Disclaimer: No, not mine... except the lovely, cute Sophia!
A/N: So, this is the end... I wrote it about... a year and a half ago... at least...
Brindabella and jakc: Ooh, my two devoted readers... so, since you're loving it, here's the next. And there might even be more warm and fuzzy bits...
Some Time Later:
She looked very beautiful walking down the aisle towards him, her stomach rounded slightly with the bulge of his child.
'What did I ever do to get this lucky?' The words ran through his head, not even holding a candle to the emotions that were coursing through him.
He felt a stirring in his heart, and at his side.
A small voice beside him whispered: "Mummy looks bery pwitty Daddy."
Looking down at his small daughter beside him, then back at his wife, Evan felt like he was the luckiest man on the planet, even though that was a title usually held by the groom, not his best man.
Jonesy thought back to how he had felt just under 4 years ago when he was standing right there where PJ now stood.
He had felt proud that she had chosen him over all the other men in the world, even though, as she had said when he told her later, that she hadn't met all the men on the planet.
The four of them had planned on making it a double wedding, with neither bride really wanting a huge wedding. However, that plan had been shattered, along with many other hopes and dreams when a bomb exploded in the station. Jo had been in a coma for three month, and bed ridden for another four. She had been forced into early retirement, spending a lot of her time babysitting Sophia, and later an at-home-mum for her own daughter.
Jo had refused to be pushed down the aisle in a wheelchair, or on crutches. The two of them had planned every detail but were unable to put a date on Jo's recovery. PJ had tried to convince her that they didn't need to have a big wedding, but Jo was adamant that she would show them that she was made of "tougher stuff", as PJ so eloquently put it.
Evan was shaken back to the present when the congregation arose, and as much as he admired the woman in white who had just entered, walking on her own, tall, straight and proud, he resumed his appraisal of the woman of his dreams.
Tess had only grown more beautiful in his eyes since the birth of their first child more than six years before.
Motherhood really suited her, even if it meant she was usually stuck at home, or on desk duty (a condition of them staying in the same station-one of them had to be around to be available to look after Sophia and later Nicholas).
It was hard to believe she was carrying their third child.
As he turned back towards the front and the priest, he saw the Boss a slight wave, one that could only mean one thing. That everything was set for tonight.
Tom and Ben had agreed to look after Nicholas and Sophia for the night, (not that they really had a choice, the deal he had made with them that day was still working to his advantage), so that Jonesy and Tess could have some alone time.
As his wife reached the end of the aisle, he turned and gave her a small smile. He wondered if she had remembered.
It was almost a pity she was already pregnant. He knew that Sophia would love to have a little brother or sister born on her birthday!
A/N: So, that's the end... and who knew that Jonesy had some romantic in him?