A/N: OMG this story is almost over! I'm serious, after this chapter, it's all over, I wanna thank all the people who've read this story and kept reviewing, reviews really motivate me to keep writing. I've had this chapter written for a while, even the epilogue, I hope you all like it once I get there. You guys are so awesome, let me know what you think, it was really fun writing this story and getting it done, now I don't have to think or worry about it while I'm on vacation with my family, I've had this story idea on my mind since August after the real Simpsons Guy crossover came out on TV. So once more, Read & Review and I'll see you at the end of this chapter! If you want a sequel, let me know, just know that it might take me a while to get there... Anyway, enough of my boring author's note, let's finish this sucker!


Meg and Bart had a wonderful wedding reception. Meg's family was not invited, so Abe decided to be the one to walk Meg down the asile and give her to Bart. Reverend Lovejoy smiled fondly to the young couple about to be married.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to join Bartholomew Jojo Simpson and Megan Griffin in holy matrimomy..." the church man started the speech.

Marge was nearly crying and Homer held her, gently patting her on the back. He assured her that it was going to be all okay. Lisa was a bridesmaid, Maggie was the flower girl, and Milhouse and Neil were groomsmen.

"Do you, Bart take Meg to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Lovejoy asked the groom.

Bart sniffled with a smile. "I do."

"And do you, Meg, take Bart to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Lovejoy then asked the bride.

Meg looked like she was about to cry with tears of joy as her face was glowing with pride as it looked like her hopes and dreams could live on once more. "I do."

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife," Lovejoy finally said with a weary smile. "You may kiss the bride."

Bart gushed as he grabbed the veil gently and lifted it over his wife's face, then kissed her. Meg kissed back, a tear rolling down her cheek. The crowd happily clapped and cheered as the wedding bells in the church rang with pride. Bart and Meg came up to their high-towered white cake with both mini figures of themselves on the tippy top. They saw the cake, then looked back to their friends and family cheering and having fun with and for them. Meg now understood that was weddings were the happiest days of many womens' lives.

"Hey, Meg, it's about time for you to toss your bouquet." Bart nudged his new wife with a smile.

"You're right." Meg smiled, she then turned herself around and tossed her flowers in the air and they landed into Lisa's hands.

"Wow, what luck!" Lisa felt pleased.

"I was hopin' they'd land at ya." Meg winked with a smile.

Lisa laughed then.

"Boring," Maggie rolled her eyes. "Can we have cake now?"

"Maggie, don't be rude, Meg has to cut the cake first!" Homer scolded slightly.

"Right." Marge agreed with her husband and smiled to him for being mature about it.

"Sorry, Maggie, here, I'll save you a nice big slice," Meg smiled, then went to the cake. "Ready, Bart?"

"Ready, babe." Bart smiled as he was going to help her.

The crowd clapped and cheered as the bride and groom cut the cake and handed slices to all their guests. Except for the top. It was a tradition to freeze that part of the cake for a year and eat it on the first anniversary.


"Wonder what mini Meg and mini Bart taste like?" Maggie asked herself as she held the bride and groom figure, then licked it and smiled. "Mm... Marzipan!" she smiled, then drooled as she kept eating it.

"She takes after Homer alright." Bart chuckled at his baby sister.

"Hey, look at that." Meg pointed ahead.

Bart and Meg looked over.

"Well, Lisa, it looks as though you've caught the bridal bouquet," Neil smiled to the lead bridesmaid. "Who do you suppose is gonna pop the question on ya?"

"I dunno," Lisa shrugged honestly with a smile. "If Milhouse hadn't gone back to Samantha Stankey, I'd suspect him. I don't know why he even had a crush on me, I mean, if I were the older sibling and Bart and Milhouse were younger, it'd be typical."

"Yeah, I know what you mean... But since you're available, I was wondering..." Neil reached into his suit pocket and took out a tiny black box, getting down on one knee and popped it open to reveal an onyx gemed engagement ring. "Lisa Marie Simpson, will you marry me?"

Lisa gasped in surprise. "N-Neil, are you serious?"

"As a heart attack," Neil smiled honestly back to her. "So, will you?"

Lisa sniffled, then was so happy on the inside, she squeezed him into a tight hug. "Yes, Neil Goldman, I WILL marry you!"

Neil smiled as he held her and felt accomplished. He gave a thumb's up to Bart who then smiled and gave one back to him.

"What was that all about?" Meg asked her husband.

"Oh, you know... Neil's been crazy about Lisa ever since Milhouse went back to Samantha and she had no one else," Bart smiled. "I decided to give him a helping hand."

"I never would imagine having Neil at my wedding, but it's so great that things worked out." Meg smiled.

"And I would never imagine loving you like I do now." Bart kissed her again with a sweet smile.


A while after the ceremony, things were winding down.

Homer cleared his throat as he stood up and clinked his wine glass with a fork, getting everyone's attention. "Excuse me, everybody, I have something to say," he smiled to the crowd. "Well, I would like to thank you all for coming to my boy's wedding... You know, with Bart being bad since he was conceived... I thought he'd be just getting out of prison about now."

This made a few of the guests laugh.

"But he's not, he's starting a whole new chapter in the storybook of his life," Homer smiled as he continued. "He's now married to a very lovely girl who grew into a lovely woman despite having an unloving family. I've been there... My mother was barely around and my father was a bad parent to me, and I hope Bart doesn't make the same mistake if he and Megan should have their own children. Bottom-Line... Happy Wedding Day to Bart and Meg and many more, to the bride and groom." he raised his glass.

"To the bride and groom!" the guests cheered back.

Everyone took a drink then.


After the ceremony, Bart and Meg said goodbye to everyone as they raced out the church together, their arms linked together. Maggie and her friends were throwing rice to them as it was traditional to weddings. Bart and Meg smiled, then they got into their honeymoon limo and went to drive off together with cans tied to the bumper, clanging and clicking against the rode as they took their ride to their vacation of endless love and marriage. Marge, Homer, and Maggie were going to look after little Shane for the happy couple until they would return for him and come back as Mr. and Mrs. Bart Simpson. This was very exciting for everybody.


That night, Bart and Meg were at the romantic hotel that Sideshow Bob took Bart's Aunt Selma out on their honeymoon before trying to kill her. Of course, Bart wouldn't do the same thing since he intentionally loved Meg and everything about her. Bart was now in a dark midnight blue robe and he was reading a magazine by his light.

"Hey, big boy~..." Meg's voice greeted seductively.

Bart looked up from his magazine and was surprised to see Meg dressed in black leather lingerie with fishnet stockings, gloves, a whip and a pair of handcuffs. "Ay, carumba!" he cried, in delightful surprise for one of the few times he exclaimed that.

"You said you'd want another child someday..." Meg smiled lustfully. "Why not a time like tonight?"

Bart grinned. "I was hoping you'd ask that."

"Ditch the PJ's and let's make a baby." Meg laughed a little.

Bart opened up his robe to reveal he was all comando. No boxer shorts, no shirt, not even socks. "What PJ's?" he chuckled.

"Oh, my..."

"Oh, baby!"

Meg jumped for Bart on their bed, then they started to make-out, sounding a little aggressive. Both were moaning and panting, Meg already felt her hormones taking over as she was going to have a lot of fun with Bart. The best part was that her family had no idea where she was, so she never had to worry about interruptions or anything embarrassing that would drive Bart away like any other boyfriend Meg tried to have. Bart even managed to wiggle Meg out of her dominatrix get up and they had fun without the lust toys and fell asleep on top of each other well into the next morning.

It felt so perfect the way they finished. Bart was lying back with his hands behind his head with a smile while Meg also smiled and was lying on top of him, nearly burying her face into his chest. The room window was opened just a crack and a bird came to the ledge and sang a song for them with its tweety chirps.


Bart yawned and looked down to Meg. "Good morning, Mrs. Simpson."

Meg giggled and looked up to him then. "Good morning, Mr. Simpson."

"How'd you sleep?"

"The best I ever had..."

"I said sleep, not the sex." Bart laughed a little.

Meg scoffed, but smiled to him still.