A/N: I don't own shit. I'm getting so fed up with the total lack of Nick/Sara and I'm really fed up with my siblings. I think I'm going to wrap it up in this chapter.

Chapter Two: Doubts and Resolutions

"Goodnight baby." Sara kissed her daughter's forehead.

"Night mommy. Night daddy." Emily tugged the covers up to her chin, the way she'd done since she was three and turned on her side. "I love you guys."

"We love you too baby." Nick flicked off the lights in his daughter's room and walked with Sara out to the living room. "So." Nick gestured to the ring. "You wanna talk about that."

Sara sighed. "Emily really doesn't like Mike?"

"She likes Mike fine." Nick shrugged. "She just hasn't yet outgrown the idea that one day we'll get back together."

"We've explained to her at least fifty times that you and I love each other, we're just not in love."

"I understand."

"How am I going to tell Emily?" Sara's voice was heavy. "Nick, I can't marry him if it makes Emily unhappy."

"Emily will get used to Mike as her stepdad, I'm sure." Nick was comforting.

Sara could feel the doubt rising in her. "Nick, what if I'm not making the right decision?" She stared into his eyes. "What if...why couldn't we...why didn't we make it work?" She finally said.

"I don't know."

"Did we just give up when it got hard?"

"Kind of."

Sara rested her head on Nick's shoulder. "Why'd we give up? What if I wasn't meant to be with Mike, Nick?"

"Sara, what are you saying?" Nick's voice was choked.

"It's been in front of me this whole time." Sara muttered. "Why I never got into a relationship. Why something has felt wrong with Mike this entire time. It's been in front of me this whole time. Oh Nick, what if we were supposed to be together?"

Nick was silent. "Sara, I'm not engaged. I'm going to be gut-wrenchingly honest here. I love you. I always have. I would die for you and Emily, and if there were a way for you and I to work, I would try my hardest. But you are engaged, and I can't be the other man and if it doesn't work out, I don't want to ruin your relationship with Mike. I can't make the decision here Sara. It has to be you. You have to decide whether you're ready to give up Mike and give it a try with me or whether it's not worth the risk."

Tears were rolling down Sara's cheeks. She didn't even have to think about it. Slowly, she slid the engagement ring off. "There never was another choice, Nick. You're worth the risk a million times over."

"Sara, are you sure?"

"I miss us, Nick. I miss walking into the lab, holding hands. I miss sneaking off to make out. I miss being in love Nick."

"I miss us too, Sara."

"I guess I'll give the ring back then."

"You can still say no. You could still marry Mike."

Sara shook her head. "I'd never be happy with Mike. He's a good guy and he'd be a great stepfather for Emily, and a great husband, but there just isn't anything. No passion, no romance. I compare him with you, Nicky, and he falls short. Nobody ever measures up to you, Nick."

"Oh Sara." Nick leaned over and their lips met. Whatever passion had been missing with Mike, Sara found.

"Nick, I think we'd better move this to the bedroom." Quickly they moved to Sara's bedroom.

Sara handed Mike the velvet box. "I just can't." She was crying.

"Why not, Sara?"

"It wouldn't be fair to you Mike. My heart will always belong to Nick. And there will always be something between us and it's not fair to make you my second choice."

Mike sighed and nodded. "I understand Sara. Thank you for being honest."

"I'll see you around?"

"See you around." Mike confirmed.

Nick and Sara didn't see any reason to wait. They were married by a justice of peace the next week. Emily was all smiles.

They were a family again.

Epilogue: Eight and a half years later

Emily Stokes dropped her brother, Aaron, off at his friend, Billy's, house. "Bye Aaron!" She waved to her seven-year-old brother and drove home. As she opened the door and set her keys on the counter, she saw her parents hastily breaking apart.

"Nice guys." She smiled wryly. "Really, very attractive."

"Hey, we're married. It's our right." Nick stood and ruffled his daughter's hair. Emily pretended to be too old for her father's doting, but she loved it. For her sixteenth birthday he'd given her a brand-new GMC Denali to match the Denalis that Nick and Sara drove. It was fully equipped with a surround sound CD changer, GPS system, Sirus radio, and every gadget Emily could wish for. "Emily, would you mind setting the table?"

"Sure dad." Emily set the table while her dad served the food.

"Hey, Em, can you baby sit your brother next Friday? It's our anniversary." Sara took a bite of her pasta.

"Sure." Emily shrugged. "As long as you guys make a concerted effort to not make out on the couch anymore."

"Hey, at least I didn't marry Mike." Sara folded her arms.

"Yeah, good thing, since he turned out to be a felon." Emily laughed. "You know you never could've married him. You and dad were meant to be."

"Yes we were, Em. And someday you'll find a soulmate who fits you as well as your mother fits me." Nick took his wife's hand.

"Ew guys, can we keep the PDAs to a minimum?" Emily playfully grimaced.

"You said it yourself, Em. Your mom and I were just meant to be together."