I am so so sorry for the long wait. I know it seemed like an eternity. But I promise you this week this story will be finished. It's this chapter below for you to enjoy. Plus one more and a little epilogue. I will have up the other regular chapter hopefully by tomorrow. I say hopefully because I have to go out of town Wednesday and Thursday, so I'm not sure if I manage to the it uploaded tomorrow.

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Thanks to Ann!

Chapter 52

Wyatt took a deep breath turning around towards the aisle where his wife was walking down, led by his brother. The blonde had to admit, Rachel looked beautiful. He still wished himself away from this scenery for a moment. Even went so far as to wish it was the other way round, though he didn't imagine Chris would marry again for a long time. Rachel stopped next to him. She was probably nervous as well because she looked slightly scared. Wyatt had never seen her unsure of the wedding for one moment. It would be the perfect time for them to have a real talk about the whole thing instead of all the planning they had been doing for the last weeks. They had never talked about what it meant to be married just about how it would be to marry. Then minister, an elderly man that was starting balding, began his speech.

Wyatt knew he should be listening. Maybe it had been a bad idea, though, that they hadn't made their own vows. But a look towards Rachel showed him that she wouldn't be able to talk as she was already crying.

"I can't believe she is already crying, seriously. It was her idea after all," Chris whispered towards the front row of chairs where the family was seated. He shrugged when his mother scolded him with one of her popular glares. "What? It's true."

"It is romantic. So, keep it down, will you," Piper hissed. "Moreover, I think she is only tired after all the planning and running around."

Chris smirked at his mom but stopped immediately when she turned back to him.

"I wished I had been at your wedding," Piper whispered patting her son's knee.

"Are you sure you want to rush this so quickly?" the old minister asked. "I mean don't you want to have your friends with you or family, parents with you?"

Kat looked at Chris. "No, we decided that it was better this way."

"We don't have a lot of family, so that's fine," Chris said.

"Yes. We are just building up our own family."

"I understand," the middle aged man replied. "Okay, if you really thought about it. A marriage should be a commitment, lasting a lifetime and it's not an easy decision to make. Do you have a best man or bridesmaid at all?"

"No, we are on our own. I know we need witnesses but we were hoping you could help us out," Kat explained.

"Well, you are lucky me and my family are available for the whole day. How about I tell my wife and she will help you to change in my daughter's room. We work on the formalities a moment and we meet again in the church in an hour."

Chris sighed. He'd rather have it over soon that way they had less time to think about the huge mistake they were making. But it was really nice of the minister and his family to be part of it. His kids didn't seem too happy to play along but they didn't complain.

Chris looked around the rather small church stopping at Jesus on the cross. He wasn't a believer in God. At least, God never seemed to play a role in his life but right now he couldn't help but feeling calmer that they were in this holy building instead of a chapel in Las Vegas which had been his idea.

"You maybe want to talk to your … fiancé. She seems to be having some issues. She's just outside the church," the minister's wife said. She was a nice woman with a big heart and a big stomach. "I think she needs some help."

"I thought you weren't allowed to see your bride or something like that," Chris said sighing.

"Talk to her through the door, then," her motherly tone didn't allow any more comments and the 18 year old did what she told him.

Kat stood on the last stair leading into the building crying.

"Perfect timing for second thoughts," Chris told her. "Those people are wasting their afternoon for us, so shouldn't we at least try to be polite and get started?"

"Do you think this is funny?"

"No. I think this is the worst mistake of my life but I at least have to guts to do it."

"I also have the guts to do it and I don't think it's the worst mistake of our life. Maybe it's a mistake but maybe not."

"Then what's the problem?"

"Don't you know the rules? I need to have something new. My shoes are new. Something borrowed; I got the necklace from the minister's wife and something old. Here, my grandmothers barrett. Now, I'm missing something blue."

Chris frowned. "What?"

"What kind of start to a marriage is it when I don't have the essentials?"

"Essentials? That's some stupid tradition a crazy bride has made up to make her groom crazier. Do you really think if you have those 4 things, you'll have a happy marriage?"

"No, but it's a sign. Don't you think it's a sign?"

"Okay. So, what? We don't marry?"

"I don't know."

"This was all your fabulous idea. I never said I had to marry you. You said we had to because of your family. And probably mine as well. I'd say we marry or you make up a different plan within 30 seconds because I am ready."

"Can you just marry someone you don't love?"

"Yes."

"Well, maybe I can't. That's not what I dreamed of when I was a little girl."

"Yes, you know how it is with dreams? You wake up eventually." Kat played with the sleeve of her dress and looked down.

Chris stared at her a moment. "Kat…" She raised her head staring at him questioningly. "You have something blue, girl." She frowned. "Your eyes are blue."

"May I have the rings please?" the minister asked and Josh jumped from his chair immediately. He thought it was really boring to listen to the man but he had to know when it was his time to bring the rings. His grandfather gave him the little pillow and the 4 year walked towards his uncle and Rachel happily all the while hoping he wouldn't stumble. When he arrived safely, he held the rings up and waited for Rachel and Wyatt to take them. He smiled at the minister brightly and the older man smiled back. Suddenly Josh realized no one had told him what to do when his little pillow was empty and they had the rings.

"Should I go back to my seat now?" he asked innocently looking up to his father.

Chris took him by the shoulders. "Wait."

"Is it almost over?" Josh didn't want to stand in front of everybody for so long.

Rachel sniffed and glared first at Chris and then at Josh for interrupting.

"Hey, it was your idea," Chris hissed.

"If I had known…"

Wyatt coughed stopping Rachel. "Can we?"

"Absolutely."

The minister looked back and forth between the three young people in front of him before taking up his speech again.

Josh sighed relieved when finally everyone was standing up their chairs applauding while Wyatt and Rachel kissed after the minister allowed them to. "Did I do everything right?" he asked.

Chris bent down to him. "The best ring bearer ever."

"Can I keep that?" He showed his father the small velvet pillow.

"Sure."

"Now, how was it standing in the front?" Amy asked smirking.

"I was glad to stand on this side," Chris replied. "What do you think about all this?"

"I think it's a perfect wedding." The blond girl looked around eyeing all the flowers. "Not really my style, though. I don't like perfect."

"Good for me, I guess."

"We'll see. I have to congratulate the couple."

"Hey, shouldn't I be hiding somewhere?" Wyatt asked entering his brother's room where he had found him a second ago.

"I'm not hiding," Chris replied. "I'm just taking a break from all the happy people down there."

"I know what you mean. I should be one of them. But I think you should know that your girlfriend is dancing with grandpa and you know how charming he can be. I don't want you to lose her again to a man who is almost a billion years old."

"Really thoughtful. I'll be back in a second to rescue Amy. Or grandpa. I'm not too sure about that."

Wyatt moved deeper into the room sitting down on the bed opposite Chris who was sitting in an armchair with a box of photos in his lap. "What are you doing?"

"I'm just searched for a photo." He gave it to Wyatt who looked at it a moment in silence.

"Good, you look so young."

"Thanks."

"When was this taken?"

"On my wedding day which happens to be tomorrow by the way."

Wyatt frowned. "Really? I didn't know."

"And what would you have done if you had known?"

Wyatt shrugged. "Maybe waited a week more or something."

"That's ridiculous. So, now, are you happy? Are you ready to spend the rest of your life together with Rachel? Do you hate me so much?"

Wyatt grinned. "Sometimes. But I think it was really mature and nice that you walked with her."

"She busted me. I really hope no one took pictures."

Before Wyatt could answer a little whirlwind ran into the room. "Daddy, can I change my clothes and go outside playing with Henry?"

"But you guys come back for dinner, okay?"

Josh nodded. He took a look at the photo his uncle had placed on the covers of the bed. "That's my mommy," he pointed out like Wyatt wouldn't know.

Chris took the picture back. "You see that was me and your mom when we got married like Uncle Wyatt today."

Josh went to his father's side and looked at the picture again then back at his uncle. "Why don't you wear fancy clothes?"

"Because we didn't want to have a celebration like the one today. We had no guests and a big cake and everything. It was just me and your mom and a minister."

"But that is boring. When you marry Amy, we have a cake and fancy clothes, okay?"

Chris shrugged. "We'll see."

Josh decided it was the best he could get and left the room again.

Wyatt stood up as well. "Come on, let's face the world again."

A world full of marshmallows, Chris thought, when he watched the people getting food from the buffet, talking and laughing like they had no sorrows at all.

"What do you think about Pru's new boyfriend Aaron?" Wyatt asked.

"He's a geek."

"Absolutely."

"But if she likes him, we should respect that."

"That's true."

The two brothers watched their little cousin dancing close to a slim blonde boy. They were talking while dancing and joking around. Aaron made some fancy moves and Wyatt and Chris screwed up their faces simultaneously. Both hid their hands when thye waved slightly making Aaron fall down instead of only stumbling.

"Did you…?" Chris asked his brother.

"Two idiots, one brain, right?" Wyatt grinned. Prue glared at them and they shrugged innocently. "Excuse me, my wife's looking at me angrily."

"Now, I know that you don't like weddings but aren't you happy that your brother is happy?" Phoebe asked.

"I do like weddings. Just not this one. But of course I'm happy that Wyatt is happy as long as I am happy. When I'm not happy I'm usually happy when Wyatt is happy."

Phoebe frowned. "What?"

"Don't worry, Aunt Phoebe. Everything is fine."

"Good. Then please come and dance with me."

"It was really nice of the minister to invite us to stay for dinner," Chris said while they drove towards their hotel.

"Yes, that was nice." Kat looked out of the window. "They were really cool about everything."

"That's true."

They stayed silent. "What are we doing now?" Chris asked.

"Go back to the hotel."

"I don't know, shouldn't we be doing something more special? Like getting some champagne or something."

"Do you have money?" Kat asked. Chris didn't answer. "But I would go dancing."

"And where should we go? Do you know any place?"

The blonde woman shrugged. "No." She sounded disappointed.

Chris watched the traffic in the rear mirror before stopping at the side of the street.

"Something wrong with the car?" Kat asked.

Chris walked around the car opening the door for her. The radio played an old slow song. "Let's dance."

"Here? In the middle of nowhere?"

"Why not?" Chris held out his hand. Kat hesitated a moment but took it eventually. The 18 year old waved his hand and little blue lights started to swirl around them.

The music stopped. The leader of the band took the microphone. "And now, it's time for some people to congratulate the couple. First, of course the best man."

Chris glared at his brother. "No way. We had a deal. No speech."

"Okay then go over there and tell everyone," Wyatt replied.

"No problem."

"No, wait," Wyatt grabbed his brother. He was sure Chris would indeed tell all the guests. "Come on, three words."

"Yes, baby, go." Phoebe pushed him towards the little stage they had built in the garden.

Chris stumbled towards it. The singer of the band handed him the microphone. "Just great," the 22 year old muttered to the guests he said:

"I think I'm the worst person to talk about 'love' and 'marriage' but I'll try. I remember a song. A really old song and I remember it that well because it was playing in the radio and I was dancing to it with a young woman that unfortunately can't be with us tonight, the day we were married. She had deserved a party like this. She really loved to party. But you sometimes don't get what you want. You have to make the best out of whatever it is that you have. It says that love has many faces. It can be deep friendships, your children. You can feel love by the words of strangers and of course in your relationship. It says "You can't deny the joy it brings, when you find that special thing". The special thing is of course love. What they don't say is that this joy can only be through hard work and even hurt sometimes. It is no fun, that's life and life is work and it's also painful sometimes. Anyway, I guess there will be days when you hate each other or want to hurt your partner, but I really hope those days will be less and the hours when you are content and happy will outbalance. Everyone has to try to find his own kind of love. I feel loved when I made the same mistake the millionth time and still get a second chance. Or a new start. It's really hard to find that one person, that accepts all your mistakes and admits he or she has some as well. To Rachel and Wyatt, you guys know how I think about this and it is not because I despise marriage, like you want to call it. It's because I haven't seen this deep love between you yet. But I hope you prove me I'm wrong."

Rachel glared at her new brother in law angrily when he walked back to the couple. She crossed her arms over her chest. "You had to be a smart ass and ruin this day for me, didn't you?"

"This was the best I got. Moreover, it doesn't matter if this day is ruined or not. All the other's that will come are important. It is not about a nice party. It's about honesty and love. Even I understood that."

Amy sat down the first step leading to the Manor turning around to face her boyfriend who sat on the step above.

"Remind me, that if we ever happen to have a wedding, we don't write our own vows unless I write yours. I don't want you to call me a bitch in front of everybody," she told Chris.

"I never called anyone a bitch. And I think it was a really positive speech. They can still change," the 22 year old replied. "I just can't help but think even though my wedding day sucked we had a better marriage than these two will ever imagine. Isn't that sad?"

"No, I think you both wanted it to work, that's the major difference. You have to stop thinking that you ruined her life. We are all responsible for ourselves."

"I know. But she gave me the most important thing in my life and I did nothing for her. She deserved better. We deserved better."

"And you will have better." Amy took his hand. "That's a promise. Although, I have a feeling like you think it's a threat." She stood up straightening her dress. "I'll go back to celebrating and I want you to join me in 5 minutes because we haven't danced yet."

She kissed Chris on the cheek. "And one day you tell me about her. When it doesn't hurt so much anymore."

"And when will that be?"

"It doesn't matter. We have time."

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