The two weeks until the wedding passed quickly after my last meeting with Fulton Reed. It was best, I figured, to cut him out of my life completely rather than try to keep him as a friend. My eyes filled with tears as I sat in my window, looking at the people out on that bright spring day. Time was passing so fast and I couldn't stop it. Tomorrow I would be Mrs. Scott Evans and my life would be set in stone. No more wondering if this was the right or wrong thing, I'd come too far to turn back now. The idea was tossed from my mind when the door opened to my room.

"Heya!' Madison called, plopping down on my bed. I quickly wiped the tears from my cheeks and tried to smile. She was growing on me over the past few weeks.

"Hey, everything alright down stairs?" I asked as they set up for the rehearsal dinner that evening.

"Oh, yeah, great. Mom's just fighting with Scott about the colors you choose and Scott's worried about the center-piece arrangements for tomorrow, it's a really jolly family gathering." She said sarcastically. I smiled a little, glancing back out the window as the caterer was arriving to go over tomorrow's menu.

"You can tell me what's really wrong, you know, I'm gonna be your sister tomorrow." I sighed,

"Maddie, I'm really not in the mood." I started but she cut me off like she usually did,

"Now, wait a minute. I've kept plenty of secrets for you and I just try to help you and you all of a sudden decide you're too good to talk to me?" She asked getting annoyed,

"You know I didn't mean it that way!" I snapped as she lay back down on the bed and moved the soft fabric between her hands.

"Tammy, I might be over stepping my bounds here but why is it you can't talk to Fulton about what happened two weeks ago?" She asked. I tensed up,

"Because." I tried to think of an excuse but came to the same conclusion every time, I was afraid.

"Well?" She asked as I hugged my knees to my chest.

"Because, I don't want to make it harder on him that it already has to be!" I said thinking fast. Madison looked at me with a face of contempt,

"Yeah, I'll believe that when Mom actually meets Dean and likes him..." I knew there not even a chance of that happening.

"Look, it doesn't matter anymore, I'm marrying Scott tomorrow." I said finally getting up to walk to my closet.

"It does if you're still in love with Fulton. I doubt my brother wants to marry someone who's in love with someone else." and with that she exited the room to leave me to my thoughts. Was I still in love with Fulton? I rubbed my head before glancing around the room; it was filled with memories of him. The closet still held things he'd left there 6 years earlier. The familiar blankets, he spent so many nights sleeping in lay at the back of the closet floor in a folded pile. The window still sat an inch above the rim incase he came to it in the dark of night. I closed my eyes to control the tears that threatened to escape. The past 6 years of my life seemed to be clouded in this fog of something I couldn't let go and I wondered if I was making a mistake that was gonna end up with everyone hurt in the end.

"Please let me be doing the right thing." I prayed, glancing in the closet. A red dress stood out to me from the pile and I pulled it out to look at it. It was the dress I had worn so many years ago to that dance. Another reminder? Or was it a sign? I quickly tossed it on the shelf above the closet and instead grabbed a navy dress from the back.

"This will do." I said softly to myself before changing into it. I glanced in the mirror and smoothed the dress as much as possible to my hips.

"It looks fine." I reassured myself before glancing back at the closet. "It won't fit... It was 6 years ago." I told myself, pulling the dress from the shelf above the closet. It was big when I worn it the last time and I had actually lost weight since then. Maybe? I thought quickly changing dresses and looking back in the mirror. It fit, surprisingly well. In that moment I felt like I was that thirteen years old again, waiting impatiently for Connie to finish her make-up so we could leave. Fulton was waiting. Before I could scold myself for thinking this there was a knock on the door and Connie peeked her head in,

"It's nearly time." She said softly, looking over my appearance.

"Wow!" She said with a smile, entering the room.

"I didn't think it would fit but it did." I said moving the straps on my shoulder.

"It doesn't even look like the same dress!" She smiled, "Of course the last time you wore it, you weren't built for it." She joked as I swatted her.

"It really looks okay?" I asked.

"It looks great, now lets get your hair done before we have to leave." She said as I sat down. I looked in the mirror at myself as Connie stood behind me.

"Connie, you do have any regrets?" I asked softly.

"No, I suppose I've done everything I intended to do. Well, except marry Guy but we're not ready for that yet." She smiled.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm too young for this." I admitted as she continued with my hair.

"It's probably just nerves." She tried to reassure me. Something still didn't feel right but I brushed it off and started to apply some make-up to my face.

The rehearsal at the church went well and everyone headed back to my house for dinner and a small reception at the local tavern. Most of the team was there for the party, Averman wished me good luck and handed me a card before he headed out. Jesse and Terry stopped by to give me congrats on the marriage and Goldberg came for the food of course. Charlie, Guy and Connie were chatting quietly in the corner having a drink as I looked for Scott but was instead met by an uneasy Fulton,

"Hey, Tammy. I know I shouldn't be here so I'll go, I just came by to give you this." He said handing me an envelope. I could feel the weight of something in the envelope and glanced in it to see a set of keys settled next to a card of Congratulations.

"Fulton, I..."

"No, it's okay, I built it for you so you should have it. I just want you to be happy." He said looking down. I glanced back at the keys,

"What about your shop?" I asked softly.

"I managed to save up enough to rent some space on Main Street so I'll open up there." He said running his fingers through his hair. I caught Madison and Portman staring at us from behind him. I didn't know what to say,

"Fulton, I still don't know how you did it, I mean build that house and get the land and everything. You're only 20, you couldn't have saved for it." I said silently.

"My Father died a couple years after you left. Heart attack, imagine that? He had a lot of money in places my mom and I didn't know about. It was enough to buy the land and my Mother said she wanted me to be happy so we bought it. I had some friends from work help me and we spend 2 years building that place with what I could scrap together from selling my furniture. It was all I thought about." He said softly. My eyes wanted to cry as I looked at this man who loved me with all his heart and I was stomping on it.

"Fulton..."

"No, Tammy, you take it. I built it for you and I don't think I can be there anymore." He said turning to walk away.

"Fulton, wait." I said as he turned around, "Thank you for loving me." I said softly, "Will you dance with me one last time?" I asked. His face softened and he took my hand, leading me to the dance floor where other people were dancing. A new song was starting and I closed my eyes as he enveloped me in his strong embrace.

See, baby I, apologize
For all the things that I've done that I've done
See I've known that I've been a fool for far too long
And baby you have it, I go around to wait, just come back to me
Please baby, baby won't you stay
If you really love me then why are you leavin' me

The words washed over me and I rested my head on his shoulder, looking away from his face. Was this feeling of completeness an illusion every time I got within 10 feet of Fulton Reed. Could I ever be this happy with Scott? Would I ever feel this loved? I turned my face to look at his and I felt everything he felt for me in his eyes.

I can't think, think about this crazy day
I lose sleep just to daydream about you babyyyyyyyy
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, just to thinkin' about you lately
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, just to thinkin' about you baby
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, thinkin about you lately
I'm going crazy, crazy, (crazy, crazy) when I can't touch you
Crazy, crazy (I'm going crazy) when I can't hold you
Crazy, crazy, (I'm going crazy) when I can't see you again
(Said I'm going crazy)

I touched his cheek lightly with the tips of my fingers and tried to sort my feelings for this man in front of me. He looked down at me with a longing I'd never seen him express.

I've finally realized, that you are my true love
And I had a lot of time to think, and you're all seem to keep thinking,
To keep thinkin of, yeahhh
And now I know I need you each and every day
I can't live without you, so don't run away
Baby you say that you love me, so why'd you leave me, why

"I'm so sorry for the past few weeks." I started but he silenced me,

"It was both of us...at least I got to see you again...we won't be wondering in the future what might have been." He said softly, taking my hand in his and moving a little around the floor.

I can't think, think about this crazy day
I lose sleep just to daydream about you baby
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, just thinkin about you lately
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, just thinkin about you baby
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, thinkin about you lately
I'm going crazy, crazy, (crazy, crazy) when I can't touch you
Crazy, crazy (crazy, crazy), when I can't hold you
Crazy, crazy, when I can see again

The song was ending and I felt like a piece of me was ending with it.

"Fulton... I..." I started but Scott was at my side at that moment.

"Tammy, I was looking for you." He smiled

If I can see you, if I can see you again
Then I would go, if I could see you again
I'd go crazeee

"I'm sorry, I was talking with Fulton. You remember him don't you?" I asked.

"From the arena, yes, good to see you again."

"I was just leaving." Fulton said handing my hand to Scott's "I wish you all the happiness, Tammy." He whispered to me before he left the dance floor.

"Shall we?" Scott's voice interrupted as I followed Fulton with my eyes.

"Sure." I said softly. Scott led me back to the dance floor but my heart was leaving with Fulton.