The morning sun filtered through the window across the room as Will woke from a deep, restful sleep. Shifting beneath the sheets, he moved closer to Alicia's sleeping body, wrapping his arm gently around her middle. Being here in the place where they'd first sealed their marriage, had brought on an onslaught of memories from twenty years ago. All the fun and excitement mixed with the little bit of chaos their mothers had created. The wedding had been wonderful. But once it was over and he and Alicia were on their way to their honeymoon, it had almost felt rushed.

It wouldn't be that way this time. The number of guests that would be attending today was less than half the number they'd had the first time. Instead of being separated from her the night before the wedding and taken out to celebrate his, last night of freedom, as his groomsmen had teased over and over again, he'd fallen asleep next to her. Last time around he hadn't even seen Alicia the day of the wedding until she walked down the aisle. Waking up with her in his arms right here was far better than waking up alone one floor down from her.

Snuggling closer to her, he remembered thinking back then as she'd walked down the aisle, how much he loved her, how beautiful she was, how perfect they were together. He couldn't have imagined loving her any more than he had that day. He thought he knew what love was back then. Lying next to her now he acknowledged he'd been clueless. The love he held for her now was endless, stronger than anything he could have imagined twenty years ago. His heart was so full of love and devotion to her that sometimes it felt like they shared the same soul. Almost as if they were one person. The thrilling thought that passed through his mind in that quiet moment was that he knew that twenty years from now he'd love her even more. The thought was mind boggling. And when they were old and gray he hoped desperately he'd pass on before she did. Because he knew he was incapable of living without her.

Beginning to wake, she slowly turned to face him, meeting his gaze with her sleepy hazel eyes. Before saying a single word, she stretched her neck and kissed his lips, then settled into his embrace.

"What time is it?" she asked, closing her eyes again.

"I don't know." He turned his head, shifting beneath her so he could press soft kisses to her face and neck. She sighed happily holding her eyes closed.

"I'm really excited for today, Will," she said, quietly, running her hand over his shoulder.

"I'm excited too," he mumbled, against her bare skin.

Blissfully unaware of the time, and enjoying the peace and quiet in bed, they were both startled when a loud knock came to the door.

"Mom, Dad, are you guys ever coming out of there? Grandma said we have to leave in ten minutes," Grace called, from behind the door.

Alicia's eyes flew open, reaching frantically for her phone on the bed side table, as Will continued to press soft kisses to her neck. After seeing the time, she sighed, placing the phone down next to her. "Grace, tell your Uncle that wasn't funny."

Will smiled against her bare skin, as his hand moved slowly down her body.

"Just making sure you two love birds were awake," Owen called, from the hall.

"We'll be down for breakfast in a few minutes," Alicia replied. The giggling and footsteps from outside their room quickly faded.

"Is he ever going to grow up?" Alicia rolled her eyes.

Will moved on top of her. "He'll always be a big kid at heart."

Cupping his face in her hands she pressed a lingering kiss to his lips.

"We really should get up." Her hands moved to his shoulders, his eyes remained fixed on hers.

"What if I don't want to get up? What if I want to stay right here in bed with my wife for the rest of the day?"

She giggled. "You can do that tomorrow. Today you have an important date to keep. I'm not about to let that dress go to waste." She gently pushed him off her and sat up placing her feet on the plush carpet.

"We could be quick. Five minutes," he breathed against her neck, slipping his hand under her shirt.

She turned towards him, placing her hand to his cheek. "Patience, my love. Patience. I think we should wait until tonight." She pecked his lip quickly, then stood to go shower.

His eyes followed her to the bathroom. After she shut the door, he lay back, one arm behind his head. He felt like he was twenty-five again anticipating the wedding night. But he wouldn't allow that part of him to overtake the significance of the day's events that would lead up to the night his body hungered for. He already knew he'd be the one caught lost in thought during the day. Staring up at the ceiling it was already happening, his mind had quickly wandered once again back to their first wedding.

"Will," Alicia said again, poking her head around the bathroom door.

Coming out of his thoughts, he turned and looked at her. "What?"

Shaking her head with a smile she responded. "Will you grab a robe for me from the closet?"

Sitting up, he turned to face her. "Yeah, I'll bring it in in a minute."

"Thank you. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm great."

She nodded then blew him a kiss before ducking back into the bathroom.

Awhile later after checking on a few last-minute details for the ceremony, they were back in their room. She was getting her purse to head out for a salon appointment with the other women.

As she turned to leave, she caught him staring at her again. He'd been doing it all morning as if he were memorizing every single moment. But he'd been awfully quiet. Not the way he got when he was upset, but as if he was concentrating on a difficult case.

"I'll see you in a few hours." He captured her in his arms for one last lingering kiss.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she deepened the kiss.

"Alicia, we need to go." Veronica, called from the other side of the door.

Breaking the kiss, Alicia sighed pressing her forehead to his. He knew exactly what she was thinking. "In a few more hours there won't be anyone around to interrupt," he reassured her.

"I can't wait." She wanted to stay right there in the warmth of his embrace but knew she couldn't. She pulled him to her, tightening her grasp. "I love you."

Resting his chin on her shoulder, he whispered in her ear. "I love you more." Reluctantly, he let go of her. Their hands brushing as she turned to leave the room.

Hours later, alone for a few quiet minutes, she stood in front of the full-length mirror staring at her reflection. Her hair pulled back, with just a few tiny white flowers pinned to the side of the loose twist. The dress was sleeveless, with bits of detail at the bodice, the soft white fabric gathered slightly at her left hip then flowed fittingly over her slim figure pooling at her feet. It was a bit surreal to stand there in a wedding dress. Even now nearly two years since her accident, she sometimes couldn't believe the reflection that stared back at her through the mirror, so different from the sixteen-year old reflection she recalled so vividly in her mind. Her stomach fluttered with excitement as she turned slightly to get a better view of the back of the dress. She knew Will would love it. She couldn't wait to be standing next to him in it.

Taking one last look in the mirror, her thoughts turned to the dream she'd woken up from just hours before, replacing the flutters of excitement with a shiver that went down her spine.

She'd hoped desperately that being here where they'd married the first time, or putting on the dress, would spark some sort of memory from twenty years past, but it hadn't. It made her a little sad, wondering briefly if the reason Will had been so quiet all morning was that he'd been hoping the same thing and been a little disappointed when nothing had materialized.

Lost in thought she ignored the knock that came to the door, but moments later turned and smiled at the women that entered the room.

"Wow, Leesh, you look amazing!" Julia moved quickly to her side to admire the dress more closely.

"She looks like a princess," Grace said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Yes, she does," Diane said.

"He won't be able to keep his eyes off you," Julia continued.

"As if that's anything knew," Veronica added. The women all laughed, causing Alicia to blush.

Alicia stepped over to Grace. "You look like a princess too sweetie. Are you ready?"

"Yes," the eleven-year old beamed.

They all chatted for a few more minutes before being interrupted by Owen who entered the room clearing his throat.

"Excuse me ladies, but I've come to tell you it's time for everyone to take their places, and to escort the bride to the ceremony."

All eyes were on him, or rather the large bouquet of dark purple and white calla lilies in his hands. "That is if you're done doing whatever it is you all do before a wedding."

Alicia broke the silence amongst the women. "Who are the flowers for?"

"These?" He pointed to the vase in his hand. "Let's see, I got them from Zach, who came up here to get something from his room. He said he got them from his grandmother." He looked at Veronica. "His other one. Who I think got them from Will."

Alicia rolled her eyes. Owen held out the vase for her. "If I had to guess, I'd say they were for you. But maybe you should check the card."

As she went to take the flowers from her brother, there was a brief moment of dejavu, as though they'd done this before.

The women admired the flowers. Julia thought to snap a quick picture before they filed out of the room, leaving Alicia alone again. She set the vase on the table, and lifted the small envelope from the bouquet.

The note inside read,

You're the source of my joy, the center of my world. You'll always be the love of my life. My heart is and will forever, be yours.

Will

Her heart was full as she slipped the note back into the envelope, took one last look at herself in the mirror, and grabbed her bouquet before stepping out into the hall to meet Owen. All she wanted in that moment was to be with Will.

They made their way outside and headed towards the garden where the ceremony would take place. A light breeze blew as they walked in the warm late afternoon sun. Owen was talking, but her thoughts were on Will. As they got closer, music could be heard in the distance. They came around the last bend on the path before the short distance to the front of the crowd.

As a warm gust of wind blew past, the music in the background, taking in her surroundings, everything momentarily faded into the background as she caught sight of Will. She stopped walking her gaze fixed on him, but it wasn't the present version of him that briefly flashed through her mind.

Just moments before Will stood in front of the crowd next to Zach anxiously waiting. Everything seemed perfect, and strikingly similar to the way it had before with the white chairs filled with guests, the brick path Alicia would soon walk down lined with white rose pedals, the trees in the background glowing with fall colors. His mind drifted back to the day he'd married Alicia and everything that they'd been through since then. Everything from the greatest happiness to the deepest sorrow, yet they'd managed to come through it together and in one piece so to speak. The emotional realization of it all in that moment was overwhelming.

Minutes later, Grace appeared around the corner, he watched intently anticipating Alicia's arrival. The same thrill that had flooded him the moment he'd first seen her in this same spot twenty years ago, rushed through him again as he saw her making her way to him in the distance. The sight of her took his breath away.

He watched as she and Owen drew closer. His eyes focused on hers as she stopped and looked away. More than a few seconds passed, everyone watched, wondering the reason for her pause.

Only he could have guessed in that moment the reason she stood still as if time had briefly frozen. He'd witnessed it before a hundred times. He didn't know what she'd remembered, only that she'd remembered something. It must have been something good, he guessed, as her gaze slowly met his again. She smiled as a few tears slipped silently down her cheeks. As their eyes met it was his heart that momentarily stopped. He hadn't seen that look on her face in two years. He knew she loved him, she'd shown him, told him, every day for the last year. They'd fallen in love all over again, but the look on her face in that moment was one he'd longed to see without ever realizing it.

It was the look she'd given him the night of their first date right after they'd kissed for the first time, the same one she'd given him when they'd made love to each other for the first time. A look she'd held after he'd cheered her up the first time she'd really messed up at work and been chewed out by one of the partners at her firm. The same look she'd given him when he'd held her after her father had died, when he'd proposed, when they'd found out she was pregnant, and on and on and on. It was a look saved only for him. A look they shared in their most intimate moments that told him she trusted him with her life, and loved him completely, unconditionally, from the very depths of her soul. To see that look in this very moment was all he needed to live.

The audience watched, no one quite understanding what was going on between the two as a few tears fell from his own eyes. With a smile that conveyed her love for him she quickened her pace with Owen to get to him.

Standing in front of him, his hands moved to her hips. "You look absolutely beautiful," he managed.

"You're not supposed to cry," she said softly, inches from his face, reaching a finger to wipe away his few stray tears. "Because if you do, then I'll cry, and my makeup will run, and I'll look a mess." A gentle smile crossed her lips as he wiped away her tears.

He leaned closer pressing his forehead to hers. "You could never look a mess to me." Momentarily brushing aside the reason they were standing there, he continued. "Tell me...what did you remember?"

Looking up at him from under her dark lashes she reached a hand to his cheek, moving close enough so she could whisper in his ear. "You," she breathed, as her hand slowly slipped from his face, and she stood back a bit turning her attention to the ceremony.

He wondered what exactly that meant, but right now wasn't the time to get more details.

Just as the entire day had been, the ceremony wasn't rushed. They took their time exchanging vows and rings, and the kiss at the end lingered until finally Zach couldn't take it anymore and broke it up.

Later, as the sun began to fade in the distance he held her in his arms as they moved slowly across the dance floor. Eyes closed, her head rested softly against his shoulder, perfectly content to live in their own little world for the moment.

"You had flowers delivered to me before we got married, just like today, didn't you?"

"Yes. Did you remember our wedding, the first one? Is that why you looked at me the way you did today?"

They continued to move slowly to the music. "No. When Owen handed the flowers to me today, it just felt like he'd done it before."

She turned her head to meet his gaze, her hands moving to his shoulders. "I haven't recalled a single thing from that day. I may never. Earlier, when I was getting ready, I thought about that, and it disappointed me. It made me sad. I wanted to remember the beginning of us, of our marriage." A lump forming in her throat, she looked away at the crowd around her, everyone talking, dancing, enjoying the warm evening air around them.

"It doesn't matter, Leesh," he whispered, close to her ear.

"I know." Meeting his gaze, she looked deep into his eyes. "It doesn't matter because that wasn't really the beginning of us. It was just a stepping stone. One brief moment along the path that brought us to today, and that will carry us into tomorrow. The beginning was the day you finally managed to get me to look you in the eye after doing a cannonball in that pool, coming out of the water right in front of me. You'd been watching me all night. I was going to give you a piece of my mind when your head came up out of the water, but I didn't."

"Yeah, because the blonde moved in between us to hand me a towel. You remember that?"

She moved close, her arms moving from his shoulders to wrap around his neck. "No. I read that in my journal. But what I did remember today when I first saw you standing at the front of that aisle was the moment your head came out of the water and our eyes met. And that wasn't the only moment just like that that flashed through my mind in those few brief seconds this afternoon. It was like watching a slideshow. It was only images of you looking at me," A tear managed to slip from her eye in that instance. "Just like you are now, and all the stupid little doubts and hesitancies I didn't realize I'd been holding towards you were gone. I'm the one that's not allowed myself to be completely secure in our relationship."

"Leesh, that's understandable."

"Yes. But in that moment, all the insecurities washed away, and I knew I loved you completely. Even if I don't remember most of our past, I can honestly say I've loved you unconditionally with all my heart for a very, very, long time." She paused to take in a deep breath attempting to hold back more tears that were threatening. "I've loved every single moment of today, and I'll always cherish it. But it's not about the big events in our lives. It's about all the little moments put together over the years that have made our life what it is." She leaned in and pressed a warm, soft, kiss to his lips.

The evening moved along with more dancing, the cutting of the cake, and visiting with everyone.

When it was time for them to leave, they said goodbye to the kids. "You're sure you'll be all right while we're gone?" Alicia asked.

"Yes, we'll be fine Mom." Grace replied.

"Behave for your grandmothers, and don't get into too much trouble with your Aunt and Uncle. Make sure you do all your homework. I don't want to come home and find out you two have a bunch of missing assignments. And if you need to call us,"

Will chuckled, reaching for Alicia's arm to get her attention. Zach and Grace had heard this speech four times in the past two days. "They know what to do if they need us," he reassured her, taking her hand, leading her to the car beneath a shower of white rose petals being thrown from their guests.

Just after Will turned onto the main road away from the vineyard, Alicia turned to him. "Are you sure we can leave the kids for so long?"

He smiled pulling to the side of the road, then turned to face her. "Yes, I'm sure. They are in very good hands. They'll probably be having so much fun they'll barely notice we're gone." He placed his warm hands on her arms, looking right into her eyes. "Now, for the next few weeks we don't have any responsibilities. All you need to worry about is making sure we get out of our hotel room in enough time to make our flight tomorrow."

Holding his gaze, she nodded, reaching for his jacket. "How quickly can you get us to the hotel?" Her eyes wandered seductively over his body.

Heat rising through him, unable to hold the desire in any longer, it took all the self-control he had left to not make love to her right then. His hand slowly slid down her arm, moving to the gear shift. "Not quick enough," he said, pulling out onto the road again. "Definitely not quick enough."

The hotel lobby was crowded when they arrived. One person in line ahead of them, Alicia leaned close to Will.

"Everyone is staring at us."

Will quickly glanced around. "No, everyone's staring at you, wondering how a guy like me got so lucky."

She playfully slapped his arm. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"No, but it's the truth." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, placing his arm across her back to mark his territory, just to make certain the men in business suits who couldn't keep their eyes off his wife didn't get any ideas.

It was this, the first night of their honeymoon, that he'd planned and kept from her. When they entered the suite, there was trail of rose pedals on the plush carpet leading to the bedroom. Champaign and flowers like the ones he'd given her earlier were sitting on the coffee table in front of the fireplace. His eyes wandered up and down her body as she walked across the room, pulling back the curtains covering the doors that led to their private balcony.

She stood still staring out at the night, as he walked slowly to her. Her breath caught as his lips touched the bare skin at the back of her neck.

She smiled in blissful satisfaction as his arms wrapped around her middle, his lips making their way to her ear, then her cheek. "It's beautiful," she sighed, relaxing into his embrace.

"Yes, you are," he replied, in between kisses.

She turned slowly in his arms to face him pressing her lips to his, managing to remove his bow tie and unfasten a few of the buttons on his shirt while the kiss lingered. Minutes later, he pulled away, taking her hand, leading her to the bedroom where the bed coverings had already been pulled down.

After slipping off his jacket, his hands made slow work of undoing the buttons of her dress. He intended to burn this night into her memory with every breath, and touch of his skin.

The dress slipped from her body. He stood to admire her for a moment, an audible moan of approval slipped from his lips as she reached to loosen the pins in her hair allowing her dark locks to fall over her bare shoulders. He loved her like this, her hair down, her body nearly bare. A bra and lace panties were all that lay between her and where he wanted so desperately to be.

Just as he'd methodically removed her dress, she did the same to him. Removing is his shirt to reveal his toned chest and arms, then his pants, and boxers fell to the floor. Holding his gaze, she moved to the bed inviting him to join her..

He smiled, hovering over her. Her hardened nipples shown easily through the fabric of her bra. After kissing her again his hands gently slipped her underwear off. His fingers slowly moving to her core, where she was already hot and wet. She moaned as his fingers played with her. "I'm going to worship every inch of you tonight," he breathed leaning down to kiss along her jaw.

Her breathing already quickened from the slow intentional buildup, her fingers dug into the skin of his back. "I'll enjoy every last second of that." Her hands moved to his neck, forcing him to look at her. "But right now, I want, no need, to feel you inside of me." His eyes fixed on hers. "Please Will, take me now."

He pressed his lips hard and firm to her hers. Moments later he moved off of her, causing a desperate pout to form on her lips. He laughed softly as he removed her bra and then moved back on top of her.

Pinning her beneath him, he quickly entered her and began thrusting at a steady pace. She reached her hands to the headboard behind them for better leverage and movement. Neither one held back, allowing audible moans and sighs to escape their lips. Moments later, as if he read her mind he quickened the pace. Every nerve in her body tingled in a blissful sensation. Right at the point of no return, she looked him in the eye, a heated desire pulsating through her entire body. "Now," she pleaded. And with one last deep, hard thrust they both cried out.

The love making lingered throughout the night with slow intermittent breaks to share a glass of Champaign, a warm soothing shower, and snuggling beneath a blanket on the balcony to simply talk and enjoy the view.

After their last encounter that had been slow, passionate, and drained both of them of the last of their energy, in the wee hours of the morning before the sun came up, they lay together in the bed. Her head settled against his shoulder, she closed her eyes. "Can we do it all over again tomorrow?"

He chuckled, his strong arm pulling her closer. "We can do whatever you want."

A/N; I hope this was all right for everyone. Thank you all so much for continuing to read and review.