CHAPTER 18
(EPILOGUE)
Jemma and Julie scurried about to make certain the last details had been attended to between Lottie's and the church, while Candy and Peggy helped the most nervous bride they had seen in quite some time prepare for her wedding. Just as Candy had finished arranging her hair, Jemma and Julie hurried into the small side room of the dorm that had once belonged to Candy, Christopher, and Molly, that Biddie now occupied. Breathless, Jemma clutched Biddie's trusty clipboard to her chest as she vowed;
"Julie and I have made certain that EVERY single detail on this list has been attended to. So, that being the case, I'd say it's time to get you ready to walk down the aisle, Biddie."
Tilting her head to the side, somewhat, as she offered the young woman a warm smile, Julie asked;
"Are you nervous, Biddie?"
Waving her hands about somewhat nervously, Biddie confided;
"Well, yes and no. I mean I know that Barnabas and I are doing the right thing, but it's just that I've helped organize so many of these, even Peggy and Josh's, rather, hasty wedding, that I'm having a hard time believing that it's finally my turn, or that this is all for us. Everybody's just been so nice and done so much, however in the world can we possibly repay everyone for everything they've done?"
Placing her hand on Biddie's shoulder, Jemma smiled warmly;
"You simply say thank you and enjoy what's been done. Biddie, do you have any idea as to just how important you are to everyone? Look how you helped pull everyone together when Aaron and I were married, you organized Julie and Jason's wedding, not to mention Jeremy and Candy's. Mind you, that's aside from helping organize the parties for engagements, birthdays, and christenings."
Putting her arm around her shoulders, Jemma offered;
"Not to mention helping us bring our babies into the world; and that's just what YOU'VE done, we haven't even mentioned what Barnabas had done to help us."
Thinning her lips in that familiar way that only she had, Biddie reminded;
"But, Jemma what about the house and..."
Shaking her head, Peggy pointed out;
"Biddie, the cabin was a gift from Ward and Kassandra, remember?"
Biddie nodded;
"Oh, my heavens yes! I just can't believe how generous they were in deeding it to us."
Brushing the wrinkles from Biddie's gown as Candy and Peggy put the finishing touches to her hair, Julie reminded her;
"You heard what Kassandra and Ward both said, Biddie about how if it weren't for all the investigating that Barnabas did, who knows how much longer Carlin Everston would have gotten away with what he did, or how much more of Kassandra's inheritance he would have managed to pilfer?"
Shaking out Biddie's bridal veil, Jemma speculated quietly;
"Or how many more women would have become his victim."
Glancing over her shoulder, Biddie shook her head as she sighed heavily;
"However in the world that man got away with as much as he did, I'll never understand. But, I guess he fell the victim of his own crime, in a way at least."
Despite knowing that, neither, she, her husband, or children had anything to fear from the man ever again, Jemma still had trouble controlling the involuntary shudder she felt as she recalled receiving the news of just what had happened to Carlin Everston. About four weeks after the trial Jemma and Aaron, having put their children to bed for the evening, were sitting in their living room; with Jemma reading one of Shakespeare's works and Aaron with his paper. The thought suddenly occurring to her, Jemma lowered her book to study her husband for a moment, something that seemed to catch his attention. Feeling his wife's eyes on him, Aaron lowered his paper to find Jemma studying him, a sweet, loving smile gracing her face. Lifting an eyebrow in question, Aaron asked;
"Jemma? Why are you looking at me like that, love?"
Marking her place in her book, Jemma rose from her chair to cross the space to stand in front of her husband. Motioning towards the paper in his hand before clasping her hands in front of her, Jemma questioned;
"Would you rather hold me or that newspaper?"
Without a moment's hesitation, Aaron hastily folded the paper to drop it on the end table before leaning forward to reach out to wrap his hands around her waist. Jemma couldn't help but emit a slight squeal of surprise as he effortlessly pulled her onto his lap to nuzzle her neck, his lips near her ear;
"Now that's a silly question!"
Placing a kiss on her cheek as he wrapped his arms around her, Aaron pulled her close to snuggle against his chest, laying his cheek against the top of her head before stating;
"I'll take holding you over ANYTHING, sweetheart."
Leaning back in his arms a bit, Jemma tilted her head slightly to look up at him;
"This is nice, isn't it?"
Using his finger to lightly trace her jawline, Aaron nodded;
"Holding you is always nice, my little love."
Rolling her eyes at his intentional obtrusiveness, Jemma gave her husband an exasperated look while tapping her finger against his lips as she chided;
"Now that's not what I meant and you know it, my darling heart."
Waving her hand across the space, Jemma clarified;
"I mean this, just being able to enjoy each other and our children, without something hanging over our heads."
Brushing a stray wisp of hair over her shoulder, Aaron nodded his agreement;
"We've definitely had more than our fair share, especially you."
Holding her closer, Aaron vowed;
"But that's behind us now, sweetheart. Everston's in jail, where he'll be for a very long, LONG time, the kids are all fine, the business is doing great, and most importantly,"
Taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger, Aaron placed his lips against hers to claim a kiss that neither demanded or expected anything save that of expressing their love for each other. Breaking the kiss, Aaron leaned his head back a bit and began stroking the smooth skin of his wife's cheek as he completed his statement;
"We've got each other."
Wrapping her arms around her husband's neck, Jemma nodded eagerly;
"And you have no idea just how happy that makes me, my love."
Before either could say anything more, a knock sounded at the front door. Glancing at the grandfather clock and noting the hour, Jemma frowned slightly;
"It's too late for anyone to come visiting, I hope nothing's wrong."
Giving her a gentle push from his lap, Aaron rose from his chair;
"Let's hope not."
The moment he opened the door and saw Jason standing there with Ben, a telegram clutched in his hand, Aaron knew that whatever, the news was contained in that envelope, it couldn't bode well. Any doubts to the contrary were soon eliminated by the look on Jason's face and the tone in his voice;
"We're sorry for disturbing you at this time of night, Aaron, but we need to talk to you."
Noticing his sister standing behind her husband, Jason suggested;
"Perhaps it would be better if..."
Aaron shook his head as he opened the door wider;
"No, Jason! Jemma as much right to know whatever you have to say as much as I do."
Once he closed the door, Aaron turned to demand;
"Alright, what is it?"
Knowing the look her brother wore all too well, Jemma's face reflected her concern;
"Jason, Ben, what's happened?"
Nodding towards the envelope in Ben's hand, she pursed her lips;
"I've rarely seen good news arrive by telegram at this time of night."
Lowering his head slightly, Ben remained silent as he handed the paper to Aaron who quickly scanned it, his face mirroring the grim news the telegram contained. Looking up from the paper in his hand, Aaron's eyes swung from Jason to Ben;
"Does Kassandra know?"
Ben slowly bobbed his head;
"Yes, when I heard the telegraph go off and finished deciphering it, I went and got Jason and we told her."
Becoming frustrated at feeling as if she were being left in the dark, Jemma looked from one man to the other to demand sharply;
"Would one of you, please, tell me what's going on?"
The chagrin he felt over having, even in his shock, neglected to share the news with his wife obvious in the expression he wore, Aaron apologized profusely;
"I'm sorry, darlin."
Offering her the missive, he explained;
"It's about Everston, sweetheart."
Aaron watched as she took the paper and read it, already suspecting her reaction, he wasn't surprised when her eyes widened as she read: EVERSTON DEAD...STOP...STABBED BY FELLOW INMATE...STOP...MORE DETAILED EXPLANATION AT LATER POINT...PLEASE NOTIFY MRS. KIMBERLY...STOP. Squaring her shoulders, Jemma lifted her head and spoke in a sadly calm voice;
"Aaron love, I think I should go see Kassandra."
Before he could offer his opinion, Aaron found his attention diverted by a knock on the door. Raising his eyebrow in silent question, as he was closest to the portal, Jason answered the knock at Aaron's nod of consent. Surprise registering in his voice, Jason announced;
"It's Ward and Kassandra."
Stepping aside to let them enter, Jason, as did Aaron, watched Kassandra's reaction very carefully as she faced Jemma. Much to their relief, she rushed forward to embrace the younger woman she had come to think of as a close friend. Having been frightened that Kassandra would blame her for what happened to her father, Jemma was relieved and grateful that the opposite of her fear seemed to be the case. Hugging her friend close, Jemma offered;
"Kassandra, I'm so sorry! I wish..."
Pulling back, Kassandra met Jemma's worried look with her own look of sincerity as she shook her head vehemently;
"No, Jemma, don't! You have nothing to feel sorry about; what happened to my father happened because of the choices he made in his life. I'm just sorry for what he did to you and those other women."
Having grown close to Jemma in the time they spent together, Kassandra had come to learn just what a warm-hearted and sensitive young woman she was, something she was reminded of by the sad look of guilt she now saw in the younger woman's eyes. Grasping Jemma by her shoulders, Kassandra ordered;
"Don't you dare look like that, Jemma Stempel! My father's fate was by his own design, not yours; he put himself where he did by his actions, actions he freely chose, even though they were wrong. Besides, if it wasn't for you, who knows how much longer he might have gone on doing those things or how many other women he would have hurt."
Seeing that Kassandra had put his wife's mind at ease about the situation, Aaron breathed a sigh of relief as he suggested;
"I know that this is a lot to process, but I think that, until we get the rest of the information as to just what happened, we should all try and get some rest."
Having spoken what he was thinking, Ward agreed with Aaron;
"I think that's a good idea."
Putting his arm around his wife's shoulders, Ward offered;
"Come on, Kassie let's get you home."
Once everyone had left Aaron turned to Jemma, worried about how she might react, to find her strangely calm. Furrowing his brow slightly in contemplation as he studied her, Aaron placed his hand on her shoulder, his voice full of concern;
"Jemma love, are you alright?"
Slowly, Jemma nodded;
"I'm fine, darling. I was just thinking how sad it is; Kassandra was just so accepting of her father's death, not that I blame her, but I just feel so bad for her. She never really knew what it was to have her father's love, and what she knew of her mother was very little given how young she was when she died."
Cupping her cheek in his hand, Aaron reminded;
"But, sweetheart you experienced the same thing."
Shaking her head, Jemma denied;
"No, love not like Kassandra. I had Jason, Josh, Jeremy, and Lottie, and there's never been a doubt that Mother and Father loved me. Poor Kassandra had no one else, at least not until Ward."
Trying to lighten the mood somewhat, Aaron offered;
"I know tonight's been a little upsetting, would you like a brandy, darlin?"
Twisting her mouth in a sarcastic manner, Jemma lifted an arched eyebrow to quip;
"I think not, my smart alack love. I think, despite the reason behind it, you rather enjoyed my brief bout with inebriation."
Although he had by no means been happy with the reason for the necessity of it, Aaron couldn't help but chuckle as he admitted;
"I wasn't thrilled with the fact it was necessary, but I have to admit, love, you were rather amusing in that condition."
Folding her arms across her middle, Jemma gave her husband a knowing look as she reminded;
"I couldn't have been too amusing, darling. Considering you didn't try and make use of the opportunity, I'm sure, my condition presented, I'm not too sure as to just how amusing I could have been."
Cupping her chin in his hand, Aaron tilted her face to look into her eyes. His own gaze leaving no doubts as to just how seriously he took the matter, or as to just what thoughts it brought to mind, his voice filled with his sincerity as well as his desire, Aaron issued;
"Darlin, THAT was not an opportunity to be had! When I make love to you it's as much for your enjoyment as my own, and if you're in no condition to enjoy what we're doing that's not making love to you, that's taking advantage of you."
Shaking his head vehemently, Aaron vowed;
"And taking advantage of you is something I'll NEVER do."
Unfolding her arms to loop them around her husband's neck, Jemma gazed lovingly into his dark eyes to ask;
"Have I ever told you just how much I love you, or just how thankful I am that you're my husband and the father of my children?"
Wrapping his arms around her waist, Aaron pulled her closer against him;
"I'd like to think that it's, at least, as thankful as I am that you're my wife and the mother of my children."
Jemma found her thought's brought back to the present as Biddie remarked;
"I just can't seem to get over the irony; imagine, with everything he managed to get away with and the way he met his end."
Shaking her head, Biddie continued;
"Although he deserved it, it was still tragic."
Wrinkling her brow somewhat, Peggy nodded;
"Yes, but he had no one but himself to blame, even Kassandra said as much."
Fastening Biddie's petticoat, Candy pursed her mouth as she reminded;
"Considering that the man who killed him was the brother of one of his victims."
A puzzled look clouding her face, Julie tilted her head slightly to ask;
"Jemma, I'm not sure I fully understand how that man came to be in the same place as Everston, do you know?"
Although it was a precious part of their marriage that she wouldn't change for anything, Jemma found that, sometimes, the fact her husband kept nothing from her could prove something of a trial; especially at times like this when her sisters-in-law felt she had information they didn't. Sighing in resignation, Jemma relented;
"The way I understood it from Aaron's explanation was that the man who stabbed Everston was the brother of one of the victims. Apparently, before they left San Francisco, Everston had attacked another young woman, the clerk who was helping him embezzle Kassandra's inheritance hadn't counted on the young woman having a very protective older brother when he tried to buy the girl's silence."
Her hands frozen mid-task, Peggy questioned;
"I'm guessing they weren't able to buy her silence?"
Laying Biddie's veil across the bed, Jemma explained;
"Yes and no; the brother took the money. The girl was engaged to be married, her fiancee stood by her and they married, the brother gave them most of the money to relocate where they could have a fresh start; he kept just enough to travel. You see, he took the money with the promise not to go to the authorities, a promise he kept. However, that didn't mean he couldn't deal with the matter himself, he kept enough money to allow him to follow his sister's attacker. He knew who Everston was from his sister's description and he had learned that he was going to be traveling to the territory; however, he didn't know exactly where in the territory Everston was going. He tracked a man who resembled Everston a great deal to Olympia. Unfortunately, he didn't make certain of his target before waiting for him outside of the hotel where he was staying. He was tried for murder and sent to the same prison where Judge Pryor sent Everston; by this time, he knew he had made a horrible mistake, but when Everston arrived he knew beyond a doubt he had the right man and decided to become Everston's executioner."
Having remained quiet during as the younger women chattered, Lottie, noticing how Jemma took a deep, cleansing breath, clapped her hands to admonish;
"Alright enough morbid talk for today, ladies! Today's about happiness, specifically Biddie's and Barnabas'. So, let's get the blushing bride ready, shall we?"
Waiting until the other girls were occupied with helping Biddie step into her gown, Lottie sidled up to Jemma in the guise of assisting her with the veil to ask quietly;
"Are you okay, sweetie?"
Jemma gave a slight bob of her head before giving her adopted mother a fond smile;
"I'm just fine, Lottie."
Touching the older woman's arm lovingly, Jemma reiterated;
"I promise! What happened to that man was the result of his own actions. When even his daughter is eager to make certain I understand that I'm in no way responsible for what happened to him, that says a lot about the man's character."
Satisfied, Lottie nodded;
"Good! Now, we have a very eager bridegroom and more eager bride ready to tie the knot, so let's get her ready."
Half an hour later Biddie stood before those she considered, not just her friends, but her family, to ask timidly;
"Do I look all right?"
Glancing to each other, everyone gathered exchanged nods of agreement as Candy, her face lit with a soft smile found she could only shake her head in astonishment as she praised;
"Biddie, you look absolutely beautiful! Barnabas is a very lucky and blessed man to be marrying someone as beautiful and special as you."
Clasping her hands together, Julie could only compliment;
"Oh, Biddie! You look like an angel!"
Touching her friend's hand as she wiped a tear from her eye, Peggy gushed;
"Biddie, you're going to make all those other girls green with envy when they see how beautiful you are."
Glancing at her image in the full-length mirror, Biddie could only stare at herself in awe. Candy had piled her hair in a mass of curls at the top of her head, something that complimented her veil even more. The crown that was attached to the double layers of lace was a wonder with its scattering of pearls, rhinestones, and small silk roses intertwined; but as beautiful as the veil was, the gown she wore was even more magnificent. The gown was made of ivory satin with a high-necked ruffled collar that gave way to an inset of lace that went from the edge of the ruffle at Biddie's neck to the edge of the sweetheart neckline that began the bodice of the gown. The sleeves were puffy at the shoulders with a short lace ruffle to match the inset, hem, and veil of the gown. The skirt was a simple full skirt that fell to the floor with a scattering of roses embroidered with silver thread throughout to match the roses embroidered across the neckline of the bodice. Turning from the mirror, Biddie wiped a tear of happiness from her eyes as she remarked on her astonishment of Kassandra's generosity;
"As much as I love this gown and veil, I still can't believe that Kassandra made a gift of it to me."
Nodding, Jemma reminded;
"Well, you should! Kassandra said when she gave it to you that she wanted it to be used to start a marriage that she felt would be truly happy and blessed like she was sure yours will be. When she had it made it was for her and Josh's wedding, but she wanted it to go towards creating something true and with the possibility of happiness rather than something planned and orchestrated."
Clapping her hands together, Lottie ordered;
"Alright, girls we have, what I'm sure is, a nervous groom waiting so let's finish getting Biddie ready."
Motioning towards Biddie, Candy began;
"Your something new is your gown and veil."
Stepping forward Candy pressed a piece of linen into her friend's hand as she reminded;
"Do you remember when we were just little girls and started school?"
At her nod, Candy continued;
"Well, do you remember when Orville Andrews made fun of me for having red hair and called me 'Carrots' in front of everyone and I started crying? You handed me this to dry my tears, when I tried giving it back, you told me to keep it that every well-bred young lady needed a linen hankie; I've held onto this all these years. The only thing different is that I embroidered your and Barnabas' names and the date on it so you would have a memento, just like I did for Julie when she and Jason were married."
Holding the gift up for a closer inspection, Biddie held it tightly in her hand before clutching it to her heart;
"Oh, Candy! Thank you so very much, I'll treasure it always."
Noticing the look in her eyes as she looked from, first, Candy, to Jemma, to Julie, and finally, Peggy before lowering her head, Lottie frowned in concern;
"Why, Biddie what is it?"
Thinning her lips a bit in a slight grimace, Biddie sighed forlornly;
"Well, Lottie, it's just that...please don't misunderstand, I love you all very much. It's just that...I just wish I was a sister like Jemma, Julie, Candy, and Peggy are."
Her heart going out to her friend, Peggy placed her hands on Biddie's arm to offer;
"But, Biddie we think of you like a sister to us."
Seeing the slight look of disbelief, Julie nodded eagerly;
"That's right, we think of you just as if you were our sister, Biddie."
Her face reflecting her astonishment, Biddie asked shyly;
"Really?!"
Nodding towards the prospective bride, Lottie waved her hands in a grand gesture as she addressed Jemma;
"Mrs. Stempel, I believe it's your turn."
Approaching the girl she had become so fond of, Jemma took her hand in hers as she reminded;
"Biddie, how could you not think that we think of you as a sister? Who was it that took charge and organized everything to help make sure Aaron and I had such a beautiful wedding and reception, on a moment's notice, I might add. Not to mention, who helped organize Julie and Jason's wedding, their reception, helped me until my babies were born, helped when my babies were born, Candy and Jeremy's wedding; and if that's not enough, who helps make sure all the parties in Seattle are organized and no detail forgotten." Clasping her hands between both of hers, Jemma shook her head;
"How could we not think of you as a sister, Biddie? We may not share the same blood, but you're our sister no less."
Reaching inside her bag, Jemma withdrew her hand and opened it for Biddie's inspection. Seeing the locket that had once belonged to Julietta Bolt, the Bolt children's mother, a possession that her daughter treasured dearly, Biddie's eyes widened as she covered her mouth with both hands in astonishment. Seeing how the gesture touched the young woman by the tears in her eyes, Lottie tried lightening the mood by teasing;
"Biddie Cloom speechless? I never thought I'd see the day!"
Laughing, Jemma reached around her friend's neck to point out as she fastened the necklace;
"And if this doesn't eliminate your doubts as to being our sister, nothing ever will. This is your something borrowed, and you know good and well just what this locket means to me and the history behind it."
Straightening the pendant, Jemma smiled warmly;
"Face it, Biddie you're stuck with us now! Like it or not, we've adopted you and Barnabas."
Reaching out, Biddie hugged her friend tightly;
"And I'm ever so happy that we are."
Seeing the bright light in her eyes again, Lottie reached into her bag and reminded;
"Now for the something blue."
Holding the lace-trimmed piece of satin ribbon between the thumb and forefingers of both hands, Lottie observed;
"I'm sure that you remember what this is?"
Studying the piece of material that was slightly different from the previous ones she had seen, Biddie's face reflected her puzzlement as she asked;
"But however in the world am I supposed to get that off when you're having to put it on me?"
Lottie knew, even before she noticed the conspiratorial looks on the faces of the four younger women, what was coming. So when she heard the four voices raised in unison she wasn't surprised to hear;
"THAT'S BARNABAS' PROBLEM!"
Unable to help themselves, everyone laughed as Lottie secured Biddie's garter in place, and just as Molly walked into the room, carrying everyone's bouquet. Helping Biddie straighten her gown once more, Lottie exclaimed;
"There! Now, I think it's time we get you down the aisle, Miss Cloom."
Molly could only stare in awe at her sister and aunts in their gowns. Biddie had chosen gowns in a unique shade of green that managed to complement each woman's coloring. The gowns had rounded necklines with a trim of silvery-white lace. The sleeves fell to the elbow and were free and flowing, much like butterfly wings, with the skirts simple and full. Glancing at her own dress, Molly couldn't help but remark;
"I sure am glad my dress is as pretty as all of yours is."
Taking their bouquets and laying them on the bed, Lottie asked brightly;
"Is your basket of flower petals all ready, Molly?"
Molly nodded eagerly;
"Yes, Ma'am! And Christopher is ready with the ring."
Her face reflecting her seriousness, Molly confided;
"Jeremy's keeping an eye on him to make sure he doesn't get dirty or anything. Grandpa, Uncle Duncan, Aunt Holly, and Uncle Clancey are keeping an eye on the babies; so far they're all being really good."
Molly couldn't help but frown slightly;
"Uh, Aunt Jemma, Jacob learned a new word."
Her eyes lighting with excitement, Jemma asked happily;
"Oh really! What word did he learn, Molly?"
Lowering her head slightly to look up through her lashes as she scuffed her foot against the wooden floor, Molly admitted in slight embarrassment;
"Buck-o."
Her smile thinning to a frown, Jemma demanded;
"How in the world did he learn that?!"
Holding her hand up to halt any reply, Jemma shook her head;
"No, never mind. I know where he learned it; Clancey, right?"
Nodding, Molly explained;
"He was tellin Grandpa a story and when Jacob heard it, he started saying it."
Rolling her eyes, Jemma huffed;
"Absolutely amazing! I work with him all day long and he struggles to learn what I try to teach him, but let his father or anyone else say something I DON'T want him learning and he picks it up with no trouble."
Making her way to the door, Lottie advised;
"Alright, girls. It's time, I'll go get Jason."
Barnabas Webster paced in the small room at the front of the church, glancing every few moments at his watch until Aaron reminded;
"Looking at your watch every few seconds won't make time pass by any faster, Barnabas."
Hearing a slight snort of laughter, Aaron turned to face the guilty party;
"Something you find amusing, Joshua?"
Crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back in his chair, Josh nodded a mischievous smile across his face;
"Oh most definitely, Aaron! I find it funny that you're giving THAT advice to Barnabas."
Leaning his shoulder negligently against the door frame as he crossed his arms to demand;
"And just why is that, Josh?"
Unable to contain his laughter, Josh reminded him;
"I don't suppose you happen to remember a day, oh say, about two years ago now when you probably consulted your watch at least every few seconds. Mind you that was on top of pacing back and forth enough to wear a groove in the floor; oh and I forgot to mention threatening to hang Clancey from the yardarm of his ship."
Waving a hand towards Barnabas, Josh remarked;
"Actually, compared to how nervous you were, Barnabas' behavior is really comparatively reasonable."
Unable to deny the truth of Joshua's statement, but finding humor at the memory of an event that took place a couple of weeks prior, Aaron couldn't help but smirk as he offered his own observation;
"I can't and won't deny just how anxious I was to marry your sister, Joshua. Keep in mind, I waited for, at least, two years before I was able to do so. However, I can't help but remember an event that took place, oh say about, two or three weeks ago now that found you in a similar frame of mind."
Josh's grin only widened as he nodded;
"Much like you, dear brother-in-law, I won't deny being anxious to claim my bride either."
Aaron shook his head in amusement as he recalled the evening and event in question. Once they had received a complete report regarding the details of Everston's death, everyone found themselves finding a new sense of peace and, even, relief. Even Kassandra had confessed;
"I know that he was my father, but I can't help but feel relieved that he'll never be able to harm anyone again. I'm saddened for the life he wasted but I can't say I'm sorry that he'll no longer be able to prove a threat to anyone else."
Wanting to relieve his wife of the worry, Ward, with Jason and Aaron's help, had made Everston's final arrangements per Kassandra's wishes; a simple burial in a cemetery in Olympia. Although no one was shocked, Kassandra felt the need to explain;
"I know he was my father, but I can't bear the idea of him lying in rest next to my mother or grandfather."
A few days after everything had been seen to, as had become their habit, the Stempels, Bolts, and Kimberleys, as well as Barnabas, Biddie, Lottie, and Clancey gathered at the Stempel home to enjoy the evening meal. This day, in particular, was one that found the moods that had seemed to prevail over everyone lifting from the pall that had seemed to hold everyone in its grasp before. Everyone, including Kassandra, attributed the reason for the shift in mood to the belief that, with Everston's death, a dangerous evil had been removed from their lives and that life, especially for Kassandra and Ward, could move forward once more.
Aside from the relief felt by all the evening was also something of a celebration as several pressing business decisions had been made and finalized. Jemma couldn't help the pride she felt as her husband explained how the new scheme of things would work in their businesses. Keeping her company as she put the finishing touches on a rum cake with buttercream frosting, Aaron could barely contain his excitement as he asked her opinion;
"Darlin, you know I won't do this without your approval, but I think my idea will make everyone happy. Josh has said he's tired of San Francisco, at least as far as living there is concerned. Kassandra and Ward have decided to return to San Francisco, given the matters that need attending to regarding her inheritance and house, and so forth, that's not a big surprise. Now. I had originally planned on offering Ward the opportunity to run Balter's old mill, but with him going to San Francisco that's no longer an option. But, I was thinking; Josh and Peggy want to stay in Seattle and Balter's mill comes with that house, plus Josh understands the logging business so he can oversee the logging at the birch stand."
Understanding dawning as she gave her cake one final decorative swirl, Jemma turned to offer her husband a taste of frosting from the knife she was using. Nodding, she guessed the rest of his plan;
"So, let me guess; you want to let Josh run the new mill and manage the logging operation at the birch stand and Ward will take Josh's place in San Francisco. Am I right?"
Smacking his lips in gratitude for the unexpected treat, Aaron nodded before kissing her soundly as he praised;
"I've always said that you're one of the smartest people I've ever known when it comes to understanding business; man or woman. But yes, you're right. We discussed it today and if you're in agreement, rather than buying Kassandra out, we'd like to offer her and Ward a partnership in the joint business as well as offering Ward Josh's position in San Francisco. What do you think?"
Processing everything, Jemma nodded;
"I like the idea, but have you considered the percentage of the partnership?"
Pouring himself a cup of coffee, Aaron ventured;
"Not in detail. Remember, right now, the joint business is divided by five; you, your brothers, and me. Although, you actually own more than the rest of us."
Her features reflecting her perplexity, Jemma demanded;
"What do you mean, darling? How on earth do I hold more than you and my brothers?"
Taking a cookie from the jar his wife kept filled on the counter, Aaron explained;
"Simple, sweetheart; don't you remember that when we were married, I gave you fifty percent of the mill; legally? So, that being the case, since you own twenty-five percent of the logging operation and fifty percent of the mill, you actually hold thirty percent of the joint business; your half of the mill gives you ten percent, and the logging operation gives you another twenty percent."
Noticing the way she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, Aaron had a fairly accurate idea as to just what his wife was about to say, and sure enough, she proved him right as she suggested;
"Aaron darling, what I own of the joint business, that doesn't affect what I own of the mill independently, or of the logging operation independently, does it?"
Swallowing the bite of cookie he had just finished, Aaron shook his head;
"No, that's separate from the joint business. Why do you ask that, love?"
Tapping her lips with her forefinger in thought, Jemma theorized;
"Well, I was just thinking; what if you were to take fifteen percent from my portion and offered it to Kassandra and Ward? I mean, that would be a fair offer for the mill and the birch stand, wouldn't it?"
Aaron could only stare in disbelief at his wife; he had been wondering how to broach the subject with her and her brothers about the idea of offering a percentage of their joint business to the Kimberleys, and here she had solved the problem for him without even realizing she had done so. Brushing the cookie crumbs from his fingers, Aaron reached out to take his wife in his arms and kiss her soundly, when he broke the kiss, Jemma blinked momentarily before asking;
"Not that I mind, but just what was that for?"
Holding her close as he rested his cheek against the top of her head, Aaron sighed contentedly;
"Mainly because I love you. But, aside from that, how about because you seem to have this uncanny knack for solving problems for me before you even know that a problem exists."
It wasn't very long before everyone arrived to enjoy the delicious meal Jemma had prepared. Once they finished eating, after a brief discussion with his brothers-in-law, Aaron presented their offer to the Kimberleys, who eagerly accepted the deal. Just as the women were in the process of clearing the table of the dinner dishes, Aaron remarked;
"Josh I figured you'd make this last trip to San Francisco to clear things up and help Ward get situated at the warehouse, not to mention introducing him to Mr. Thorndyke."
The thought crossing his mind, Josh sighed before taking Peggy's hand in his as she reached for his plate. Glancing up to smile at her, he lamented;
"I wish we didn't have to make the trip this soon, or at least wish Peggy and I could be married beforehand. I hate leaving Peggy, not to mention, San Francisco would make a nice honeymoon."
Noticing the way his wife snapped to attention at her brother's words, Aaron nudged his eldest and youngest brothers-in-law to mumble;
"I have a feeling a certain little whirlwind is about to blow up another miracle."
Leaning closer, Jason brought his hand to his mouth to add;
"And judging by the look on my wife's face, she's going to have help."
Taking note of the way her eyes lit, Jeremy sighed in resignation before making it unanimous;
"More help than you know judging by what I just saw in Candy's eyes."
Just as they had suspected would be the case, Jemma pinned her middle brother with her eyes to ask innocently;
"But, Josh what about what Peggy wants? Most girls dream of a big church wedding you know?"
Meeting her fiancee's gaze, Peggy shook her head as she laughed;
"I'm not one of those girls, Jemma. I wouldn't care if we were married in the middle of nowhere, just as long as Josh and I are together."
Meeting Candy and Julie's matching looks of agreement, they hurried to finish with the task at hand of doing the dishes before returning to the dining room. Crossing her arms, Jemma stood before her middle brother to demand;
"Josh, did you mean what you said about marrying Peggy; before going to San Francisco I mean?"
Unsure why his sister would be asking such a question, Josh could only stare at her in puzzlement as he nodded;
"Yes, I meant it, Pixie. More than anything, I wish I could marry Peggy before leaving, but considering that, since we've decided everything with the business, we have to leave at tomorrow evening's high tide I'm not sure how we can do that, especially since Reverend Adams mentioned something about having to leave for Clearwater in the morning."
Recognizing the look of contemplation his wife wore, as well as the way her eyes almost glowed, as if a light suddenly came to life behind their green depths, Aaron chuckled in slight amusement as he glanced from Jason to Jeremy before motioning towards Jemma;
"I do believe that the wheels of my wife's mind have just begun turning to produce a solution to your middle brother's dilemma, gentlemen. And, unless I miss my guess, judging by the look in her eyes, she's hit pay dirt."
Jemma soon proved her husband's theory correct as she went to the top of the stairs to call for Christopher, who was helping Duncan, Holly, Benjamin, and Molly keep the Bolt and Stempel children occupied. Quickly, she scribbled a note and stuffed it in an envelope before the boy hurried down the stairs to ask;
"You wanted me, Aunt Jemma?"
Nodding, Jemma instructed;
"Yes, I did! Christopher, I need you to take this note to Reverend Adams and..."
Holding his hand up to stall her, remembering the last time he had been asked to perform a similar task, Christopher nodded;
"I know, Aunt Jemma, I know; 'no questions, just take the note and hurry back'; right?"
At her nod, the boy asked;
"But can we make the same deal as last time, Aunt Jemma? Can I have some cookies when I get back?"
Laughing, Jemma agreed;
"I'll even bake you more tomorrow if you'd like. Now hurry!"
Once he was out the door Jemma turned to everyone else gathered;
"Alright, ladies take Peggy upstairs to my room. Jeremy, Jason take Josh and get him into his good suit; Clancey, would you and Ward please go find some flowers? Oh, and DO NOT touch that cake until I tell you."
Certain everyone was on board, Jemma hurried up the staircase to join the other women to help get Peggy ready. A strange look on his face, Josh turned to his brothers and brother-in-law to question;
"Jason, Jeremy, Aaron, is it my imagination, or is Pixie arranging mine and Peggy's wedding?"
Shaking his head in disbelief, Josh ventured;
"Surely she can't put a wedding together that quick."
Staring at his friend in disbelief as he rose to set about his assigned task, Ward chuckled as he pointed towards the staircase;
"I don't know, Josh, but I'll get back to you with an answer as soon as I talk to my wife about it."
Although the next hour felt a bit surreal to him, Josh found himself eagerly awaiting his bride as he returned, after having changed into his best suit. Upon his arrival, Reverend Adams found a very nervous bridegroom pacing back and forth, something that invoked an amused chuckle from the kind clergyman as he asked;
"Mind you I'm not surprised, given my experience with your sister, but I have to ask, Joshua; is marrying Peggy what you want to do?"
Without hesitation, Josh nodded eagerly as he answered;
"Yes, Reverend I'm very sure this is what I want to do."
Unwilling to have anyone think badly of his, soon to be, bride, Josh explained the reasons behind their haste to wed, something the elder fully understood and was more than happy to see accomplished. Glancing towards the staircase, Josh sighed;
"I wonder what's going on upstairs."
While Josh was wondering just what was taking place with his bride, Peggy was finding herself caught in a flurry of activity as her future sisters-in-law, Biddie, and Kassandra was helping her dress for her wedding. Given that Peggy and Jemma were almost the same sizes, Jemma was able to supply just the right dress for the occasion. Astounded as Jemma pulled a gown of white satin with small blue and silver roses embroidered throughout the fabric, Kassandra could only ask in amazement;
"Are you sure you're not a fairy godmother or some type? You're always able to produce just what's needed in just about any given situation."
Laughing, Jemma shook her head;
"No, nothing as mythical as that, just a very generous husband. This dress was one Aaron brought back for me from one of his business trips, just before we found out we were expecting Alex. I never had the chance to wear it before I started showing with Alex and after I had him I was a bit too 'gifted' to fit it any longer."
Holding it up in front of Peggy, Jemma nodded;
"Just as I thought, it should suit Peggy perfectly."
A few minutes later Peggy stood in front of the large mirror, examining her reflection and amazed at just how right Jemma had been. The dress flattered Peggy's complexion and coloring, with its shade of white interspersed with blue and silver, and the sweetheart neckline trimmed with blue, as well as the straight sleeves that ended at the elbow with a flair of silver lace that fell like butterfly wings to halfway down the arms. Twirling about, Peggy giggled;
"I love it, it's perfect!"
Rushing forward to hug her perspective sister-in-law, Peggy gushed;
"Thank you, so much."
Nodding, Jemma gripped her friend's shoulders;
"You're welcome! Now, let's finish getting you ready."
Before she knew it, Julie, Biddie, and Candy had her hair arranged in a simple, yet elegant twist that left her curls piled atop her head. Determined to make sure the traditions were observed, Lottie, with Jemma's help fashioned a garter from some blue satin ribbon Jemma had in her sewing box, finishing it just as Candy did a quick inventory;
"Alright, your dress is your something new. So we need something old."
Waving her hand, Jemma dismissed;
"Don't worry, I've got that covered."
Nodding, Julie picked up the thread;
"Alright, we need something borrowed."
When everyone present turned to stare at her in expectation, Jemma rolled her eyes as she asked;
"Have I become THAT predictable?"
Lottie couldn't help but laugh;
"About this? YES!"
Shrugging, Jemma reached into her jewelry box to produce her treasured locket. Fastening it around Peggy's neck, she explained;
"As you know, Peggy, this belonged to our mother, it was a wedding gift to her from our father. Jason gave this to me when I was a girl and I've always treasured it. When Aaron and I were married, I wore it and it helped me feel as if Mother and Father were there with us. When Jason and Julie married, I let her wear it for that reason, just as I did when Candy and Jeremy were married. Now, it's your turn."
Kissing her on the cheek, Jemma offered;
"I hope it brings you the same feeling it did the rest of us."
Deeply touched by the gesture, Peggy reached up to pat Jemma's hand, but before she could say anything, Lottie smiled brightly as she produced the hastily made garter;
"And this...is your something blue. Here, I'll put it on you."
Watching as Lottie fastened the piece of satin around her upper leg, Peggy frowned slightly;
"Lottie, not that I don't thank you, but how in the world am I going to get that off later?"
Sharing a look of mutual amusement, Jemma, Julia, and Candy all exclaimed in unison;
"THAT'S JOSH'S PROBLEM TO FIGURE OUT!"
Laughing as Peggy blushed, Jemma reached into her jewelry box before advising;
"Everyone just be patient, I'm going to go see about the flowers."
Hurrying downstairs, Jemma motioned for her middle brother to follow her into the kitchen. Once the door closed behind him, Jemma asked;
"Josh, do you have a ring?"
Hanging his head slightly, Josh admitted;
"Not yet, I had planned on buying one in San Francisco for Peggy. I have the one I originally bought for Kassandra, but..."
Holding her hand up to stop him, she extended her other hand to open her closed fist as she questioned;
"Do you happen to recognize this?"
Taking the golden ring from his sister's palm to examine, Josh's eyes widened as he exclaimed in awe;
"Pixie, this was Mother's! Jason gave it to you, I appreciate the..."
Taking the ring from her brother's fingers, Jemma glanced lovingly at the golden ring as she studied its design with a setting that resembled a flower with a diamond at its center. Looking at her middle brother, Jemma reminded;
"Josh, Father had this ring made and gave it to Mother when you were born. It's only right that you should have it to give to your bride."
Pursing his lips, Josh sighed in resignation as he relented;
"Pixie, are you sure? I mean REALLY sure?"
Placing her hand on his arm, Jemma nodded;
"Yes, this is what I WANT to do."
Jemma offered her brother a loving smile;
"Not to mention it would make me very happy if you'd let me do it, Jubber."
At the mention of her old nickname for him, Josh could only shake his head and laugh as he cupped her cheek;
"Well, we certainly can't have an unhappy Pixie, now can we?"
Hugging her tightly, Josh nodded;
"Alright, baby sister thank you."
Hearing Ward and Clancey return, Jemma asked brightly;
"Now, are you ready to see your beautiful bride?"
His chest puffing with pride, Josh nodded eagerly;
"More than you can imagine."
Standing on tiptoe to kiss her brother's cheek, Jemma patted his chest;
"Well, let's go get everyone situated and you can."
Watching as his sister blew quickly through the living room to hurry up the staircase, Jason turned to Aaron, one eyebrow raised in question;
"You're not going to stop her to find out just what's going on?"
Sipping at the glass of brandy in his hand, Aaron shook his head;
"Nope!"
Jason swirled the contents of his own glass before bringing it to his lips as he chuckled;
"Not even a bit curious what that little imp you married is up to?"
Pursing his lips together Aaron leaned against the fireplace mantle to remind his brother in law;
"Considering that Reverend Adams is here, she ordered Josh to go put on his good suit, and she hurried Peggy upstairs with all the women, I can just about promise you that Peggy will come down those stairs wearing a white dress with blue and silver roses embroidered on it. In short, my dear brother-in-law, your baby sister, my wife, has organized a wedding to fulfill Josh and Peggy's wishes."
Throwing his head back in amused laughter, Jason observed;
"Only Pixie could try and succeed in pulling off such a feat; not once, but twice."
Raising his glass, Jason clinked it next to Aaron's to toast;
"Here's to that impetuous and whimsical nature of hers, may it never change."
Jason couldn't help but feel gratified that his sister's stubborn and determined nature had held steadfast to see her married to the man next to him, especially when he noticed the warm grin that lifted the corners of Aaron's mouth as he returned the gesture before nodding;
"AMEN!"
Upstairs, everyone stared at Peggy in awe as Lottie observed;
"Peggy, you make an absolutely beautiful bride."
Blushing at the compliment, Peggy's smile of happiness turned to a momentary frown of concern as she asked in a worried voice;
"But, what if Josh isn't REALLY ready? I mean what if he's just going along with this..."
Taking both of her hands in her own, Jemma shook her head vehemently as she fussed;
"Don't you even think like that, Peggy! I just saw him and, believe me, he's more eager than I can ever remember seeing him in my life, and the reason he's so eager is that he's anxious to make you his wife and for him to become your husband. So..."
Letting go of Peggy's hands, Jemma reached out to give a gentle pinch to Peggy's cheeks before handing her the bouquet tied with ribbon that Kassandra had fashioned into a bridal bouquet. Satisfied by the smile that lit her face as well as the glow in her cheeks, Jemma asked;
"Now, I'm assuming you want Jason to give you away?"
At Peggy's silent nod, Jemma questioned;
"Alright, what about someone to stand up with you?"
Glancing at each in turn, Peggy hung her head a bit in regret as she admitted;
"That's the problem, Jemma. You're all very important to me, to Joshua, I just can't put any one of you ahead of the other."
Stepping up, Biddie looped her arm through Peggy's to suggest;
"Well then, why don't we all just stand up with you."
Her bright blue eyes glowing with hopefulness, Peggy begged;
"Oh, would you?! I'd like that very much!"
Happy that the matter was settled, Lottie drew closer to kiss Peggy on the cheek as she offered;
"Well, with your permission, I'll claim the privilege of stepping in as the mother of the bride."
At Peggy's eager nod, Lottie asked;
"Are we ready, ladies?"
Taking a deep, steadying breath, Peggy eagerly nodded;
"Yes, Lottie I'm more than ready."
Opening the door, Lottie directed;
"I'll go downstairs and send Jason up and tell Jeremy to get ready at the piano."
After a few minutes a brief knock sounded on the door as Jason asked cautiously;
"May I come in?"
At everyone's nod, Jason entered the room to face Peggy;
"I was told that I was to have the privilege of walking a certain lovely young bride down the aisle to become my sister-in-law."
Distributing the remaining bouquets, Candy suggested;
"Well, the sooner we take our places the sooner Peggy and Josh can say their 'I do's'."
Once everyone else had cleared the room, Jason turned to Peggy;
"Peggy, before I walk you downstairs, there's something I want you to know. When you and Josh had to pretend that you were married because of your uncle, and Josh was going to marry you for real, I was against it. I wanted you two to have the freedom of choice and I felt that, under the circumstances, you were being cheated out of that option."
Tilting her head slightly, her eyes filled with concern, Peggy asked hesitantly;
"And now?"
Placing his hand against her cheek, a warm smile lighting his features, Jason admitted;
"Now? I feel that, after seeing just how much you've grown and matured in your own right since then, you and Josh know just what you want and you've found that in each other. I'm happy that you're going to be a Bolt and married to my brother, I think that you're just what Josh needs; and more importantly, you're what Josh wants, and he KNOWS that."
Seeing the obvious relief she felt at his declaration, Jason offered her his arm;
"Shall we, Miss Thornly, soon to be Mrs. Bolt?"
Laughing a bit, Peggy took his offered arm;
"Yes, let's!"
Josh stood downstairs, fidgeting a bit as he stood with Aaron, Ward, and Clancey, watching as his sister, sisters-in-law, and Kassandra made their way downstairs to stand across from the men. Noticing his nervousness, Aaron leaned closer;
"Relax, Joshua. She'll be down in just a moment, nothing to be nervous about."
His eyes slid to the side, his face a mask of sarcastic amusement, Josh reminded;
"Says the man who did a pretty good impersonation of a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs on his wedding day."
Unphased by Josh's sarcasm, Aaron agreed;
"You're right, I was. I had waited a long time to tell Jemma I loved her and even longer to slip that ring on her finger, so I was nervous; until I saw her walking towards me that day, that is."
Noticing the way his brother-in-law's eyes changed and the slight smile that curled his mouth, Joshua asked;
"That stopped your nervousness? Seeing her walking towards you?"
Having heard the conversation, Warn leaned over;
"It was that way for me too, Josh. I think it's like that for every man who truly loves the woman he's marrying. Just wait you'll see."
Before Josh had a chance to say anything more, Jemma motioned to Jeremy who began running his fingers over the piano keyboard, bringing 'The Bridal March' to life. Turning towards the staircase, Josh stared in awe and amazement as Jason led Peggy down the staircase to bring her to stand next to her groom. Taking her hand in his, Josh's chest puffed up with pride as he praised;
"Peggy love, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Blushing, Peggy lowered her eyes and mumbled;
"The girls worked a lot of magic, didn't they?"
Shaking his head vehemently, Josh corrected;
"No, my love you've always been beautiful."
Stroking her cheek with the back of his finger, Josh asked softly;
"Are we ready?"
At her eager nod, Josh turned to Reverend Adams;
"We're ready when you are, Reverend."
Waiting until Jeremy took his place by his brother, Reverend Adams began;
"Dearly beloved we're gathered together today to join this man and this woman in the bonds of holy matrimony. If there's anyone present who can show just cause why this man and this woman should not be joined together please speak now or forever hold your peace."
When no one responded Aaron couldn't help but chuckle as his wife nodded in satisfaction before exclaiming;
"GOOD! Especially since there's nothing for anyone to object to anyway."
Bestowing one of her winsome smiles on the good minister, Jemma waved her hand;
"Please continue, Reverend."
Clearing his throat discreetly to hide his own bout of amusement, Reverend Adams nodded;
"Who gives this woman to this man?"
Lifting his head proudly, Jason nodded;
"I gladly claim that privilege."
Bowing his head slightly, the minister continued;
"Now, do you Joshua Duncan Bolt take this woman, Margaret Elizabeth Thornly to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love, honor, and cherish, to have and to hold for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, to pledge your troth only onto thee, until death do you part?"
Taking a deep breath, his handsome face alight with a broad smile as his eyes remained locked in a mutual gaze with Peggy's, Josh nodded;
"More than anything in the world, yes I do."
Touched by the love he saw between the couple in front of him, Reverend Adams turned to Peggy;
"It's your turn, my dear. Do you Margaret Elizabeth Thornly take this man, Joshua Duncan Bolt to be your lawfully wedded husband? To love, honor, cherish, and obey, to have and to hold for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, to pledge your troth only onto thee, until death do you part?"
Her face and eyes glowing with the love she felt for her groom, Peggy's lips held a warm, loving smile meant for the man beside her alone as she nodded;
"Yes, with all of my heart I most assuredly do."
Peggy's face registered her shock as Reverend Adams asked for the ring. Given the spontaneity with which their wedding had been arranged, Peggy had assumed she wouldn't receive a wedding ring. So, when Josh turned to Jeremy and held his hand out in expectation, Peggy's eyes widened as Jeremy placed a small golden ring in his hand. Josh placed the ring on the minister's Bible, waiting patiently as Reverend Adams held his hand over the golden circle;
"The ring is an outward and visible symbol representing the sanctity and never-ending bond of matrimony."
Holding the Bible towards Josh, the minister instructed;
"Joshua, take the ring and place it on the third finger of your bride's left hand and repeat after me."
Once Josh had the ring between his fingers, and as he was about to slide it into, what he considered, its proper place, Reverend Adams continued;
"With this ring, I thee wed."
Holding Peggy's hand in his, Josh's eyes never left hers as his voice, full of tenderness and love, spoke the words softly, yet firmly;
"With this ring, I thee wed."
Seeing the strong current of love between them, Reverend Adams placed his hand on Josh's shoulder as he motioned towards Peggy;
"By the powers vested in me by the Washington territory, by all means, Joshua you may kiss your bride."
Needing no further encouragement, Josh took his bride in his arms and lowered his head to place his lips against hers, eager to claim her mouth in their first kiss as man and wife. Although time seemed to have no meaning for the couple, Josh was reminded sharply as he felt Jason's hand on his shoulder. Lifting his head, still holding Peggy in his arms, Josh flashed his brother a look of irritation as Jason ventured;
"Not that we don't understand your fervor, dear brother, but might I suggest you save something for your wedding night and honeymoon?"
Peggy blushed profusely as Clancey observed;
"Well, for sure it is that, with the last of the Bolts married now, I feel safe in sayin that none of ya's broke Aaron and Jemma's record for kissin on their wedding day. Not to mention catchin up to the number of wee little ones."
Noticing his wife's slight chagrin a the old seaman's comment, Aaron glared warningly;
"Clancey!"
Seeking to divert a possible issue, Jemma clapped her hands together to suggest;
"Although it's not as grand as what I've made before, you two have a cake to cut. I'm afraid it's just a plain rum cake, but at least you have a wedding cake."
His face brightening considerably at the mention of one of his most favored vices, Reverend Adams pondered;
"Would I be intruding if I were to ask..."
Having already decided to invite the good clergyman to join them, Jemma placed her hand on his arm;
"By all means, Reverend! We wouldn't have it any other way."
Although their wedding, reception, and wedding night had been anything but traditional; having spent the night in Lottie's best room. Josh knew that if he lived a thousand years he'd never forget the look on his bride's face as she recited her vows, or how beautiful she looked; above all, Josh knew that he'd hold the memory of how she looked as he held her in his arms when they joined themselves together for the first time as man and wife. He didn't realize he was showing it, but when his elder brother approached him to join him, Jeremy, and Aaron in the study for a celebratory drink while Jemma and the others led Peggy upstairs as Lottie and Kassandra ushered Ward and Clancey into the kitchen to clean up, Josh knew that his nervousness must be showing.
Despite the happiness he showed as he and Peggy went through the ritual of cutting and sharing the first piece of cake together as man and wife, Jason could tell his younger brother was hiding his concern for what would be taking place later. Nudging his brother-in-law, Jason asked quietly;
"Is it just me or do you think the groom might be a bit nervous and need a bit of bolstering?"
Studying his middle brother-in-law for a moment, Aaron nodded;
"I think it's a distinct possibility. I'm sure you'll be able to give him the courage he needs, Jason."
Turning to put some distance between the two of them, Aaron was about to walk away when he felt Jason's arm on his shoulder stalling him;
"Don't you mean WE'LL be able to give him some courage, dear brother-in-law?"
His eyes narrowing, Aaron shook his head;
"Oh no you don't, Jason Bolt! We had this conversation when Jeremy got married, remember?"
Tilting his head a bit, Jason leveled his gaze as he began reasoning;
"Come now, Aaron! This is what brothers do for each other. And,"
Placing his arm around his shoulders, Jason smiled broadly as he reminded;
"You're not just our brother-in-law, you're our brother, thanks to the pretty little fireball upstairs you're married to. Not to mention, you wouldn't want Pixie worrying about her middle brother on his wedding night, now would you?"
His mouth compressing to a thin line, Aaron huffed;
"That's blackmail, Jason!"
Jason smiled smugly;
"Perhaps, but it works, does it not?"
Rolling his eyes as he blew a resigned sigh, Aaron motioned towards his study;
"I suppose we should share a celebratory drink and if the subject happens to come up we'll deal with it."
Although he couldn't deny the amusement he felt over Aaron's agitation regarding the subject, Josh had found the advice he received helpful, especially learning that he wasn't the only man who had ever faced the concerns that he was now dealing with. That knowledge alone found him better able to focus the attention needed on his new bride, something that helped ease Peggy's anxieties, as well as his own. As much of a revelation as their wedding night was, their honeymoon days aboard Clancey's ship and in San Francisco proved even more so to Josh and Peggy as they came to a new and wonderfully intimate knowledge of each other, both appreciating the advice they had received on their wedding day. While they certainly enjoyed their days in San Francisco, both Peggy and Josh were beyond delighted when Ward was firmly established as the manager of the warehouse and Kassandra had her affairs in order, something that meant the couple could return to Seattle.
While the details of where they were to live had been settled before their departure, Josh couldn't help but worry over what condition they might find their new home in upon their return. Mathew Balter had been a lifelong bachelor, something that might find the house in a less than desirable condition. However, as had been the case throughout the course of her life, Jemma had amazed her brother and his new bride. Upon their arrival, and despite his wife's enthusiasm over fixing their house up if needed, Josh felt a slight cringe as he swept Peggy up into his arms before opening the door to carry her over the threshold. Stepping inside, Josh and Peggy looked around their surroundings, their faces masks of shock and awe; the house has been scrubbed to an, almost, sparkling condition. The walls bore fresh paint, the floors had been waxed to a fine sheen with plush area rugs placed all around, and the windows were covered with new curtains in Peggy and Josh's favorite colors. Setting his wife on her feet, Josh marveled;
"I can't believe this, I thought this place would be a mess."
Hurrying up the stairs and then back down to inspect the rooms, Peggy gushed;
"Josh! The bedroom! It's beautiful! There's a beautiful brass bed in there with a dresser, chest of drawers, and wardrobe! Oh and a lovely rocking chair too."
Following in her wake as they inspected each room to find it spotless and comfortably furnished, Josh finally ventured;
"I know just who we have to thank for this; Pixie! She's the only one I know who could pull this off."
Josh found himself brought back to the present as Lottie entered the room;
"Jason, there's a bride in need of an escort."
Jason checked his tie before facing Barnabas to place his hand on the man's shoulder;
"Barnabas, are you ready to claim your bride?"
Pulling back his shoulders and lifting his head proudly, Barnabas gave a nod of affirmation;
"I've been ready for that event for quite some time, Jason. I just hope that I'm able to fulfill her expectations as adequately as I'm certain she'll fill mine."
Reaching for the doorknob, Jason reminded;
"Have everybody out front in ten minutes, Lottie."
Shooing him out the door, Lottie chastised;
"I know my job, now go do yours."
Jason entered the dorm to find his wife, sister, sisters-in-law, and Biddie waiting patiently for him. Bowing slightly, he addressed gaily;
"Ladies! I must say you all put the prettiest flowers that can be found to shame with your beauty."
Picking up their bouquets, Jemma cast her brother a cynical look as she chided in amusement;
"Trying to keep in practice, brother dear?"
Feigning a look of hurt, Jason placed his hand over his heart to tease;
"You wound me to the quick, baby sister; whatever could you mean?"
Lifting an arched eyebrow, Jemma reminded;
"Your skill at flattery. I figured you were just trying to make certain you didn't lose your gift."
Touching the tip of her nose with the tip of his finger, Jason laughed;
"Very funny, little sister."
Giving everyone their flowers, Jemma handed the more elaborate bouquet to Biddie before giving her a quick hug;
"We'll be waiting for you at the church."
Hurrying out the door, Julie stopped momentarily to brush a quick kiss across her husband's mouth;
"See you momentarily, darling."
Once everyone had left, Jason turned to face Biddie;
"Well, Biddie, I hope you're ready. I happen to know there's a young man eagerly waiting to slip a ring on your finger."
Swallowing nervously, Biddie nodded;
"I'm ready, Jason."
Her lips thinning to a straight line, Biddie blurted;
"Jason, do you think I'll be a good wife to Barnabas? I mean, you don't think he's marrying me out of pity or anything, do you?"
Stunned by her question, Jason's brow furrowed in concern as he demanded;
"Biddie, has anyone said such a thing to you? Barnabas hasn't said anything like that, has he?"
Shaking her head furiously, Biddie assured him;
"Oh my heavens no! It's just that, Jason I know people think I'm a bit...peculiar. I know I'm not as sophisticated, or as pretty, or as smart as the others, and I know I can be a chatterbox."
Blushing furiously as her admission, Biddie confided;
"I know that Barnabas is better than I could have ever hoped for, but I don't want him to marry me out of pity either."
His heart going out to the young woman standing before him, Jason placed his hand against her cheek as he firmly stated his opinion;
"Biddie, you deserve all the love and happiness that it's possible to have, and unless I'm mistaken, that's exactly what that man plans to lavish on you. If you're having second thoughts because of how YOU feel that's one thing, but if it's because you're worried about how Barnabas feels, then you shouldn't."
Placing his finger under her chin, Jason lifted her eyes to meet his;
"As far as you're not being as pretty, smart, or sophisticate; you just be you and that's more than good enough. Just remember something; when someone laughs at you, it's usually because they're too insecure in themselves and they have to try and make someone else feel as bad as they do. You're every bit as pretty as any of the girls, you have a wonderfully loving and generous heart, and as far as smart goes; just who was it that organized the town's library and acts as the librarian?"
Shaking his head, Jason praised;
"No, Biddie, Barnabas is a very smart man to make you his wife. He's getting a very rare treasure in you, and never let him forget it."
Brushing a kiss across her cheek, Jason placed his hand on her shoulder;
"And I for one, am very grateful for the fact that there's a Biddie Cloom and I wouldn't change her for the world."
Offering her his arm, Jason asked;
"Shall I escort you to your date with Destiny, my dear Miss Cloom?"
Blushing slightly, Biddie giggled;
"By all means, Mr. Bolt. I'd be ever so grateful if you would."
Barnabas stood at the altar, nervously waiting as Jeremy offered;
"Barnabas, I just wanted to say how flattered I am that you asked me to be your best man."
Facing Jeremy, Barnabas admitted;
"Well, it seemed a natural decision since you and I have become such good friends. Just as it did to ask your brothers and Aaron. I wish Ward and Kassandra could have stayed, but I'm glad that they're finding their happiness now."
Any further conversation was cut short as the church door opened and Julie entered, walking down the aisle to take her place on the far left side of the altar. Next came, Peggy, followed by Jemma, then Candy with Christopher entering carrying the small satin ring pillow. As he did in Candy and Jeremy's ceremony, Christopher breathed a sigh of relief as Jeremy took the small golden band from the pillow, relieving him of the responsibility of looking after it. Barnabas' heart began beating faster as Molly made her way down the aisle, spreading flower petals in her wake, to take her place next to Julie, knowing that the next to enter would be his bride. However, any nervousness he felt soon disappeared as Miss Essie began playing 'The Bridal March', and Biddie entered on Jason's arm.
Seeing the look of awe on the man's face, Jeremy leaned closer to ask;
"Was it worth the wait, Barnabas?"
Refusing to take his eyes off his love, Barnabas nodded;
"Every moment and so very much more, Jeremy."
Once they reached the altar, Jason placed Biddie's hand in Barnabas;
"You're a very lucky man, Barnabas."
Holding her hand firmly in his, Barnabas praised;
"You're breathtaking, dearest."
Blushing, Biddie muttered;
"Oh, it's just the dress, that's all."
Shaking his head, Barnabas corrected;
"No, Biddie dear, it's you and your love that makes it so."
Turning to face the minister, Barnabas stated firmly;
"I do believe that Miss Cloom and I are ready to proceed, Reverend Adams."
Nodding, Reverend Adams began;
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the joining of this man and this woman together in holy matrimony. If there's anyone present who feels these two should not be joined in marriage, please speak now or forever hold your peace."
Waiting a moment, Reverend Adams proceeded;
"Who gives this woman unto this man."
Raising his hand, Jason spoke;
"I gladly accept that responsibility."
Having seen to the formalities Reverend Adams continued;
"Very well, do you Barnabas Harrison Webster take this woman, Bedelia Francine Cloom, to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love, honor, and cherish, to have and to hold for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, to pledge your troth only onto thee, until death do you part?"
Their eyes locked onto each other's, Barnabas found himself slightly embarrassed as the minister discreetly cleared his throat to gain his attention. Eagerly, Barnabas nodded;
"I do, very much so."
Reverend Adams bestowed a warm, fatherly smile on the young woman;
"Now, my dear, do you, Bedelia Francine Cloom, take Barnabas Harrison Webster to be your lawfully wedded husband? To love, honor, cherish, and obey, to have and to hold for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, to pledge your troth only onto thee, until death do you part?"
Nodding her head, Biddie answered enthusiastically;
"Why yes, indeedy I do!"
Although her answer surprised no one present, it still found several making earnest attempts to contain their amusement. Eager to return the reverence it deserved to the ceremony, Reverend Adams spoke a little louder as Jeremy placed the sparkling band of gold on the Bible;
"The wedding ring is an outer and visible sign of a deeper and binding pledge. Barnabas, take the ring and place it on the third finger of your bride's left hand and repeat after me; 'with this ring, I thee wed'."
Doing as he had been told, Barnabas took the smooth band and slid it onto Biddie's finger;
"With this ring, I thee wed."
Satisfied, the reverend smiled warmly;
"Now, by the power vested in me by the territory of Washington, sir, by all means, kiss your bride."
Wrapping his arms around her, Barnabas pulled his bride into a secure embrace before claiming his first kiss as husband and wife. He couldn't help but notice the look of contentment that seemed to grace her face when he ended the kiss, just before Reverend Adams introduced;
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present, Mr. and Mrs. Barnabas Webster."
Noticing the glow their friend wore, Candy leaned over as the couple walked down the aisle to whisper to Jemma;
"I have the feeling that marriage is definitely going to agree with her."
Jemma nodded;
"I get the same feeling, Candy."
Once the wedding party had made it outside and all the eligible young ladies had gathered at the bottom of the church steps, Biddie turned to her matron of honor and bridesmaids to beg;
"What should I do? I mean, how do I do this or who should I throw this to?"
Glancing to each other and shrugging, Jemma finally spoke for the group;
"I guess you just throw it, Biddie. To be honest, when we were all married, we always threw it in your direction, so I guess it's up to you."
Studying her bouquet for a moment, Biddie shrugged nonchalantly before turning her back and tossing the flowers high in the air. Turning back to see who the lucky recipient was, she laughed as Holly stared at the bouquet, a look of disbelief on her face. Motioning towards Lottie's Biddie asked her husband;
"Should we make our way to Lottie's, Barnabas dear?"
Pulling her arm through his, Barnabas nodded;
"Yes, Biddie dearest, let's!"
Waiting until most of the crowd gathered had made their way to Lottie's for the reception, Jason and Julie took charge of Lisa while Benjamin kept up with Jamie, Molly, and Christopher as Duncan, Holly, Lottie, and Clancey approached Aaron and Jemma. Holding Alex in her arms, Lottie offered;
"Would you like us to get these three settled for you?"
Nodding her head, Jemma consented;
"That would be very nice, thank you, Lottie."
Hanging back a bit as everyone made their way to the saloon, Aaron took his wife's arm to inquire;
"Satisfied, love?"
Puzzled by his question, Jemma demanded;
"Not that I'm not, but why would you ask me that, honey?"
Stopping to turn and look into her eyes, amusement brimming in his own, Aaron reminded;
"Because, my darling wife, your brothers are now happily married, including Josh, and one of your best friends is married as well."
Placing a kiss on her forehead, Aaron pointed out;
"You, my little love, are a romantic."
Wrapping her arms around his waist, Jemma reminded;
"Says the man who sent to San Francisco to bring the man that Biddie was in love with back to Seattle."
Shrugging, Aaron remarked casually;
"What I did, sweetheart was brought an attorney, which was very much needed, to Seattle. It just so happens he was also the man Biddie was in love with; sheer coincidence."
Rolling her eyes, Jemma quipped;
"If you say so, Aaron love. But I happen to know better."
Placing her hand against the middle of his chest, Jemma vowed;
"There's a heart of gold beating in there, whether you admit it or not."
Taking her hand in his, Aaron placed a kiss against her palm;
"I'll take your word for it, darlin. Now, how about if I escort my beautiful wife to Lottie's so we can help the happy couple celebrate their wedding."
Slipping her arm through his, Jemma lifted the hem of her dress slightly;
"By all means, let's."
As they made their way to join the party, both couldn't help but wonder what the changes they had seen would mean to, not just themselves, but to Seattle as a whole. Aaron couldn't help but remember how, a short two years prior, he was trying to fathom a way to convince Jason Bolt to give his consent and blessing for his and Jemma's marriage. Now, two years later, not only were he and Jemma married, they had three beautiful children, Jason and Julie were married with a child of their own, as was Jeremy and Candy, and now, Josh and Peggy were married as well as Biddie and Barnabas. Aside from the personal changes, there were also the changes in their businesses; not only were the sawmill and logging operation thriving independently but also as a joint venture with Mr. Thorndyke, they were flourishing as well and even expanding.
Once they reached the saloon and after the formalities of cutting the cake and toasting the couple had been observed, Aaron eagerly took the first opportunity presented to take his wife in his arms as he led her in a waltz. Noticing the look on her husband's face, Jemma slid her hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck to caress it discreetly;
"What are you thinking, my darling love?"
Sighing deeply, Aaron admitted;
"I was just thinking about how much has happened in the last couple of years, Jemma angel, that's all."
Nodding, Jemma agreed;
"There has definitely been a great deal of changes in that time, that's for certain."
Looking up at him through her lashes, Jemma couldn't help but ask;
"Are you sorry for some of those changes?"
Maneuvering her to a discreet corner, Aaron lifted his hand to her cheek before shaking his head;
"No, my little love, I could never be sorry for any of the changes. Not when those changes consisted of making you my wife and our three babies."
Pulling her into an embrace, Aaron confided;
"I was just wondering what the future's going to bring for us, love, that's all."
Her head against his chest, Jemma ventured;
"Well, probably more babies for our family. I'm sure the business will grow even more than what it has, and our own babies will be growing up."
Pulling back a bit to tilt her face so he could look into her eyes, Aaron vowed;
"I don't know what changes might happen, sweetheart, but one thing I do know; as long as I have you and our children by my side I can deal with any change life throws at us."
Placing her hand against his cheek, Jemma smile warmly;
"That's quite a coincidence, my darling husband because I feel the exact same way about you as well."
Holding each other, unnoticed, Jemma and Aaron watched everyone enjoying themselves, confident that, whatever the future might bring, as long as they had each other and their family, they could turn tragedy into triumph and sadness into success.