"Dad, we've got a problem," Blake said, coming in without knocking. Then there was a snicker. "Oh, I see the `no sneaking people into your bedroom' rule doesn't apply to everyone in this family."

"What's wrong, Chrissy?" Roger said.

"Besides you and Mom shamelessly breaking a rule that you were VERY STRICT about when I was younger?"

"And besides the fact that we apparently raised you to not feel the need to knock on a closed door," Holly said.

"Well, you know the florist Ross and I picked for our wedding? They just called us and there's been a mistake. They wrote the wrong date and they won't have our flowers ready by the wedding."

"This is very fixable," Holly said. "We'll be able to find a different florist. I'll take today off and go look at flowers."

"Flowers aren't really your forte, Mom. Dad, can you go with her?"

"Don't worry about being gentle, Blake. I'm not going to take this personally."

"I can absolutely go with her. Don't worry, honey."

"Thanks. Now I guess I need to let you two get ready. We'll be discussing this later."

Holly rolled her eyes. "This is your daughter," she told him.

They ended up going to Holly's house so she could change before heading on a roundup of the town's florists. Blake had written down what she was looking for and Roger compared notes. The fourth one had everything she wanted, so they put down a deposit.

"I can pick them up," Holly said.

"I just need a name," the cashier said.

"Clarissa Dalloway," Roger said, and Holly laughed.

On their way back home, Holly said, "That was possibly the best reference you've ever made." He smiled and said, "I thought you'd appreciate it."

"Can you believe Blake's getting married in a few days?"

"I'm trying not to think about it. She can do better."

"If I can be happy for them, so can you," Holly said. "He makes Blake happy and they're good together."

"I guess." Roger looked out the window and scowled.

Holly took one hand off the wheel and touched his knee. "Don't ruin this for her."

"I'm not ruining anything."

"Promise me you won't do anything. Or say anything." She thought for a second, then added "Or even imply anything."

Roger shot her a wounded look.

"Don't even try it. I know you and I know how badly you want to stop this wedding."

"You're right. I don't want her to marry him. He's…he's a creep, Holly. But I love Chrissy and she loves him, so I'm going to do everything I can to make sure she has the wedding of her dreams. And if he hurts her, they will never find his body."

She pulled into her driveway and leaned over to kiss Roger. "You're oddly attractive when you discuss murder."

The next few days were a blur of preparations. Holly ended up taking the rest of the week off from the paper (delighting Fletcher with his temporary carte blanche authority) and then finally it was the day of the wedding.

Roger kept his promise and the day went off without a hitch. They were walking to the car when he said, "What do you want to do tonight?"

"Sleep. So much sleep, ideally 12 hours of it. Why? What do you want to do?"

"I want to marry you."

Holly laughed. "Aren't you sick of weddings yet?"

"I'm serious."

She stopped walking and turned to look at him. "We can't just get married."

"Why not?"

"Blake just left for her honeymoon. She'd be so hurt if we got married without her."

"We could get married now and do it right later. A very no-frills ceremony and then something with Blake and anyone else you want."

"So now we're getting married twice?" She considered it. "But we need to apply for a marriage license and then there's a waiting period. So that would mean Tuesday at the earliest."

"We could go to Vegas right now. Elvis could marry us."

"That sounds fun. But no, let's get married on Tuesday. We'll take next week off, too, and we can have a honeymoon."

"So you're saying yes?"

"Yes."

He twirled her around and she laughed. "Easy there. And I think Blake will forgive us if we let her plan the second wedding."

"But we're getting married?"

"We're getting married."

SIX MONTHS LATER

Holly was getting ready for her second wedding day. They'd managed to keep the first one a secret from everyone else, thanks to a justice of the peace wedding. Holly let Blake do most of the planning anyway, but vetoed all of the most over the top suggestions.

"It's my fourth marriage, Blake," Holly said. Roger smiled, catching the careful phrasing so that she wasn't lying. "I don't want this to be a spectacle."

"I've been waiting for you to get married to Daddy practically my whole life. Consider this my birthday and Christmas present for the five years."

"Oh!" Holly said, seeing the clock. "So Ross is taking care of that thing we discussed, right?"

"Yes," Blake said. "Don't worry. It's being delivered here."

"What are you planning?" Roger asked suspiciously.

"I have a wedding present for you," Holly said. "You'll be happy. Don't worry."

"Daddy, you shouldn't even be here. It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding."

"He'll leave before I get in my dress. But I don't believe in superstitions like that."

"I'm just saying I wouldn't risk it if I were you."

"Can we get back to my present? What is it?"

"You're as bad as Blake!" Holly said, laughing. "You'll find out. And it'll even be soon so you'll have something to do while I'm getting ready."

"You know how I am about waiting," he protested.

"What, you? Impatient?"

Roger tried to look hurt but couldn't stop smiling.

"It should be any time now." Holly kissed him. "Just…hold out a little bit longer."

There was a knock on the door. Roger turned to go get it and Holly cut him off. "Blake, you go. Tell us when to come out."

"You're killing me," Roger said but he was still smiling.

"If I could give you anything in the world, what would make you happiest today?"

"You're marrying me. Nothing could top that."

She kissed him again and then said, "I love you for saying that but I think I did."

"Okay, come out!" Blake called.

Roger and Holly went into the living room. Hart was standing there. He seemed uncomfortable and more than a little unsure about being there, but he was in a suit. Bridget was there, too, in a dress and holding Peter.

"I was told that maybe you needed a best man?"

"And a ring bearer?" Bridget added. "I have a little suit for him but we're not putting him in that until right before the ceremony."

"...How?" Roger managed to say.

"I had every reporter I ever worked with trying to find him. A couple of weeks after Blake's wedding, someone found him. I sent a letter. And we've been talking back and forth."

"I'm not staying," Hart said. "And I'm not messing anything up for Bridget or Vanessa with Peter. But Holly told me how much you've changed and how you almost died. So…I came for the wedding."

"And I got Vanessa to agree to let Peter come," Bridget said.

Blake grabbed a camera. "We have to get ready, but can we get a picture? Three generations?"

Holly took several pictures of Roger, Hart and Peter and then a bunch with Blake in there, too. "We'll do real pictures later, too, but thank you for letting me get these."

"Do you want to do one with all of you?" Bridget asked. "I can take it."

Holly was about to say that they could do one with the photographer later, especially since Hart was the only one fully ready, but then reconsidered.

"I would love that. Thank you." She passed Bridget the camera and stood between Roger and Blake. Hart was on Roger's other side and Roger held Peter.

Bridget took a few pictures and then Blake said, "We really need to get ready. Dad, we'll take your suit to the church; it won't take you long to get ready, right?"

"Not long at all."

"Okay. We'll see you soon. Mom? I'll get your dress and meet you in the car."

Bridget, Hart and Peter left to wait outside and a minute later, Blake went by, carrying the suit and dress in their respective garment bags.

"Thank you so much for this."

"Of course. I'm glad it worked out."

"See you in a couple hours?" Roger asked.

"I'll be in white; you can't miss me."