Lulu sat in one of the few passenger seats on the private Quartermaine jet that would take them to Las Vegas, waiting for her brother to show up with Emily. Dillon was toward the captain's quarters, his head bent as he spoke on his cell phone. Curious about the conservation, she sauntered up behind him, wrapping her arms around his narrow waist.

"She looks beautiful, Laura, and I can't wait until we get back. We'll come see you tomorrow, I promise. You'll be the first person we tell other than Em and Lucky," he said. "I have to go now, but I'll see you soon."

Hanging up the phone, he turned around in her loose embrace and smiled at her sweetly. Her eyes were questioning, wondering how he could have been talking to her mother. Without her having to ask, he searched for the best way to explain it to her. "After your mom had the relapse last fall, I went to see the doctors. They told me that the more company she had, the better off she would be. I knew that I wouldn't be able to see her every day, so I convinced them to install an answering machine in her room. That way, I could call and she could hear my voice. It may seem silly; your mom didn't even really know me. But calling her somehow always made me feel connected to you, even when you couldn't stand to be in the same room as me."

A lone tear fell down her cheek, and she knew that if she hadn't already been committed to marrying him, this would have changed it for her. Smiling up at him, she cocked her face to the left slightly and shook her head. "Just when I think I know everything there is to know about you…Why didn't you ever tell me that?"

"It never seemed important," he shrugged dismissively. "It was something I did for your mother and for myself. It really wasn't about you directly. I just wanted a way to support her because I knew how important to you she was."

"Knew how important who was?" Emily bubbled excitedly as she led Lucky onto the plane. Handing her luggage to her boyfriend to be stowed in the overhead department, she fell into a heap on the seat across from her cousin.

"No one," he assured her before walking back toward his own seat, leaving Lulu alone and confused in the aisle. Lucky slipped by her, resting his hand on the small of her back. They both looked over at the blonde Quartermaine, the air pregnant with awkward anticipation. "You should both take your seats. We'll be lifting off soon."

Lulu took her seat as instructed, meticulously going through the ritual of securing her seatbelt. Emily and Dillon both looked at home, long accustomed to traveling by private jet to wherever they choose. For Lucky and Lulu, the idea of even traveling in first class was foreign. She watched as Emily happily accepted a glass of sparkling water from the lone flight attendant. Lucky reached over and covered her hand comfortably. She admired the ease that was between her brother and his girlfriend. She wondered if anyone looked at her and Dillon in the same glowing light.

Dillon glanced at her nervously and noticed her eyes on the other couple. Leaning forward, he felt that this was probably the best time to put his thoughts out there. Taking her hand gently in his, he vocally regarded his soon-to-be brother-in-law. "Lucky, I know that you far from approve of what Lulu and I are doing, but I want to thank you for being here," he said. "We're going to be family, and I hope that we can start on the right foot. And for Lu's sake, I hope that you can be happy for us."

Lucky wanted to argue with him, to point out that they were technically already family or to say that it would be in name only. However, as he noticed his sister's shining blue eyes, he knew that it no longer mattered if he objected. Lulu was going to do this, and it was up to him to support his sister in one of the most important decisions she had ever made. He had failed her greatly during the abortion, too wrapped up in his own feelings to be able to be there for her. He owed her this one, to simply love her no matter what her choice was. "I will do whatever my sister needs me to do. Her happiness is all that matters here to me."

"Do you really mean that?" she asked quietly, slowly lifting her gaze from the tacky carpet to meet his. He nodded confidently. Automatically, unbuckling her belt, she flew the short distance across the plane to embrace her brother. He laughed as she squeezed him tightly, reminiscent of her teasing hugs when they were much younger. "You are the best big brother I could ever ask for. Just don't tell Nikolas I said that."

"The fact that I'm your favorite will be our little secret," he assured her teasingly. "Now, sit back down next to Dillon and explain to me what you want at your wedding. We might be doing this in Vegas, but it doesn't mean that we can't bring a little class to the affair."

"The only thing I really care about is the fact that you three are going to be there," she proclaimed, looking from Lucky to Emily to Dillon. "I want you to walk me down the aisle, and Em, I'd be honored if you would stand as my witness."

She grinned happily, looping her arm through Lucky's. "Of course, I would be honored," she agreed. "I took the liberty of calling ahead to a hotel that owes the family a few favors. The entire ceremony should be taken care of by the time we get there. I've even managed to get my hands on two dresses and two tuxedos."

"You thought of everything," Lucky said proudly, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I know that this isn't exactly what you had in mind, but I'm glad that I'm going to be there. I just wish that Mom could be there with us."

Dillon looked into Lulu's eyes and saw a glimmer of Laura in there. "Something tells me she will be," he professed, squeezing his bride's hand affectionately. "We called over to the hospital to her room and left her a message. Hopefully, somewhere in everything that is going on in there, she managed to hear it. We're going to go by there as soon as we return to Port Charles, just before her family session."

"Speaking of which, you know that Nikolas is going to be hurt when he finds out that I didn't tell him," Lulu muttered to Lucky. "He won't understand why I had to tell one and not the other. I'm not even sure I understand."

Lucky looked at his sister and saw a feeling that only the two of them could understand. "You know why, and I know why, Lu. You don't have to feel guilty about anything. You didn't do anything wrong. I promise I won't let the family give you a hard time about this. We will celebrate it for the joyful occasion that it is."

"And I will handle the Quartermaine clan," Emily promised. "Most of them listen to me, though I'm not sure why. Grandfather's tirade won't last too long once he sees me in the room. He sees too much of Grandmother in me to stay angry."

"Except Tracey," Lulu pointed out. "That one is going to be Dillon's responsibility because he is the only one who has even a chance of getting through to her."

"I don't know, Lu, my mother has seemed to form some kind of affection for you," he reminded her. "I mean, your sparring with her has been severely limited lately, other than the little spat about us moving in together. And even that she seems to have accepted. Besides, I'll take my mom any day so as long as I don't have to deal with Luke."

"Oh, Luke," Emily giggled. "He's certainly not going to enjoy the fact that Gumdrop married the Young Spielberg without his knowledge."

"While we're there, why don't Cowboy and Princess just get married, and we could really do him in?" Lulu teased.

Lucky put his hands up in front of his chest. "You two might be ready, but we're not there yet. Besides, I think we have a divorce that needs to become final, and I have certain obligations that include my son."

"She was just teasing, Lucky," Emily assured him. "Besides, I don't want to marry you."

"You don't want to marry me?" he asked, visibly hurt.

"Not on the fly," she soothed. "I want to have Grandfather there so that he can see just how entwined this family has become with the Spencers. His reaction would be too priceless to miss."

"We are kind of all mixed up together," Dillon acknowledged. "First, my mom married Luke, which is still just really weird. Then, I got lucky and fell in love with a certain Miss Lesley Lu Spencer. And now, Emily is with Lucky."

"Two Port Charles dynasties united together. We could rule the city," Lucky laughed.

"Dad was mayor at one point," Lulu reminded him. "I bet with Tracey's money, we could buy enough votes to get him in power again. They'd make an incredible First Couple."

"Could you even imagine?" Emily giggled. "He could get an honorary spot on the hospital board. It'd be this whole thing."

"Speaking of the hospital," Lucky said, changing the subject. "How are you feeling about tomorrow? Do you think you are going to be able to do it?"

"Dillon is going to be there, and you're going to be there. It'll be just like having dinner at Aunt Bobbie's. I'm going to pretend that it's Thanksgiving, and we're all fighting for control of the conversation. Besides, if I can make it through dinner at the Q's, I'm pretty sure I can stand anything. I've made it through a lot worse, after all."

"That's my girl," Dillon smiled.

"Dillon, I should be telling you thank you for what you have done for my sister. She has told me more than once that she wouldn't have been able to get through this without you. My family owes you a lot for your love and support of Lulu."

"Lulu is everything, and I am nothing. She has gotten through this on her own. I've been lucky enough to be able to remind her of her own ever-present strength. Every time she feels defeated, I remind her that she is a Spencer…"

"And the Spencers can survive anything!" Lucky and Lulu bellowed in unison.

"Please don't go through the rules," Emily pleaded.

"Ah, the infamous rules," Dillon chuckled.

"You two are lucky to be privy to our rules. They have gotten our family through situations that the Quartermaines can't even begin to imagine," Lulu defended. "There is nothing in the world that we can't survive."

"We're not going to have this argument again," Dillon rolled his eyes with a spark of humor and good nature. Raking his fingers through his hair, Lulu smiled as the spikes sprung back to life.

She reached up and brushed her fingertips over the ends lightly, happy that he had found himself again. While she could have still loved the slick businessman he became after the abortion, it was this version of him that she most loved. With his faded jeans and distressed tees, he was the dreamy director she had been genuinely crazy about since last summer. Kissing him softly, she lowered her voice so that only he could hear. "I love you."

"Love you," he avowed, kissing her again. Exchanging a few short kisses, they soon heard Lucky clear his throat. Looking up, he wiped his mouth embarrassed. "Sorry."

Emily pressed the side of her head against Lucky's. "No, we understand. Even if Lucky is acting like this, he can't keep his hands off of me."

"That is not true. It's actually the other way around."

"Uh huh, sure, we believe you," Lulu drawled sarcastically. Lucky looked up at her incredulously before the four of them erupted into peals of laughter. It was shaping up to be the perfect wedding, the perfect night, the perfect life…