Author's Note: Sorry for taking so long to update. Wait, that sounded really conceited. It makes it sound like I expect all of you to be like me, caffeine-crazed anti-socialites with no lives who sit up in front of your laptop, waiting and waiting and waiting, not sleeping or eating until the next chapter is up. With that said, thanks for sticking with me. I also apologize in advance: this chapter is going to be painfully short. But rest assured, I have the next few chapters penned out and ready to go once they're typed, so hopefully there will be a flurry of updates soon.
To Blondie: Glad to hear it. Thanks for reviewing.
To Your Spell-"Bindind" Lover: Let's hope your name was just a typo. Of course there's going to be a honeymoon! Plus The Da Vinci Code kicks butt. But not as much butt as CSI.
To Allie: I don't know where the ideas come from. Maybe it's because George is so inspiring…Thanks for your ongoing reviews!
To MollyMKS: Jack Sparrow is my hero. Well, my second hero. George is my first hero. I'm glad you liked Sara's thoughts, and thanks, as always, for reviewing!
To jd: Why is it that I keep making people cry? Well, it's not on purpose, but in an upcoming chapter, it will be. (I am saying no more until then…) I really am pleased with how Nick's family turned out. You might think that is strange, since I am technically in control of how they turn out, but as I have said before, and I'm sure many of you other writers reading this know can happen, it's really writing itself right now. Which I am very thankful for. Thanks for reviewing!
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I should hope that we don't have to go through this at this point…
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Nick looked at his new wife lovingly, watching her smile, flick the fork around as she spoke, and mingle effortlessly with people she'd only met once or twice. He loved her smile. It was so genuine, so pure. All he wanted to do was plant a kiss right on her lovable gap-toothed grin. He then smiled inwardly as he realized that it was their wedding and he could do whatever he wanted to do. He stopped her mid-sentence, taking her chin in his hand, and leaned in for a gentle kiss, to which she gladly complied. They pulled apart and gazed at each other until Catherine, who was sitting with them, cleared her throat and said, "You were saying?"
Sara was jolted from her gaze, and she stammered, "Uh, yeah. We were planning on going to the Caribbean for our honeymoon. We're going on a cruise. Well, I guess we're not planning anymore. It's final; we're leaving tomorrow."
"How long will you be gone?" Warrick asked.
"Two weeks," Nick answered for Sara. Catherine thought it was cute that they were already speaking for one another.
"Planning on having a little fun?" Catherine asked deviously.
Sara nearly spit out the sip of sparkling apple cider she was taking. Her face turned red. Nick just grinned that same lovable smile that he'd had on his face right after the alien priest had asked them if they were married, which was answer enough for Catherine.
"I hope you have a good time," she said.
"Oh, I'm sure we will," Nick said, winking at Catherine and squeezing Sara's hand. She wanted the ground to swallow her up right then and there.
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The wedding was finally over. Not that it hadn't been amazing, but it was a ton of work. Sara and Nick had been on their feet most of the day, and they were ready to collapse into bed. They were the last two left outside, except for the catering crew, who were cleaning up.
The newlyweds decided it was time to go in, since it was starting to get chilly outside. They walked slowly to the house, fingers intertwined. Just as they were about to enter, Sara stopped.
Nick, thinking something was wrong, stopped and looked at her worriedly. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing, it's just that I remembered that you're supposed to carry me over the threshold."
He smiled. "There is nothing I'd like more than to carry my wife over the threshold." He put one arm underneath her arms and swept her up with the other. She giggled, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him.
"Oof!" He was surprised at how heavy she was.
"Gee, thanks," Sara said sarcastically.
"No, it's just the dress is really heavy," he explained as he made the way to the bedroom.
"Well, it does weigh over twenty-five pounds," she told him, just as they reached the bedroom. She kicked the door closed behind them.
"I suppose that there's no other solution but to get you out of it," he reasoned as he laid her down on the bed.
"I suppose so," she said, and pulled him on top of her in a fiery kiss.
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Author's Note: Like I said, painfully short. But I apologize and am about to start typing up the next chapter right away. I may post it sooner if I get a review or two…or three…we could even aim for five, eh? By the way, what does "TPTB" or "TBTP" (I don't remember which one) mean?