First Chap = Disclaimers

Alright, this is the last chapter. Fair warning: It is basically fluffy nothingness that ties up loose ends.

I would like to thank all of my reviewers for their support.

Many thanks to Betty for offering suggestions when I was stuck.

Thanks also to Tracy for her constructive criticism and all others who helped me out on certain points.

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Steve looked at the beach as he nervously straightened his tie. Once he had gotten back on the force and settled back in with his life, he and Angel had decided it was time to complete their promise to have an actual wedding.

Surprisingly, his father-in-law had been thrilled to find out that Steve had regained his memory. He was not excited about the fact that Steve was a cop, but the fact that Steve's dad was a doctor eased that particular sting.

What originally started out as a small family wedding had grown rather quickly. Once Steve had invited the necessary people from the hospital and LAPD, Angel had to give into inviting more people that her father knew in order to balance out the sides of the church.

Thankfully, Mr. Thronson had stayed traditional and insisted on paying for the whole thing. He had also insisted on all of the bridal wear being top of the line.

Steve didn't think that he would ever forget the look on Jesse's face when he had to go in for his tuxedo fitting. Jesse had looked absolutely petrified at the sheer number of tailors who tsked his figure and talked in broken English.

Steve looked in the mirror. He had to admit, the tux was absolutely perfect.

Mark had insisted on having the reception at the Beach House. After considering the guest list, it was decided that having the reception on the beach would be better.

"You know, hiding from your guests is usually considered rude."

Steve turned at the sound of his father's voice. "I didn't think I could stand much more of attempted conversations from guys on the force trying to ask out models without breaking out into laughter."

Mark chuckled. "I was personally avoiding listening to Norman trying to impress your in-laws."

Steve shuddered at the imagined conversation. "I don't know whether to feel sorry for Norman or my in-laws."

"Yes, I noticed that they are quite…colorful."

Steve rolled his eyes in response. "Why do I have the feeling you aren't just talking about their clothes?"

"Maybe because CJ and Dion came up to me a pledged an oath that they wouldn't let my grandchildren turn out like the other side of the family?"

"Laugh all you want gentlemen. At least my family doesn't have a tendency for dead bodies popping up." Angel said as she swept into the house.

Steve smiled. "I take it that this is my cue to go back out there?"

"No, it is an order."

"Coming Dad?" Steve asked as he left.

"In a minute." Mark responded He lets his eyes drift onto the scene outdoors. His life had always had drastic changes in it. This time, it was finally a good change.

With a smile, he opened a drawer and retrieved a key before going back outside.

Jesse was shoving another piece of cake into his mouth as he conversed with another associate of Mr. Thronson. He couldn't believe that people were just giving food away.

He felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. "Hey Jess, do you know where to reception table is? It just dawned on me that there isn't a gift table around here." Steve eyed his friend suspiciously.

Jesse grinned in response. "Would your Best Man do something like that to you?"

"Yes, he would. In fact he would probably do it with the help of my wife's Matron of Honor and the Father of the groom."

"Actually, we had a lot more help than that." Jesse waved Mark over to the table.

Mark smiled as he joined them. "He finally asked?"

"Yep."

Mark mirrored Jesse's grin. "I think I should go make an announcement."

Mark moved quickly over to the small microphone that had been set up on his deck.

"Attention ladies and Gentlemen. It is my pleasure to give the newly wed couple their first present. With the help of my fellow father, we have purchased what we believe is the perfect wedding present."

Steve stared at his father as Mark came down the steps and over to the 'happy couple.'

Mark smiled as he dropped the key in his son's hand.

"Dad, this is a house key."

"I know."

"Mark, we couldn't possibly…" Angel began.

"Oh yes you can young lady." Her father interrupted. "Mark and I decided that you two have been through enough. Besides I think that a doctor and a fashion mogul can afford a small thing like a house."

Steve accepted the key in defeat. "Where is it?"

Mark smiled. "There." His hand pointed in a backward direction right next door to his own house. "I was going to give you my house, but Amanda thought you wouldn't stand for it. So, we got the next best thing."

Steve hugged his father while Angel hugged hers. After they had switched, he grabbed her hand and tugged her up to their new house. Gallantly, he swept her up and across the threshold.

"I think that I have everything I ever wanted now." He said as her set her back down on her feet.

Angel nodded as he brushed his lips against hers. Her eyes reflected his happiness as she turned around in their foyer.

"Steve, what is that?"

Steve turned around and gazed in the direction she was pointing.

"JESSE!" He growled.

There on his wall hung the picture he'd given Jesse so long ago: complete with the horrid frame. Beneath it hung a note:

"Welcome Home."

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THE END