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Eee, finally the first part of the sequel to If Ever. (Which, by the way, if you haven't read, can be found at ). This story picks up right where that one left off, so please read that one first if you haven't already done so.
And finally, while there will be a ton of different pairings in this story (all of which I haven't decided on, so there's still time to persuade me :), this is a first and foremost Shuis fic, so all other characters and storylines will be in the background. If you're reading for those other moments, then well... you're probably reading the wrong story - sorry. Just warning ya ahead of time. Alright, so enough of my inane babbling - onward we go!
Something To Believe In
Chapter One
Written By Shay
"Mmm," Sheridan murmured, stretching out, reluctantly opening one eye and letting a smile spread across her face as she took in the sleeping man next to her. Or beneath her, as the case may current be.
The light wind gently lifted the curtains every now and then, letting the early morning sun dance across his features and she raised a hand to his face, softly moving a lock of dark hair of his closed eyes. He was so handsome, even when he was asleep. He let out a content sigh, but didn't wake and she bit her lip as an electrifying jolt of love coursed through every vein in her body. He had only been home with her for a week... she still couldn't believe it, still couldn't believe how utterly stupid she had been. How could she have thought she could have lived without him? Even more then that, how could she have hurt him so? With that thought, her gaze traveled over his well defined chest to the scar from where he had been shot and then to where they had operated. Shaking her head, she resumed her position in his arms. She wasn't going to go there again. Not anymore. They were together and that's all that mattered.
All of a sudden their daughter awoke inside of her, giving a kick to let her know. Apparently Luis felt it as well because he frowned, mumbled something incoherently and rolled over.
Grinning in spite of herself, Sheridan reluctantly got out of bed and with a soft kiss on Luis' temple, she headed towards the bathroom to shower.
******
"You're up early," Theresa commented as Sheridan entered the kitchen, arching an eyebrow as the other woman was already showered and dressed. Ever since Luis had been released from the hospital the two usually didn't emerge from the bedroom until late morning.
Sheridan shot her a look a she poured herself a cup of orange juice and sat down across from her. "Antonio is picking me up shortly."
"Antonio?"
"Our annulment is final today, we just have to sign a few more papers," Sheridan explained, unable to keep the joy out of her voice and the sparkle out of her eyes.
It took a moment for Theresa to digest the words but she smiled and rushed to hug her when they did. "Oh, I'm so happy for you. I know how much this means to you and Luis."
"It's like the nightmare our lives have been the past year and a half has finally come to an end," Sheridan agreed, a far away look on her face. "I just can't believe how much time we've wasted. How much time I've wasted."
Theresa gave her a sympathetic look. "Don't beat yourself up over it, Sheridan. We both know Luis would've waited forever for you."
Sheridan sighed and covered her face with her hands. "He shouldn't have had to --"
Her words, however, were interrupted by Theresa's shriek as the younger girl grabbed her left hand, her eyes wide with excitement. "Oh, my God, is this what I think it is?"
She couldn't help but grin at her exuberance. She had forgotten about the ring. Not about the proposal, of course, but about the fact that she hadn't wanted to take the ring off at all the previous night, eliciting endless teasing from Luis. Biting her lip, she gave a positive nod of the head, which made Theresa shriek again in happiness. This act, however, had its consequence as Little Ethan's wails could be heard from the living room.
The two women exchanged looks and stood, and Theresa gave Sheridan a quick hug. "I'm so happy for you two! I always knew you were destined to be together and hey, I was right," she finished with a little smirk.
Sheridan raised an eyebrow at her. She'd recognize that smirk anywhere. "Not to change the subject, but just how much time have you been spending with Fox, Theresa?"
Theresa looked thoroughly confused. "Fox?"
"That look... It was just eerily like his."
Theresa shrugged. "Fox and I are friends. I should go get -" Before she could finish her sentence, the crying abruptly stopped and her forehead creased. Suddenly afraid for her son, she hurried towards the living room with Sheridan at her heels. She skidded to a halt in the doorway, a huge grin spreading across her face.
Sheridan felt her breath catch in her throat as she stood next to Theresa, watching the scene before her. Sitting some twenty feet away was Luis, clad in his boxers and a white t-shirt, his hair a mess, with Little Ethan in his arms. The child was half asleep, clutching his uncles shirt in his little fists as Luis softly, almost inaudibly sang him a spanish lullaby. A few minutes later, he was asleep and he kissed him gently on the head before placing him back in his crib. It was then he noticed he had an audience.
Theresa didn't say anything to her brother, just smiled her thanks as she brushed past him to check on her son. Slightly embarrassed, Luis approached Sheridan, rubbing the back of his neck.
"He started crying and -"
She didn't let him finished, but instead pulled his head down to meet hers and kissed him with every emotion she felt at that moment. He was surprised at first but almost immediately responded to her advances.
He gave her a confused smile when they parted. "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?"
"For being you, Luis. For proving what I always knew."
"And what would that be?" He asked, clearly intrigued.
"That you," She paused to kiss him. "Will be," she kissed him again," the best," another kiss, " father anyone could ever ask for."
At her words, his grip on her tightened and his gaze held stead on hers. His eyes took on a stormy look she'd never seen before and if he didn't have such an iron hold on her, she probably would've stepped back. He didn't say anything for a few moments but then he grinned. "God, Sheridan, do you have any idea how much it means to me to hear you say that? All I've ever wanted is to be a good father..." His voice trailed off as he crushed his mouth to hers again.
"Get a room," Theresa cut in, causing them to jump apart and she grinned when they at least had the decency to look ashamed.
"We have a room," Luis reminded her, sliding an arm around Sheridan's waist.
"Not until after I get home we don't, Buster," Sheridan chastised, poking him in the side. "Antonio should be here any time now."
******
Antonio swallowed hard as he approached Sheridan's cottage. This was not going to be easy. Since that day at the hospital he'd done his best to steer clear of his brother and Sheridan, only seeing them when deemed necessary. Just because he had agreed to let her go didn't mean he loved her any less and seeing her with Luis still pained him a great deal. Especially seeing them so happy about the upcoming birth of the child he once thought was his. But he promised and he was going to do this. God knew he caused both of them enough unhappiness, he wasn't going to be the source of anymore.
Exhaling, he took the last few steps up to the front door, pausing before knocking to catch a glimpse inside. Luis had his arm around Sheridan's waist and hers was around his as they talked to Theresa who was laughing about something. His heart constricted, but he knew at that moment that there had never been a more right thing to do, because he'd never seen her happier. And that's all that mattered. Sighing, he knocked on the door.
******
"Thank you," Sheridan smiled at the man, reaching over to shake his hand.
"My pleasure, Ms. Crane," Mr. Henderson returned as he released her hand.
The name hit her like a ton of bricks. She was Sheridan Crane again, wasn't she? Glancing over, she offered Antonio a weak smile, who gave her one just as weak back.
"Mr. Lopez-Fitzgerald," Mr. Henderson said, shaking Antonio's hand as he led them out into the waiting room.
"Thank you, Mr. Henderson," Antonio said politely and the man returned to his office after the pleasantries had been exchanged. That was it. It was over, the annulment was final, leaving them both at a loss for words.
"Well, we should go, I guess," Sheridan finally broke the silence, glancing up at her ex-husband. The words just seemed so foreign to her.
"Yeah, lets go," He agreed, holding the door open for her, leading them out into the summer sun. The two walked in silence down the street towards Antonio's car until his voice broke through. "So he proposed, huh?"
Sheridan cringed at the underlying pain she heard in his voice. "Yeah. Last night," she said softly.
He gave a nod in acceptance. "I figured he would, soon, at least. With the baby coming and all."
"Antonio," she began, but he shook his head, cutting her off as they approached the vehicle.
"Don't worry about me, Sheridan. I'm a big boy. It hurts, but I'll get over it. I'll just have to get used to the fact that you're my sister and not my wife," he gave her a sardonic smile. "We had some good times together and I'll always cherish those memories, but I know I'm not who you want."
"You'll find somebody, someday," Sheridan said, laying a comforting hand on his arm.
"Yeah," He replied, his voice disbelieving. "Well, we better get you home before my brother thinks I kidnapped you or something." Antonio finished, opening the door for her and ushering her into the car.
******
"Well?" Luis asked as Sheridan let herself into the cottage a little later that day, his expression hopeful yet apprehensive.
"It's official," Sheridan confirmed and that was all it took before he let out a whoop oop of joy and twirled her around, a look of unparalleled happiness on his face.
As they stopped whirling around the room, he pulled her closer, his forehead resting gently on hers, their eyes locked. "I don't believe this. After.. everything.. after all this time, we're free, we can finally be together.. it just seems..."
"Surreal?" She supplied, grinning and he nodded, moving his hands from her back to her stomach.
"We can finally be a family," He said with a smile as their daughter agreed with a kick.
"That's all I've ever wanted," Sheridan whispered, her eyes filling with tears as her hand came up to rest on the side of his face.
He gently kissed the inside of her palm before brushing away the few drops the had escaped her eyes. "And it's going to happen this time, Sheridan. Nothing is stopping up and nothing will. If we can overcome what we have, I'm pretty sure we can make it through anything."
"But - "
"No buts, Sheridan. I'm not going to let anything come between us, ever again. Like it or not, you're stuck with me," He grinned.
She sighed but then smiled, her fingers coming up to play with the hair on the back of his neck and he groaned as they traveled further, twisting in his dark locks. "Good. 'Cuz I'd rather keep you this time," she murmured, pulling his lips down to meet hers.
******
That night was a celebration of sorts. Theresa and Sheridan teamed up to cook dinner for Luis, Ron Fost, Theresa's lawyer in the custody battle over Little Ethan and Fox, who had wandered down from the main house after accidentally walking in on his father and Rebecca. The mood was light and surprisingly, the three men got along well. Fox, determined to help Theresa in any way he could, told Ron of his childhood, growing up around Julian. Though he was a Crane, his obvious concern for his sister had won Luis' respect.
Afterwards, when Ron had left, Theresa had agreed to walk Fox back up tot he mansion, leaving Sheridan and Luis to clean up. And finally, when the last dish was put away, they retired back to the living room, collapsing onto the couch.
"Tired?" Luis asked as Sheridan stifled another yawn.
Stubbornly, she shook her head. "No."
Luis rolled his eyes and pulled her into his arms. "Liar," He hissed, his arm breath tickling her ear as her eyelids began to drop.
"I'm not," she protested weakly, her eyes closed.
He nudged her gently. "Yeah, right. Come on, Sher, let's get you to bed."
"Mmm, comfy," She whined, scrunching her nose in a pout and he surpressed the urge to chuckle.
"You can't sleep here, it's Theresa's bed now, remember?" He reminded her. "And somehow, I don't think she'd feel comfortable sleeping where we --"
At that, her eyes flew open and she smacked his arm. "Luis!"
"What?" He mocked her tone.
"I'm sure your sister doesn't think..."
"Oh, please," He interrupted with a grin. "Everybody knows. We're not exactly quiet about it," He smirked as a blush crept up her cheeks. "And well," He paused, glancing at her stomach, "Unless that was the immaculate conception..."
She flushed further before propelling herself off the couch. "I'm going to bed!"
He watched her go with an amused look on his face before standing himself. Theresa should be back shortly, but he took a second to check on his nephew all the same, smiling as the child cooed in his sleep. Instinctively, he glanced out the window, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw his sister coming up the walk. Satisfied, he headed towards the bedroom.
Sheridan was already in bed when he entered, the light blanket pulled up around her swollen middle. Her hair had been released from it's captive ponytail and now hung freely around her face. She smiled when he closed the door behind him.
"Just the man I wanted to see."
For a moment Luis stood, just staring at her until her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, bringing him back down to reality. "Better be the only man you want to see," He finally choked out.
She pretended to mull his words over, her blue eyes teasing him and she squealed when he growled her name impatiently as he slid onto the bed next to her. "You're the only man, Luis," Sheridan conceded as he scooted closed, enveloping her in his arms, his lips descending onto her neck, causing a low moan to escape her throat.
"Really," Luis murmured into her ear. "Because I was really looking forward to working for the position."
She smirked at his words, tilting her head back so she could see his face. "Well, now that you -"
He didn't let her finish her thought as he claimed her lips as his own, eliciting groans from deep within both of them. It broke off, leaving them both panting, desperate for air.
They stared at each other in silence, their breathing labored, their eyes full of desire. With one swift movement, Luis pulled her back to him, had his lips pressed against hers and was lowering her to the bed.
It was Sheridan who ended the kiss this time. "Luis," she gasped, her hand coming up to rest between their bodies.
Abruptly, he stopped, confusion marring his features. "Sheridan?"
She shook her head and swallowed hard. "We... we shouldn't."
The confusion on his face deepened. "I -"
"Your... The doctor.. we're not supposed to," She explained lamely. God it was hard to think straight when he was so close to her, looking at her like that.
He gave her a lazy smile, one of his fingers twisting a strand of her hair. "That didn't stop us last night."
Sheridan blushed. "I know.. and it was... amazing," She grinned and he chuckled, nodding his agreement. "But I don't want to take any chances with your health. We have all the time in the world... we can wait a couple more weeks, can't we?"
Luis groaned at the mention of a couple more weeks and sighed, but agreed. "Alright. I don't like it, but alright." Disentangling himself, he got up, shrugging out of the shirt he was wearing.
Watching him, as entertaining as it was, would be pure torture, so Sheridan chose to roll over until she felt the bed tip under his weight.
"C'mere, you," He growled, pulling her back into his arms and she went willingly, her head coming to lay on his chest, the steady and rhythmic beating of his heart filling her entire being. His arms went around her waist, resting where their unborn child slept and his chin lay on top of her head.
"I love you," He murmured, his voice already sleep laden.
"I love you, too," She whispered back as his questing hand found hers and their fingers twined together. Sighing, she settled against him and allowed herself to sleep.
******
Sometime during the night Luis awoke feeling as though something was amiss. Without opening an eye, he reached out but only got a handful of sheets. Suddenly fully awake, he sat up in bed, his eyes darting around for Sheridan and he let out his breath when he sat her shillouette by the window. Slipping from the bed, he padded across the room to where she was and slid his arms around her waist. She didn't jump and scream or even flinch as he expected, just leaned back in his embrace and sighed.
"Hey, you okay?" He asked softly.
At his voice, she glanced up at him and offered a shaky smile, but he saw the tears on her face.
"Sher, what's wrong?"
She hesitated, but shook her head. "I had this nightmare. I guess it really wasn't a nightmare, though," she added as an after thought.
Luis guided her back over to the bed, taking her hand in his. "What was it about?"
"Us," She said, meeting his gaze. "Everything we've been through since we've met. The drug cartel, me being buried alive, the guy impersonating you, our ruined wedding, the trip to Bermuda, the explosion, everything... and I'm so scared, Luis. I'm so scared that something or someone is going t happen and keep us from getting our happily ever after again."
Luis tightened his grip on her hand and his face darkened. "Nobody is going to stand in our way this time, Sheridan. Nobody."
She smiled slightly at the force behind his words and she gently touched his face. "I want to believe that, Luis. But I don't know if I can. My father and Julian still don't want us together and we both know they're ruthless when it comes to getting what they want."
He was quiet for a minute before he stood up a grin spreading across his face. "How fast can you pack?"
"What?" She asked quizzically.
"How fast can you pack?" He asked again. "For both of us. A few days worth."
Confused, she shrugged. "Pretty quickly, I suppose."
"Great," Luis exclaimed, giving her a quick kiss. "You do that. I have some things to take care of."
"Luis," Sheridan began to protest. What could he possibly have to do in the middle of the night?
"Trust me," He interrupted, slipping a shirt over his head. "I'll be back."
She watched him leave, a bewildered look on her face.
******
"Theresa," Luis whispered, shaking his younger sisters sleeping form. "Resa, wake up."
"Unless I just won a million bucks, go away," Theresa mumbled, pulling the pillow over her head.
Grinning wickedly, Luis knelt down next to the couch and began tickling her stomach. Almost immediately, she began to wiggle before bolting up, her face set in a menacing glare.
"Oh, good, you're up," He said innocently.
"You better have a damn good reason for waking me," Theresa grumbled, stifling a yawn.
Luis cast a glance towards the bedroom and lowered his voice. "Actually, I do. Listen, Sheridan and I are leaving."
That seemed to get her attention. "Leaving? Where? Why?"
"I'm taking her down to Bermuda, to get married."
"What?!" Theresa shrieked as his hand clamped over her mouth.
"Shh, she doesn't know yet."
Theresa's eyes softened. "Luis, are you sure that's such a good idea? I mean, you two don't exactly have the best of memories from the last time you were down there."
Luis sighed, but he looked determined. "I know, Theresa. But she's scared out of her mind that something is going to keep us from getting married again," He paused to run a hand through his hair and meet his sisters gaze. "And so am I. I can't lose her again. And if we have to go there and face those demons to make sure that doesn't happen, then I'm going to do it."
"What do you need me to do?" Theresa asked softly, her hand covering his in a supportive gesture. He flashed her a thankful look.
"I know you hate Gwen, but she is Sheridan's best friend..." Luis voice trailed off and she nodded reluctantly. "And Hank. Call him, or go see him. Just get ahold of him. Don't tell anyone else."
"Not even Mama?"
Luis exhaled, but shook his head guiltily. "Not even Mama. I'll call you when we get there with the information to give Gwen and Hank."
Theresa nodded and hugged him tight. "Just be careful down there, Luis. We all know how much pain that damned island can cause."
"Not this time," He smiled, kissing the side of her head. "See if you can get someone to stay with you while we're going, alright? I don't want you and Little Ethan here alone."
"I will," She agreed and rolled her eyes as he tucked her in like he did when she was little. He mouthed another thank you before heading for the kitchen and she sighed, silently praying that things went the way her brother wanted them to this time.
******
"Would you care to explain to me what the hell is going on?" Sheridan demanded as Luis ushered her out of the cottage, locking the door behind them.
Even in the dark she could see him wink at her and she felt the anger rise. "Didn't I tell you to trust me?"
"Well excuse me for wanting to know why I'm being forced out of my home at 4 am," Sheridan snapped.
Luis shook his head as he unlocked the doors to his car. "Just relax, Sheridan. Or are you going to have me arrested for kidnapping again?"
Her attitude at his words and her mind flash backed to that day so few years ago. "Shut up," She hissed, though her voice held no malice.
He shot her a look as he slid into the drivers sat and buckled up. "You have your your id and passport, don't you?" He asked once she was settled and they were off Crane grounds.
"Passport?" Sheridan exclaimed, her eyes wide. "Luis, where the hell are we going?"
With a cheeky grin, he merely said. "Trust me."
******
"I don't know about this," Sheridan said wearily, her shaking hands in Luis' strong ones as the voice overhead announced boarding for the next flight to Bermuda.
Luis knew all too well the conflicting emotions running through her, but this instincts were telling him they had to get on that flight. "Alright, listen to me. I wasn't going to tell you this because I wanted it to be a surprise, but if it'll help get you on that plane..." He took a deep breath. "I know the island has a lot of painful memories for both of us, but I thought if we went down there and got married, we could start to change that."
It took a moment for the full impact of his words to sink in, but once they did, tears filled her eyes and she stared at him lovingly, her hands gripping his more tightly. "You're taking me to Bermuda to get married?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
He gave her hands a squeeze and a sheepish grin. "Well, I'll be honest. Everything you said tonight, about your father and Julian and God knows what else trying to keep us apart.. I'm scared to death about that, too. That's why I want us to get on that plane, go down there and make it official." He paused, pulling her aside as a man walked past. "Sheridan, I know you want the whole big thing, the church, the dress, the friends, family and I do too and we will... but this is just to ensure that we can make it to that day."
Sheridan was silent for a second, her eyes on the ground but then she lifted her head, a smile on her face, all traces of fear gone. "I'll go. On one condition."
"Anything."
Tilting her head, she said with sparkling eyes. "You have to promise there will be no boats involved this time."
Amusement creeped into his brown eyes as he ushered her towards the terminal. "No boats," he agreed without hesitation.
******
Theresa was reluctantly trudging up the walk towards the main house when she saw Gwen coming towards her. Fighting the urge to roll her eyes, she sighed and picked up the pace. "Gwen, hi," she called, forcing a smile.
Gwen looked up, startled, but her face darkened when she saw who it was. "What do you want, Theresa?"
"I need to talk to you for a second, if you don't mind," Theresa said sweetly, internally reminding herself to shoot Luis when he got home.
"Actually, I do," Gwen replied coolly, "I was just on my way to visit Sheridan, if you'll excuse me."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," Theresa blurted out, grabbing the other woman's arm and dragging her out of view of the main house. "Luis and Sheridan left late last night for Bermuda to get married. Now I know we don't get along, but for whatever reason, you are Sheridan's best friend and Luis asked me to have you meet them down there." She thrust a piece of paper at her. "There's all the information you'll need. Just don't let this get back to Julian or Alister."
Gwen stared at her open mouthed for a moment before shaking her head. "How do I know I can trust you? How do I know this isn't another one of your ploys to get Ethan?"
Theresa rolled her eyes. "You can think whatever you want, but the number to the hotel is there if you want to call and check. Now if you'll excuse me," She pushed past her and continued on down the walk.
******
"It's still as beautiful as I remember," Sheridan sighed, leaning back as Luis wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Looks can be deceiving though," He commented, resting his chin on the top of her head, staring out at the expanse of ocean that he had once thought claimed the life of the woman in his arms.
Sheridan nodded in agreement, turning in his embrace so that she was facing him. "I have a good feeling about this time though, Luis. I don't know why, but I'm not worried about anything happening anymore."
Luis raised an eyebrow. "Well, I'm glad to hear that. I'll just be a lot more at east when that ring is on your finger."
"I know, I will too," She conceded, letting her hands wander up his chest, over his shoulders and into his soft dark hair.
Luis dipped his head and met her lips for a smoldering kiss before extracting himself from her arms. "As much as I'd love to spend the day with my two favorite girls, it is bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding and we definitely don't need any bad karma."
Sheridan rolled her eyes but accepted his out-stretched hand and they walked back to the hotel in silence. "You know, you never did tell me how you got us here so quick, with reservations and everything," She inquired as they approached the sprawling building.
"It's no big deal," He said dismissively. "I just called in a few favors."
Her interest snabbed, Sheridan turned to look at him, her blue eyes narrowed. "To who?"
Luis shrugged. "A friend."
Coming to a halt, thus stopping him in his tracks, Sheridan put her hands on her hips. "Luis Lopez-Fitz--"
Her words were abruptly cut off by his kiss and she smacked his chest when they parted. "That wasn't fair!"
"What? This?" He asked innocently, pulling her towards him for another soul searing kiss.
"Yes!" She sputtered, breaking away, though the corners of her mouth were turned upwards. "Stop trying to change the subject."
"Oh, but this is an oh so much more agreeable subject," Luis murmured into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Luis," She protested. "I want to know."
Shaking his head, he relented. "A guy I knew in high school co-owns this place. He got caught in the crossfire during a drug bust we made last year and I ended up saving his butt. He said if I was ever down here and needed somewhere to stay, to give him a call. So when I decided to bring you down here, I took him up on that."
Nodding, she smiled at that answer. He always seemed to be saving someone. "But what about the plane tickets? I know it's not exactly a cheap trip and you've been out of work..."
Luis just grinned as he tossed an arm over her shoulders. "I'll explain that later."
******
"Yes, I'm sure I'll be fine," Gwen repeated for the third time into her cell phone as she made her way through the airport. "No, Ethan, there's no reason for you to come. I'll be home tomorrow morning. Alright. Yes. I love you, too. Goodbye." Hanging up, she sighed. She hated lying to her husband, but she wasn't taking any chances with Sheridan and Luis' happiness this time. If Ethan knew where she was going, he'd insist on going as well, prompting Julian to inquire about their destination and lets face it, Ethan couldn't lie to save his life. So she told him she had to go to New York overnight for work, which was plausible enough. Ever since she'd miscarried shortly after their wedding in December, she'd thrown herself into her work, often going out of town. Forcing that out of her head, she continued forward, not seeing the person in front of her until she ran straight into him.
"Hey watch where the hell - Oh, sorry, are you okay?" The man said, his voice growing softer when he saw it was a woman who had run into him. She looked vaguely familiar but he couldn't seem to place her.
Gwen scowled at the man before her. "Could you please move?"
"Well, I could, but see I'd plow right into this nice old lady in front of me," he gestured to the woman who stood oblivious not too far away and Gwen frowned, finally taking notice of the long line at the ticket counter.
"Dammit, this would happen," She muttered, glancing at her watch, cursing under her breath at the time. "I'm never going to make it to Bermuda on time."
The mention of Bermuda grabbed the mans attention and he studied her for a second when it dawned on him and a smile spread across his face. "Gwen Hotchkiss, right?"
Gwen stopped abruptly, her expression confused. "Do I know you?"
He shrugged. "Not really. I'm Luis' friend. Hank Bennett."
Her frown faded, but the impatience still lingered in her eyes. "Hank. Oh, right. What are you doing here?" She didn't mean for it to come out quite so bitchy, but didn't didn't want to take any chances, even if the guy was Luis' best friend.
Hank glanced around quickly and lowered his voice. "I've been summoned to play best man."
Thankful she'd assumed correctly, Gwen finally graced him with a smile and he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was when she did. "So you're my traveling companion. I'm sorry about crashing into you, I wasn't watching where I was going."
"Don't worry about it," Hank waved away her apology, wondering how her attitude could change so drastically in two seconds flat.
"What are we going to do about this?" Gwen asked, motioning towards the ever slow moving line.
Hank seemed to think it over for a minute before grabbing her free hand and pulling them out of the line, despite her many protests. Retrieving his cell phone, he hit a few buttons and waited. "Sam? Hey, it's Hank. Listen, I know it's against department policy, but you wouldn't happen to have the chopper handy, would you?"
******
Sheridan sat alone on the balcony of the hotel room she and Luis shared, staring out at the pool below. There was a couple there, with two kids, a little boy and girl, that were keeping her interest. The kids were the cutest and she smiled, looking forward to the day her little girl came into the world.
Suddenly a knock came on the door and she froze. Who in the world could that be? Luis had taken another room until after the wedding, even after her begging him not to and she hadn't ordered any room service. With her heart in her throat, she quietly made her way towards the door. "Who is it?" She called shakily.
"It's your maid of honor, now open up," A familiar voice floated back and her eyes widened in surprise as she fumbled with the locks.
"Gwen?" She exclaimed once the door was open and she found herself face to face with her best friend.
The woman in question smiled brightly and hugged her friend tight. "What, you thought I'd miss your wedding?"
Sheridan pulled back, her expression elated but confused. "Don't get me wrong, I'm happy you're here, but how did you..."
Gwen smiled as she followed her into the room. "Believe it or not, Theresa pulled me into a bush to tell me."
"You're kidding me?" Sheridan laughed, wrinkling her nose, just trying to imagine that scene. "Luis must've told her before we left."
"Apparently," Gwen shrugged but then impulsively threw her arms around her again. "God, I'm so happy for you! I know how much you want this."
A small smile appeared on Sheridan's face and she wiped the few tears that slipped down her cheeks. "I'm such a mess, Gwen. The moment we've wanted for so long is so close and there's nothing in our way this time. I just... I'm so happy I could burst," she giggled as another drop fell from her eye.
Gwen took her hand and led her over to the door. "Well, how about instead of sitting around here and waiting, we go out and find you something to wear? Something to knock Luis' socks off."
If at all possible, Sheridan's face brightened at her words and she nodded, grabbing her purse on the way towards the door. "Lead the way," she said, taking one more glance around the room, her heart soaring at the realization that the next time she came through the door, she would be Mrs. Luis Lopez-Fitzgerald.
******
To be continued....
Eee, finally the first part of the sequel to If Ever. (Which, by the way, if you haven't read, can be found at ). This story picks up right where that one left off, so please read that one first if you haven't already done so.
And finally, while there will be a ton of different pairings in this story (all of which I haven't decided on, so there's still time to persuade me :), this is a first and foremost Shuis fic, so all other characters and storylines will be in the background. If you're reading for those other moments, then well... you're probably reading the wrong story - sorry. Just warning ya ahead of time. Alright, so enough of my inane babbling - onward we go!
Chapter One
Written By Shay
"Mmm," Sheridan murmured, stretching out, reluctantly opening one eye and letting a smile spread across her face as she took in the sleeping man next to her. Or beneath her, as the case may current be.
The light wind gently lifted the curtains every now and then, letting the early morning sun dance across his features and she raised a hand to his face, softly moving a lock of dark hair of his closed eyes. He was so handsome, even when he was asleep. He let out a content sigh, but didn't wake and she bit her lip as an electrifying jolt of love coursed through every vein in her body. He had only been home with her for a week... she still couldn't believe it, still couldn't believe how utterly stupid she had been. How could she have thought she could have lived without him? Even more then that, how could she have hurt him so? With that thought, her gaze traveled over his well defined chest to the scar from where he had been shot and then to where they had operated. Shaking her head, she resumed her position in his arms. She wasn't going to go there again. Not anymore. They were together and that's all that mattered.
All of a sudden their daughter awoke inside of her, giving a kick to let her know. Apparently Luis felt it as well because he frowned, mumbled something incoherently and rolled over.
Grinning in spite of herself, Sheridan reluctantly got out of bed and with a soft kiss on Luis' temple, she headed towards the bathroom to shower.
******
"You're up early," Theresa commented as Sheridan entered the kitchen, arching an eyebrow as the other woman was already showered and dressed. Ever since Luis had been released from the hospital the two usually didn't emerge from the bedroom until late morning.
Sheridan shot her a look a she poured herself a cup of orange juice and sat down across from her. "Antonio is picking me up shortly."
"Antonio?"
"Our annulment is final today, we just have to sign a few more papers," Sheridan explained, unable to keep the joy out of her voice and the sparkle out of her eyes.
It took a moment for Theresa to digest the words but she smiled and rushed to hug her when they did. "Oh, I'm so happy for you. I know how much this means to you and Luis."
"It's like the nightmare our lives have been the past year and a half has finally come to an end," Sheridan agreed, a far away look on her face. "I just can't believe how much time we've wasted. How much time I've wasted."
Theresa gave her a sympathetic look. "Don't beat yourself up over it, Sheridan. We both know Luis would've waited forever for you."
Sheridan sighed and covered her face with her hands. "He shouldn't have had to --"
Her words, however, were interrupted by Theresa's shriek as the younger girl grabbed her left hand, her eyes wide with excitement. "Oh, my God, is this what I think it is?"
She couldn't help but grin at her exuberance. She had forgotten about the ring. Not about the proposal, of course, but about the fact that she hadn't wanted to take the ring off at all the previous night, eliciting endless teasing from Luis. Biting her lip, she gave a positive nod of the head, which made Theresa shriek again in happiness. This act, however, had its consequence as Little Ethan's wails could be heard from the living room.
The two women exchanged looks and stood, and Theresa gave Sheridan a quick hug. "I'm so happy for you two! I always knew you were destined to be together and hey, I was right," she finished with a little smirk.
Sheridan raised an eyebrow at her. She'd recognize that smirk anywhere. "Not to change the subject, but just how much time have you been spending with Fox, Theresa?"
Theresa looked thoroughly confused. "Fox?"
"That look... It was just eerily like his."
Theresa shrugged. "Fox and I are friends. I should go get -" Before she could finish her sentence, the crying abruptly stopped and her forehead creased. Suddenly afraid for her son, she hurried towards the living room with Sheridan at her heels. She skidded to a halt in the doorway, a huge grin spreading across her face.
Sheridan felt her breath catch in her throat as she stood next to Theresa, watching the scene before her. Sitting some twenty feet away was Luis, clad in his boxers and a white t-shirt, his hair a mess, with Little Ethan in his arms. The child was half asleep, clutching his uncles shirt in his little fists as Luis softly, almost inaudibly sang him a spanish lullaby. A few minutes later, he was asleep and he kissed him gently on the head before placing him back in his crib. It was then he noticed he had an audience.
Theresa didn't say anything to her brother, just smiled her thanks as she brushed past him to check on her son. Slightly embarrassed, Luis approached Sheridan, rubbing the back of his neck.
"He started crying and -"
She didn't let him finished, but instead pulled his head down to meet hers and kissed him with every emotion she felt at that moment. He was surprised at first but almost immediately responded to her advances.
He gave her a confused smile when they parted. "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?"
"For being you, Luis. For proving what I always knew."
"And what would that be?" He asked, clearly intrigued.
"That you," She paused to kiss him. "Will be," she kissed him again," the best," another kiss, " father anyone could ever ask for."
At her words, his grip on her tightened and his gaze held stead on hers. His eyes took on a stormy look she'd never seen before and if he didn't have such an iron hold on her, she probably would've stepped back. He didn't say anything for a few moments but then he grinned. "God, Sheridan, do you have any idea how much it means to me to hear you say that? All I've ever wanted is to be a good father..." His voice trailed off as he crushed his mouth to hers again.
"Get a room," Theresa cut in, causing them to jump apart and she grinned when they at least had the decency to look ashamed.
"We have a room," Luis reminded her, sliding an arm around Sheridan's waist.
"Not until after I get home we don't, Buster," Sheridan chastised, poking him in the side. "Antonio should be here any time now."
******
Antonio swallowed hard as he approached Sheridan's cottage. This was not going to be easy. Since that day at the hospital he'd done his best to steer clear of his brother and Sheridan, only seeing them when deemed necessary. Just because he had agreed to let her go didn't mean he loved her any less and seeing her with Luis still pained him a great deal. Especially seeing them so happy about the upcoming birth of the child he once thought was his. But he promised and he was going to do this. God knew he caused both of them enough unhappiness, he wasn't going to be the source of anymore.
Exhaling, he took the last few steps up to the front door, pausing before knocking to catch a glimpse inside. Luis had his arm around Sheridan's waist and hers was around his as they talked to Theresa who was laughing about something. His heart constricted, but he knew at that moment that there had never been a more right thing to do, because he'd never seen her happier. And that's all that mattered. Sighing, he knocked on the door.
******
"Thank you," Sheridan smiled at the man, reaching over to shake his hand.
"My pleasure, Ms. Crane," Mr. Henderson returned as he released her hand.
The name hit her like a ton of bricks. She was Sheridan Crane again, wasn't she? Glancing over, she offered Antonio a weak smile, who gave her one just as weak back.
"Mr. Lopez-Fitzgerald," Mr. Henderson said, shaking Antonio's hand as he led them out into the waiting room.
"Thank you, Mr. Henderson," Antonio said politely and the man returned to his office after the pleasantries had been exchanged. That was it. It was over, the annulment was final, leaving them both at a loss for words.
"Well, we should go, I guess," Sheridan finally broke the silence, glancing up at her ex-husband. The words just seemed so foreign to her.
"Yeah, lets go," He agreed, holding the door open for her, leading them out into the summer sun. The two walked in silence down the street towards Antonio's car until his voice broke through. "So he proposed, huh?"
Sheridan cringed at the underlying pain she heard in his voice. "Yeah. Last night," she said softly.
He gave a nod in acceptance. "I figured he would, soon, at least. With the baby coming and all."
"Antonio," she began, but he shook his head, cutting her off as they approached the vehicle.
"Don't worry about me, Sheridan. I'm a big boy. It hurts, but I'll get over it. I'll just have to get used to the fact that you're my sister and not my wife," he gave her a sardonic smile. "We had some good times together and I'll always cherish those memories, but I know I'm not who you want."
"You'll find somebody, someday," Sheridan said, laying a comforting hand on his arm.
"Yeah," He replied, his voice disbelieving. "Well, we better get you home before my brother thinks I kidnapped you or something." Antonio finished, opening the door for her and ushering her into the car.
******
"Well?" Luis asked as Sheridan let herself into the cottage a little later that day, his expression hopeful yet apprehensive.
"It's official," Sheridan confirmed and that was all it took before he let out a whoop oop of joy and twirled her around, a look of unparalleled happiness on his face.
As they stopped whirling around the room, he pulled her closer, his forehead resting gently on hers, their eyes locked. "I don't believe this. After.. everything.. after all this time, we're free, we can finally be together.. it just seems..."
"Surreal?" She supplied, grinning and he nodded, moving his hands from her back to her stomach.
"We can finally be a family," He said with a smile as their daughter agreed with a kick.
"That's all I've ever wanted," Sheridan whispered, her eyes filling with tears as her hand came up to rest on the side of his face.
He gently kissed the inside of her palm before brushing away the few drops the had escaped her eyes. "And it's going to happen this time, Sheridan. Nothing is stopping up and nothing will. If we can overcome what we have, I'm pretty sure we can make it through anything."
"But - "
"No buts, Sheridan. I'm not going to let anything come between us, ever again. Like it or not, you're stuck with me," He grinned.
She sighed but then smiled, her fingers coming up to play with the hair on the back of his neck and he groaned as they traveled further, twisting in his dark locks. "Good. 'Cuz I'd rather keep you this time," she murmured, pulling his lips down to meet hers.
******
That night was a celebration of sorts. Theresa and Sheridan teamed up to cook dinner for Luis, Ron Fost, Theresa's lawyer in the custody battle over Little Ethan and Fox, who had wandered down from the main house after accidentally walking in on his father and Rebecca. The mood was light and surprisingly, the three men got along well. Fox, determined to help Theresa in any way he could, told Ron of his childhood, growing up around Julian. Though he was a Crane, his obvious concern for his sister had won Luis' respect.
Afterwards, when Ron had left, Theresa had agreed to walk Fox back up tot he mansion, leaving Sheridan and Luis to clean up. And finally, when the last dish was put away, they retired back to the living room, collapsing onto the couch.
"Tired?" Luis asked as Sheridan stifled another yawn.
Stubbornly, she shook her head. "No."
Luis rolled his eyes and pulled her into his arms. "Liar," He hissed, his arm breath tickling her ear as her eyelids began to drop.
"I'm not," she protested weakly, her eyes closed.
He nudged her gently. "Yeah, right. Come on, Sher, let's get you to bed."
"Mmm, comfy," She whined, scrunching her nose in a pout and he surpressed the urge to chuckle.
"You can't sleep here, it's Theresa's bed now, remember?" He reminded her. "And somehow, I don't think she'd feel comfortable sleeping where we --"
At that, her eyes flew open and she smacked his arm. "Luis!"
"What?" He mocked her tone.
"I'm sure your sister doesn't think..."
"Oh, please," He interrupted with a grin. "Everybody knows. We're not exactly quiet about it," He smirked as a blush crept up her cheeks. "And well," He paused, glancing at her stomach, "Unless that was the immaculate conception..."
She flushed further before propelling herself off the couch. "I'm going to bed!"
He watched her go with an amused look on his face before standing himself. Theresa should be back shortly, but he took a second to check on his nephew all the same, smiling as the child cooed in his sleep. Instinctively, he glanced out the window, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw his sister coming up the walk. Satisfied, he headed towards the bedroom.
Sheridan was already in bed when he entered, the light blanket pulled up around her swollen middle. Her hair had been released from it's captive ponytail and now hung freely around her face. She smiled when he closed the door behind him.
"Just the man I wanted to see."
For a moment Luis stood, just staring at her until her tongue darted out to moisten her lips, bringing him back down to reality. "Better be the only man you want to see," He finally choked out.
She pretended to mull his words over, her blue eyes teasing him and she squealed when he growled her name impatiently as he slid onto the bed next to her. "You're the only man, Luis," Sheridan conceded as he scooted closed, enveloping her in his arms, his lips descending onto her neck, causing a low moan to escape her throat.
"Really," Luis murmured into her ear. "Because I was really looking forward to working for the position."
She smirked at his words, tilting her head back so she could see his face. "Well, now that you -"
He didn't let her finish her thought as he claimed her lips as his own, eliciting groans from deep within both of them. It broke off, leaving them both panting, desperate for air.
They stared at each other in silence, their breathing labored, their eyes full of desire. With one swift movement, Luis pulled her back to him, had his lips pressed against hers and was lowering her to the bed.
It was Sheridan who ended the kiss this time. "Luis," she gasped, her hand coming up to rest between their bodies.
Abruptly, he stopped, confusion marring his features. "Sheridan?"
She shook her head and swallowed hard. "We... we shouldn't."
The confusion on his face deepened. "I -"
"Your... The doctor.. we're not supposed to," She explained lamely. God it was hard to think straight when he was so close to her, looking at her like that.
He gave her a lazy smile, one of his fingers twisting a strand of her hair. "That didn't stop us last night."
Sheridan blushed. "I know.. and it was... amazing," She grinned and he chuckled, nodding his agreement. "But I don't want to take any chances with your health. We have all the time in the world... we can wait a couple more weeks, can't we?"
Luis groaned at the mention of a couple more weeks and sighed, but agreed. "Alright. I don't like it, but alright." Disentangling himself, he got up, shrugging out of the shirt he was wearing.
Watching him, as entertaining as it was, would be pure torture, so Sheridan chose to roll over until she felt the bed tip under his weight.
"C'mere, you," He growled, pulling her back into his arms and she went willingly, her head coming to lay on his chest, the steady and rhythmic beating of his heart filling her entire being. His arms went around her waist, resting where their unborn child slept and his chin lay on top of her head.
"I love you," He murmured, his voice already sleep laden.
"I love you, too," She whispered back as his questing hand found hers and their fingers twined together. Sighing, she settled against him and allowed herself to sleep.
******
Sometime during the night Luis awoke feeling as though something was amiss. Without opening an eye, he reached out but only got a handful of sheets. Suddenly fully awake, he sat up in bed, his eyes darting around for Sheridan and he let out his breath when he sat her shillouette by the window. Slipping from the bed, he padded across the room to where she was and slid his arms around her waist. She didn't jump and scream or even flinch as he expected, just leaned back in his embrace and sighed.
"Hey, you okay?" He asked softly.
At his voice, she glanced up at him and offered a shaky smile, but he saw the tears on her face.
"Sher, what's wrong?"
She hesitated, but shook her head. "I had this nightmare. I guess it really wasn't a nightmare, though," she added as an after thought.
Luis guided her back over to the bed, taking her hand in his. "What was it about?"
"Us," She said, meeting his gaze. "Everything we've been through since we've met. The drug cartel, me being buried alive, the guy impersonating you, our ruined wedding, the trip to Bermuda, the explosion, everything... and I'm so scared, Luis. I'm so scared that something or someone is going t happen and keep us from getting our happily ever after again."
Luis tightened his grip on her hand and his face darkened. "Nobody is going to stand in our way this time, Sheridan. Nobody."
She smiled slightly at the force behind his words and she gently touched his face. "I want to believe that, Luis. But I don't know if I can. My father and Julian still don't want us together and we both know they're ruthless when it comes to getting what they want."
He was quiet for a minute before he stood up a grin spreading across his face. "How fast can you pack?"
"What?" She asked quizzically.
"How fast can you pack?" He asked again. "For both of us. A few days worth."
Confused, she shrugged. "Pretty quickly, I suppose."
"Great," Luis exclaimed, giving her a quick kiss. "You do that. I have some things to take care of."
"Luis," Sheridan began to protest. What could he possibly have to do in the middle of the night?
"Trust me," He interrupted, slipping a shirt over his head. "I'll be back."
She watched him leave, a bewildered look on her face.
******
"Theresa," Luis whispered, shaking his younger sisters sleeping form. "Resa, wake up."
"Unless I just won a million bucks, go away," Theresa mumbled, pulling the pillow over her head.
Grinning wickedly, Luis knelt down next to the couch and began tickling her stomach. Almost immediately, she began to wiggle before bolting up, her face set in a menacing glare.
"Oh, good, you're up," He said innocently.
"You better have a damn good reason for waking me," Theresa grumbled, stifling a yawn.
Luis cast a glance towards the bedroom and lowered his voice. "Actually, I do. Listen, Sheridan and I are leaving."
That seemed to get her attention. "Leaving? Where? Why?"
"I'm taking her down to Bermuda, to get married."
"What?!" Theresa shrieked as his hand clamped over her mouth.
"Shh, she doesn't know yet."
Theresa's eyes softened. "Luis, are you sure that's such a good idea? I mean, you two don't exactly have the best of memories from the last time you were down there."
Luis sighed, but he looked determined. "I know, Theresa. But she's scared out of her mind that something is going to keep us from getting married again," He paused to run a hand through his hair and meet his sisters gaze. "And so am I. I can't lose her again. And if we have to go there and face those demons to make sure that doesn't happen, then I'm going to do it."
"What do you need me to do?" Theresa asked softly, her hand covering his in a supportive gesture. He flashed her a thankful look.
"I know you hate Gwen, but she is Sheridan's best friend..." Luis voice trailed off and she nodded reluctantly. "And Hank. Call him, or go see him. Just get ahold of him. Don't tell anyone else."
"Not even Mama?"
Luis exhaled, but shook his head guiltily. "Not even Mama. I'll call you when we get there with the information to give Gwen and Hank."
Theresa nodded and hugged him tight. "Just be careful down there, Luis. We all know how much pain that damned island can cause."
"Not this time," He smiled, kissing the side of her head. "See if you can get someone to stay with you while we're going, alright? I don't want you and Little Ethan here alone."
"I will," She agreed and rolled her eyes as he tucked her in like he did when she was little. He mouthed another thank you before heading for the kitchen and she sighed, silently praying that things went the way her brother wanted them to this time.
******
"Would you care to explain to me what the hell is going on?" Sheridan demanded as Luis ushered her out of the cottage, locking the door behind them.
Even in the dark she could see him wink at her and she felt the anger rise. "Didn't I tell you to trust me?"
"Well excuse me for wanting to know why I'm being forced out of my home at 4 am," Sheridan snapped.
Luis shook his head as he unlocked the doors to his car. "Just relax, Sheridan. Or are you going to have me arrested for kidnapping again?"
Her attitude at his words and her mind flash backed to that day so few years ago. "Shut up," She hissed, though her voice held no malice.
He shot her a look as he slid into the drivers sat and buckled up. "You have your your id and passport, don't you?" He asked once she was settled and they were off Crane grounds.
"Passport?" Sheridan exclaimed, her eyes wide. "Luis, where the hell are we going?"
With a cheeky grin, he merely said. "Trust me."
******
"I don't know about this," Sheridan said wearily, her shaking hands in Luis' strong ones as the voice overhead announced boarding for the next flight to Bermuda.
Luis knew all too well the conflicting emotions running through her, but this instincts were telling him they had to get on that flight. "Alright, listen to me. I wasn't going to tell you this because I wanted it to be a surprise, but if it'll help get you on that plane..." He took a deep breath. "I know the island has a lot of painful memories for both of us, but I thought if we went down there and got married, we could start to change that."
It took a moment for the full impact of his words to sink in, but once they did, tears filled her eyes and she stared at him lovingly, her hands gripping his more tightly. "You're taking me to Bermuda to get married?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
He gave her hands a squeeze and a sheepish grin. "Well, I'll be honest. Everything you said tonight, about your father and Julian and God knows what else trying to keep us apart.. I'm scared to death about that, too. That's why I want us to get on that plane, go down there and make it official." He paused, pulling her aside as a man walked past. "Sheridan, I know you want the whole big thing, the church, the dress, the friends, family and I do too and we will... but this is just to ensure that we can make it to that day."
Sheridan was silent for a second, her eyes on the ground but then she lifted her head, a smile on her face, all traces of fear gone. "I'll go. On one condition."
"Anything."
Tilting her head, she said with sparkling eyes. "You have to promise there will be no boats involved this time."
Amusement creeped into his brown eyes as he ushered her towards the terminal. "No boats," he agreed without hesitation.
******
Theresa was reluctantly trudging up the walk towards the main house when she saw Gwen coming towards her. Fighting the urge to roll her eyes, she sighed and picked up the pace. "Gwen, hi," she called, forcing a smile.
Gwen looked up, startled, but her face darkened when she saw who it was. "What do you want, Theresa?"
"I need to talk to you for a second, if you don't mind," Theresa said sweetly, internally reminding herself to shoot Luis when he got home.
"Actually, I do," Gwen replied coolly, "I was just on my way to visit Sheridan, if you'll excuse me."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," Theresa blurted out, grabbing the other woman's arm and dragging her out of view of the main house. "Luis and Sheridan left late last night for Bermuda to get married. Now I know we don't get along, but for whatever reason, you are Sheridan's best friend and Luis asked me to have you meet them down there." She thrust a piece of paper at her. "There's all the information you'll need. Just don't let this get back to Julian or Alister."
Gwen stared at her open mouthed for a moment before shaking her head. "How do I know I can trust you? How do I know this isn't another one of your ploys to get Ethan?"
Theresa rolled her eyes. "You can think whatever you want, but the number to the hotel is there if you want to call and check. Now if you'll excuse me," She pushed past her and continued on down the walk.
******
"It's still as beautiful as I remember," Sheridan sighed, leaning back as Luis wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Looks can be deceiving though," He commented, resting his chin on the top of her head, staring out at the expanse of ocean that he had once thought claimed the life of the woman in his arms.
Sheridan nodded in agreement, turning in his embrace so that she was facing him. "I have a good feeling about this time though, Luis. I don't know why, but I'm not worried about anything happening anymore."
Luis raised an eyebrow. "Well, I'm glad to hear that. I'll just be a lot more at east when that ring is on your finger."
"I know, I will too," She conceded, letting her hands wander up his chest, over his shoulders and into his soft dark hair.
Luis dipped his head and met her lips for a smoldering kiss before extracting himself from her arms. "As much as I'd love to spend the day with my two favorite girls, it is bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding and we definitely don't need any bad karma."
Sheridan rolled her eyes but accepted his out-stretched hand and they walked back to the hotel in silence. "You know, you never did tell me how you got us here so quick, with reservations and everything," She inquired as they approached the sprawling building.
"It's no big deal," He said dismissively. "I just called in a few favors."
Her interest snabbed, Sheridan turned to look at him, her blue eyes narrowed. "To who?"
Luis shrugged. "A friend."
Coming to a halt, thus stopping him in his tracks, Sheridan put her hands on her hips. "Luis Lopez-Fitz--"
Her words were abruptly cut off by his kiss and she smacked his chest when they parted. "That wasn't fair!"
"What? This?" He asked innocently, pulling her towards him for another soul searing kiss.
"Yes!" She sputtered, breaking away, though the corners of her mouth were turned upwards. "Stop trying to change the subject."
"Oh, but this is an oh so much more agreeable subject," Luis murmured into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Luis," She protested. "I want to know."
Shaking his head, he relented. "A guy I knew in high school co-owns this place. He got caught in the crossfire during a drug bust we made last year and I ended up saving his butt. He said if I was ever down here and needed somewhere to stay, to give him a call. So when I decided to bring you down here, I took him up on that."
Nodding, she smiled at that answer. He always seemed to be saving someone. "But what about the plane tickets? I know it's not exactly a cheap trip and you've been out of work..."
Luis just grinned as he tossed an arm over her shoulders. "I'll explain that later."
******
"Yes, I'm sure I'll be fine," Gwen repeated for the third time into her cell phone as she made her way through the airport. "No, Ethan, there's no reason for you to come. I'll be home tomorrow morning. Alright. Yes. I love you, too. Goodbye." Hanging up, she sighed. She hated lying to her husband, but she wasn't taking any chances with Sheridan and Luis' happiness this time. If Ethan knew where she was going, he'd insist on going as well, prompting Julian to inquire about their destination and lets face it, Ethan couldn't lie to save his life. So she told him she had to go to New York overnight for work, which was plausible enough. Ever since she'd miscarried shortly after their wedding in December, she'd thrown herself into her work, often going out of town. Forcing that out of her head, she continued forward, not seeing the person in front of her until she ran straight into him.
"Hey watch where the hell - Oh, sorry, are you okay?" The man said, his voice growing softer when he saw it was a woman who had run into him. She looked vaguely familiar but he couldn't seem to place her.
Gwen scowled at the man before her. "Could you please move?"
"Well, I could, but see I'd plow right into this nice old lady in front of me," he gestured to the woman who stood oblivious not too far away and Gwen frowned, finally taking notice of the long line at the ticket counter.
"Dammit, this would happen," She muttered, glancing at her watch, cursing under her breath at the time. "I'm never going to make it to Bermuda on time."
The mention of Bermuda grabbed the mans attention and he studied her for a second when it dawned on him and a smile spread across his face. "Gwen Hotchkiss, right?"
Gwen stopped abruptly, her expression confused. "Do I know you?"
He shrugged. "Not really. I'm Luis' friend. Hank Bennett."
Her frown faded, but the impatience still lingered in her eyes. "Hank. Oh, right. What are you doing here?" She didn't mean for it to come out quite so bitchy, but didn't didn't want to take any chances, even if the guy was Luis' best friend.
Hank glanced around quickly and lowered his voice. "I've been summoned to play best man."
Thankful she'd assumed correctly, Gwen finally graced him with a smile and he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was when she did. "So you're my traveling companion. I'm sorry about crashing into you, I wasn't watching where I was going."
"Don't worry about it," Hank waved away her apology, wondering how her attitude could change so drastically in two seconds flat.
"What are we going to do about this?" Gwen asked, motioning towards the ever slow moving line.
Hank seemed to think it over for a minute before grabbing her free hand and pulling them out of the line, despite her many protests. Retrieving his cell phone, he hit a few buttons and waited. "Sam? Hey, it's Hank. Listen, I know it's against department policy, but you wouldn't happen to have the chopper handy, would you?"
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Sheridan sat alone on the balcony of the hotel room she and Luis shared, staring out at the pool below. There was a couple there, with two kids, a little boy and girl, that were keeping her interest. The kids were the cutest and she smiled, looking forward to the day her little girl came into the world.
Suddenly a knock came on the door and she froze. Who in the world could that be? Luis had taken another room until after the wedding, even after her begging him not to and she hadn't ordered any room service. With her heart in her throat, she quietly made her way towards the door. "Who is it?" She called shakily.
"It's your maid of honor, now open up," A familiar voice floated back and her eyes widened in surprise as she fumbled with the locks.
"Gwen?" She exclaimed once the door was open and she found herself face to face with her best friend.
The woman in question smiled brightly and hugged her friend tight. "What, you thought I'd miss your wedding?"
Sheridan pulled back, her expression elated but confused. "Don't get me wrong, I'm happy you're here, but how did you..."
Gwen smiled as she followed her into the room. "Believe it or not, Theresa pulled me into a bush to tell me."
"You're kidding me?" Sheridan laughed, wrinkling her nose, just trying to imagine that scene. "Luis must've told her before we left."
"Apparently," Gwen shrugged but then impulsively threw her arms around her again. "God, I'm so happy for you! I know how much you want this."
A small smile appeared on Sheridan's face and she wiped the few tears that slipped down her cheeks. "I'm such a mess, Gwen. The moment we've wanted for so long is so close and there's nothing in our way this time. I just... I'm so happy I could burst," she giggled as another drop fell from her eye.
Gwen took her hand and led her over to the door. "Well, how about instead of sitting around here and waiting, we go out and find you something to wear? Something to knock Luis' socks off."
If at all possible, Sheridan's face brightened at her words and she nodded, grabbing her purse on the way towards the door. "Lead the way," she said, taking one more glance around the room, her heart soaring at the realization that the next time she came through the door, she would be Mrs. Luis Lopez-Fitzgerald.
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To be continued....