A/N: Dear readers, sorry it's been such a while since I posted! I've been struggling with this chapter for whatever reason for so long and I'm so glad to have it finally done! LOL. So here it is! And Erin, you can thank my summer reading list for my little trip to the gutter in the last chapter. I guess I got a little inspired ;-)

Well, until 20, which hopefully will not take as long to post as this one did!

Changes 19

After breakfast, Alison found out where Rafe was taking her. They took a few back roads until they came upon a very old looking, but beautiful church.

"What is this place?" Katrina asked, rising up in her seat, trying to get a better look.

"It's a church, Princess."

"Is it Sunday?"

Rafe laughed. "No, it's not, but I'm sure we can still go inside."

"It's really beautiful," Alison said, opening her car door and stepping out. Katrina got out of the car on her side and Alison held out a hand as she climbed out.

"I want to show you the grounds first. There's a garden in the back."

Rafe led them through a path that opened up into a beautiful garden. There were plenty of trees surrounding the area. Rays of sunlight broke through the trees. It was the perfect balance of sunlight and shade.

In the center, there was a fountain. It had an angel up at the top, and a stream of water fell from the statue into the pool of water below.

"Ooo!" Katrina shouted when she saw the fountain, running over to it and putting her hands in the water.

"Katrina! That water's dirty!" Alison gently scolded.

Katrina took her hands out, wiping them on her shirt. "Look, Mommy, it's a wishing fountain. You can throw pennies in it and make a wish!" She held up a coin she had fished out of there.

"Well why don't you throw that coin back in and make a wish?"

Katrina grinned, then did just that.

"When I was little, my mother would take me here."

Alison smiled, taking hold of Rafe's hand. "Is that why you wanted to come here?"

"Yeah. I haven't seen this place in so long. This was always such a special place for her."

"Is this where your parents were married?"

Rafe smiled. "Yeah."

"What a beautiful church to get married in."

Suddenly, Rafe felt Katrina tugging on his shirt. "Daddy, I gotta go!"

"Okay, we'll go inside and find a bathroom."

Katrina skipped ahead of them, running to the door and waiting as her parents slowly made their way over.

"Come on! I gotta go now!"

By then, Rafe had reached the door. He opened it and pointed down a little hallway where the facilities were located. Katrina wasted no time, running to the bathroom in a hurry.

Rafe held the door open for Alison as she walked inside the building. Just ahead of them, two double doors were wide open, showing the inside of the church.

"What do you think?" he asked as they entered the main part of the church.

"Oh, it's so beautiful, Rafe."

Alison walked down the aisle, running her fingers along the smooth wooden benches as she passed by. When she reached the front, she admired the statues and ornate decorations. Everything looked as if it were a picture out of a book.

"Come here," Rafe said, taking her hand.

"Okay." Alison followed Rafe over to the first row of seats and sat down beside him on the bench.

"I wanted to come here because this place was special for my parents, but also, I wanted to show you. Every member of the Kovich family, well, I shouldn't say every, but almost every Kovich in my family was married in this very church."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'm sure if my mother had lived and I had stayed on here in Romania, I probably would have too."

"And who on earth would you have married?" Alison asked with a grin.

"Well you of course. Nobody could ever compare to you. We would have found each other. No doubt about that."

Alison smiled. She sometimes wondered what life would have been like if Rafe had lived and how their paths would have crossed. But she knew Rafe was right. They would have found each other anyway.

Suddenly, Katrina came running into the church. The first thing she noticed were the windows.

"Ooo! These windows are pretty!"

"Princess, shh," Rafe said, putting his finger to lips.

Katrina covered her mouth. She didn't mean to be so loud. She guessed it didn't matter if there was no one in the church or not. Daddy always shushed her when she got too loud in church.

Katrina walked over to the windows, running her finger along the stained glass as she said each color's name. "Blue, red, green, purple, yellow." She walked over to the next window. It looked exactly like the other one, same colors, same shapes.

When she became bored with the windows, she went over the last row and took a seat. She touched the cushion. It was red and velvety and very, very soft. She put her hands on the back of the bench ahead of her and when it was obvious her parents weren't watching her, she climbed over it. What fun!

"Well I tell you what," Alison said, taking Rafe's hands. "One day in the future, like when we're celebrating our 25th wedding anniversary or something, we'll come here to this church and have another wedding. We'll renew our vows here."

"Yeah, we could do that. I have another idea though."

"What's that?"

"Let's not wait. Let's get married today."

Alison laughed. "What?"

"Let's get married again. Come on, what better day to do this then on our anniversary? And since we're already here, why not?"

Alison smiled. "Well, what do you mean get married again? Like, for real? Like, with a reverend? Like dressing up and having a wedding?"

"Like right now," he laughed, standing up and taking her hand. He led her up to the front of the altar. "Just us. We don't need a reverend, and we don't need to dress up."

Alison gave him the biggest smile. "You always know the perfect way to surprise me, Rafe Kovich."

They joined hands as they stood at the end of the aisle.

Rafe gave her a smile as he began. "I, Rafe, take you Alison, to be my wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do us part."

"And I, Alison, take you Rafe, to be my husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do us part."

"Hey! You guys playing 'wedding'?" Katrina suddenly asked, interrupting their moment.

Rafe and Alison looked at their daughter and laughed.

"Something like that, Princess."

"I wanna play!" she begged, moving to stand in front of them. She looked up at her mother. "Mommy, do you take Daddy?"

Alison laughed. "Yes, I do."

"And, Daddy, do you take Mommy?"

Rafe smiled. "I do."

"Well now you're husband and wife! You may kiss the bride!"

Rafe and Alison moved closer and kissed…and kissed, and kissed.

Katrina sat down on the bench and sighed. She should have known when she told them to kiss, they would be kissing for a long time!

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"Mommy, whatcha doing?" Katrina stood on her tip toes, trying to see what her mother had on the kitchen counter.

"I'm preparing a romantic dinner for your daddy and I."

"What's a 'romantic dinner'? You mean like kissing?"

Alison laughed. "Well…it's more like a celebration. It's our anniversary."

"What's 'anniversary'?"

"It's kind of like a birthday. Daddy and I have been married for six years today."

"Oh."

Katrina followed her mother into the dining room and watched as she carried the food to the table and set out the dinnerware. Alison grabbed a lighter out of her apron and lit the two long candles in the center of the table.

"Oh, I forgot the glasses."

While her mother went back to the kitchen, Katrina watched the candles, almost mesmerized by then. They looked like giant birthday candles. She wondered if they were as easy to blow out as regular candles.

Katrina filled her cheeks up with air, then let out a breath, blowing out the candles. She laughed as she watched a curl of smoke rise to the ceiling.

"Okay, I've got the glasses, and the plates set out. And…." Alison put her hands on her hips and gave her daughter a stern look. "Katrina."

Katrina giggled. "I had to make a wish, Mommy!"

Alison took the lighter and relit the candles. "Well please don't blow them out this time."

Alison looked around, wondering if there was anything she was missing. She looked down at her apron. Oh yeah. Might be a good idea to take that off. She untied the straps and carried it back to the kitchen. Underneath the apron, she wore a simple summer dress, a dress which she loved. It was perfect enough to fit her growing belly, and yet, it didn't make her look fat, and that was the important thing.

"Katrina, why don't you go upstairs and play for a while? And can you go get Daddy for me?"

"Okay." Katrina knew all too well what that meant. Anytime her mother sent her to another room to play, it usually meant Mommy and Daddy wanted some grown up time. Sometimes being a kid stinks. You miss out on all of the fun.

Katrina headed out of the room and down the hallway, passing her father along the way. "Mommy's got a romantic dinner for you, Daddy!" she said, then ran past her father.

Rafe laughed. Romantic dinner?

A few moments later, he stepped into the dining room, looking at the table set before them.

Alison looked up, putting the finishing touches on everything. "Oh good, you're just in time."

Rafe gave his wife a smile as he looked at the table setting before them. "What is this?"

Alison laughed. "What does it look like? All your favorites. Candles. Dinner for two. We're celebrating of course."

"Dinner for two? Katrina's not joining us?"

"She's eaten already. I thought we could use the alone time. Oh wait, there's just one more thing."

Alison went over to the light switch and turned the lights down low. "There. Now it's perfect."

"So are you," Rafe said, walking over to Alison and kissing her lips.

During dinner, they kept smiling at each other. When was the last time they did something like this? Neither could remember. As much as they loved Katrina, they had to admit, having kids left little time for things like this.

When all of the dishes were cleared and dinner was over, Rafe had another surprise for Alison. She followed the sound of music coming from the living room.

"What are you doing?" Alison asked.

"I thought I'd put on some music. I'd really love to dance with my wife."

Alison grinned and walked over to Rafe. "I'd love to."

He took her into his arms and glided her across the room. Every time they danced, it made her think of the first dance they ever shared. They had certainly come a long way since that first dance at Lucy and Kevin's Christmas Eve wedding.

Upstairs, Katrina heard the music too. She sat on the steps and watched her parents, dancing and laughing. Katrina smiled, imagining them dressed up in fancy clothes and dancing at a ball, just like in the fairy tales.

"They're going to kiss again, Bernie," she whispered to her teddy bear. And just as the words left her mouth, her parents did just that. "See, told ya."

In her mind, Bernie answered back. "Yep, they sure do kiss a lot!"