This is the finally chapter of Language of the Soul

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Epilogue

Sydney straightened her dress as she looked in the mirror of the small room. Smiling to herself as she recalled the last year it had been over a year since the horrible ordeal with Lauren and Sloane and Sydney was relieved to hear to they had both been dealt with locked away at CIA headquarters in Los Angels thousands of miles away and after the closed court case both sentenced to death via lethal injection which would take place later in the year. Sydney didn't want to attend or be told when Sloane and Lauren were dead that chapter of her life was over.

Sark had kept his promise of an island in the Caribbean where she had a sneaking suspicion they would be honeymooning at in a few hours.

Katya entered the room smiling like a proud mother would on her daughters wedding day.

"You look so beautiful Sydney, your mother would be so proud."

Wiping the tears away, she took one last look in the mirror. Her white dress had a thick straps which hid the scar from her bullet wound. Hugging her chest and stomach before fanning out into a ballroom skirt at her hips. Anna was the flower girl and was wearing an exactly replica of the dress but in her small size. Sydney picked up the bouquet of white lilies and exited the room, smiling widely.

Standing just outside the doors to the quaint chapel just outside Galway, Anna by her side, they had decided to walk together because Sydney's father had been injured while on a mission and was unable to walk his only daughter down the isle.

Sydney and her father had spent the last year making up for lost time. He was at her bedside not long after Julian had left to get the doctor, he had explained his absence from her life and his real day job. He had even told Sydney stories of her mother and although not happy with Julian because no one would ever be good enough for his daughter, finally came around and today would become a grandfather.

Sydney smiled as she recalled Jack's reaction to the word Grandfather, his normally stoic cold face broke out into a large smile, his eyes bright and shining. Sydney had never seen her father so happy. The smile soon dropped from his face and a concerned expression etched itself in its place. Sydney had almost laughed when she found out that he was concerned that he didn't know how to be a grandfather.

But today nothing could wipe the smile off her face she had all the family she could possibly want including the little surprise that was in growing inside her, Sark would be surprised when she told him. Anna was bouncing up and down in excitement beside Sydney because today she was getting a mommy.

The doors opened and the music started. Sydney took a deep breath and walking with Anna began her journey down the isle. He father smiling proudly and Sydney was sure there was tears in his eyes. For Sydney it seemed that this journey was going to be a lot better than the last she had her father, Anna and her soul mate Julian by her side.

Catching a glimpse of Sark in his tuxedo Sydney couldn't have been happier.

Sydney and Sark were wearing matching smiles and as their eyes connected blue on brown, the rest of the ceremony drifted away. Coming back to earth as the priest announced them husband and wife. Sark gently kissed Sydney their first kiss as husband and wife. As Sydney slightly deepened the kiss she truly felt as though she had found her soul mate and that they really did speak a language of their own.

THE END