The Last Chapter - May 1946

Emily's mother frittered about smoothing the creases of Emily's dress and plucking at non-existent lint.

"Mom, mom...mother!" Emily waved her mother away. "Let it be, I'm fine," she tried to keep her voice calm.

Her mother took a step back with her mouth pursed. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Mom," Emily raised her eyebrows in warning.

Her mother had the decency to direct her judgmental look at the floor. "It's just," she said in a hushed voice, "a divorcee?"

"Yes," Emily said dryly, somehow this subject continued to come up. Emily probably wouldn't have told her parents that Nixon was divorced if it could have been avoided. However, between the end of the war and the scramble to prepare for their future, the last year had been a whirlwind. "But let's not forget, he was also a Captain!" That title had originally excited her parents when she first broke the news of their engagement, before they had learned the wedding had to be postponed until Nixon's separation from Kathy was finalized.

That reminder seemed to perk Emily's mother up slightly, "yes, a Captain. It was really quite nice of Lewis' family to contribute as much as they did," the compliment sounded obligatory. Emily's mother would never truly comment on the Nixon's wealth, it was undignified. But Emily was sure that fact somewhat amended Lewis' disgraced martial status in her mother's mind.

"Your father wasn't pleased about it but you know how he can get. He wants to be the one to give you everything," her mother continued. Emily began to tune out her mother's ramblings. Once again she found herself wishing for more female friends so that she didn't have to endure this time alone with her mother. Unfortunately, her cousins all had babies to attend to and had already excused themselves from the dressing room.

A knock at the door sounded and Emily felt instant relief. Finally, some sort of distraction from her nerves. She moved to open the door but her mother beat her to it. The door opened to the apprehensive face of George Luz, "uh, hi," he said to Emily's mother. Then his eyes landed on Emily. George let out a low whistle, "wowza, you look incredible!" he said appreciatively.

Emily blushed and smoothed her skirt, "thank you, George."

"I got somethin' here for ya," George held up an envelope. He glanced at her mother for permission and her mother stepped aside to let him in. "Well," George said, "Joe had it for ya but it was easier for me to run it over, because, well you know," he shrugged and handed her the letter heavy with postage.

It was addressed in Marwa's handwriting; her sweet friend had remained in Europe and was unable to make the trip to Chicago. But Emily and Nixon had made plans to meet up with her over their honeymoon

"Who's that from, dear?" Emily's mother asked.

"A friend, remember the nurse?" Emily responded already opening the envelope.

"Which nurse? I don't remember a particular nurse.. oh that Arab girl?"

Emily shot George a look. "Mrs. Rooney is it?" George interrupted, "I've been looking forward to meeting you!" Emily mouthed her gratitude to him as he directed her mother to the settee. George winked and held up a thumb behind her mother's back. "You know I've never been to Indiana, are there many churches there? I wouldn't want to go if there wasn't anywhere to attend mass on Sunday," George's flattery faded away as Emily turned her attention to the letter.

Marwa's beautiful calligraphy transported Emily back to the last time she saw her friend. Their goodbye had been tearful, mostly on Emily's part. But the friends had stuck to their commitment to write. It was in a letter to Marwa that Emily first put into words Nixon's unconventional proposal.

Nearly a year ago Emily had stood beside Nixon looking down into the breathtaking Bavarian landscape from a balcony in Hitler's Eagles Nest.

"Lew," she placed a cautious hand on his hip, "what's next for you?" It was a loaded question. Deployment to the Pacific was still an option. Emily was free to return to the states when she pleased but so many things between her and Nixon remained unresolved. The past few weeks had been a dream supplemented by good food and beautiful scenery. Emily had felt hope return to her - hope that extended beyond the end of the war. She wanted to know what life would look like next year, five years from now, and beyond. The first step in preparing for the future was to find out where Nixon saw himself.

Life had returned to Nixon the past few weeks; the receding war and his submission to Emily's love had begun to heal him. Their time in Bavaria had been a relative heaven, but a temporary heaven.

Nixon pulled his gaze away from the captivating view to look into the grey eyes that had guided him through so much. "Dick and I are going to re-deploy to the Pacific," he said matter-of-factually. There was no sugar coating it. He and Emily had found their sweet spot of upfront honesty.

Emily nodded as if she had expected as much, "and then?" she asked.

Nixon had hoped she would ask that. He had seen the footage coming out of the Pacific - he needed her hope to get him out alive, he needed her to have a vision of 'after'. "Well, I'll go back to New Jersey, marry you and I don't know, buy a house or something," he leaned on the balcony.

An impulsive smile spread across Emily's face, "marry me? Di- did you just propose to me, Lewis?"

He smirked, "I suppose I did."

Emily narrowed her eyes playfully at him, "you suppose? Do you even want to marry me?"

"People get married all the time for many different reasons, they're lucky if it's for love. You should understand that better than anyone," Nixon said, "and I love you, so yeah I want to marry you."

Emily bit her lip to keep the smile from overtaking her face, "well who say's I want to marry you?"

"If you were smart, you'd marry me now and hope I get blown up over Tokyo. Take me for everything that I'm worth," Nixon joked darkly.

"Lewis!" Emily smacked his arm. He chuckled. "That's terrible," she admonished him, "besides I'm pretty sure Kathy beat me to that."

"Touche."

"That is the question though…" Emily's tone turned serious.

"Yeah," Nixon turned back to look out onto the landscape, "are you up to waiting for me?"

"I've already waited years for you to come around, what's another few?"

Luckily, they only had to wait a year. Now, Emily found herself standing at the entrance of a grand room dressed in white holding onto her fathers arm for dear life. The loss of the marital sacrament had been a blow to her parents but after a lot of tears they had accepted that their daughter was getting married in a club hall, not a church. Emily couldn't be bothered where she got married. Planning the wedding had been exhausting and distracting from what she'd actually been interested in planning: the honeymoon. Emily had spent far too much time mediating between her mother and her future mother-in-law.

The first couple of months back in the states, Emily had been a guest at the Nixon's many properties along the eastern seaboard. New York City had been fun, until her mother came to visit and meet her future in-laws. Though cordial, the mothers seemed to agree on very little. However, they did manage to unite in order to bully Emily into wearing the gaudy ring Lewis had bought her out of obligation.

But Emily didn't consider that her real engagement ring - it was simply for appearances sake. The ring she would wear as his wife would be a gold band engraved with flora. Nixon and Emily had picked it up in Paris on their way home to the states. That was all Emily had wanted. It was more fitting; a simple testament to how they had grown as individual's and in their relationship. An ornate diamond strongly juxtaposed the world in which they had fallen in love.

As the wide doors to the hall swung open, Emily's father squeezed her hand. "I'm so proud of you," he whispered. Emily looked up at him in shock but her ever stoic father was already looking straight ahead as if nothing had been said. But his words were monumental, that's all she had ever wanted to hear from him.

The view down the aisle seemed incredibly long. The people who sat closest to the door were the people Emily knew the least; family friends from her parents church, the Nixons' obligatory invitees. Emily's hand grew sweaty around her bouquet as she gritted her teeth into a smile. She didn't want any of them to see how nervous she was.

She began to relax as her father led her past the faces of her friends who sat closer to the front; her first co-workers from the O.S.S., the grinning faces of Frank Perconte and Babe Heffron. Emily's throat closed with emotion as she passed Bill Guarnere and Joye Toye who wobbled, but leaned on each other, both determined to stand for the bride. Joe Toye smiled and nodded slightly from where he stood, "not just a work-wife," he whispered jokingly as she passed. Emily's giggle sounded nervous but confidence surged within her at his acknowledgement. Finally, the view of the altar was clear in Emily's vision; she saw Dick Winters standing proudly beside Nixon. Suddenly, she felt so overwhelmed by emotion that she could hardly bring herself to look at her future husband.

George Luz was the first person to greet them at the end of the aisle. Emily focused all of her nerves on his steady smile. With a wink, he took Emily's bouquet and made room for her mother to adjust her train. And then Emily was looking into the face of Lewis Nixon. The rest of the world melted away as he gazed into her sparkling grey eyes.

Everything that had happened to them the last couple of years had culminated into this very moment. It was in the moments without each other's touch that they had learned to love each other; they had grown wiser with each fight, stronger with each shared moment of vulnerability, and in deprivation they craved only to give the other the world. Neither of them would have expected that they would end this way. That's because this was by no means an ending; this was the beginning of life renewed.

Nixon took Emily's trembling hands in his steady ones."Finally," he said with a smirk.

The End.

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