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Original characters are the property of myself, and only children of my own imagination. Any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

The Girl Who Lives
Part Twenty-Two

Being male, Seth had never spent much time reflecting on his wedding. In his adolescence, he did have a few elaborate fantasies about the wedding night, complete with a beautiful, but faceless fantasy woman playing "the new wife," but that was about as far as it went.

Being female, Kayla had spent hours as a young girl, dreaming of her wedding. And like most engaged women, she had spent quite a few hours as an adult thinking about her wedding. Of course, she had shared those dreams with him. They would get married at night, a very formal affair and the church they would be married in would be lit up mostly by candles. She would wear a wedding dress designed for her by one of the top designers. His tuxedo would not be a rental, he would go to one of the finest men's clothing designers and have a tux designed just for him.

That was her favorite of her wedding ideas, but they had discussed others too. A sunrise wedding on a tropical paradise, an afternoon wedding at the Mary Martha Chapel in Wayland Massachusetts, near where she had been born and raised and where her parents still lived, many different possibilities had been discussed.

Yet, for some reason, the idea that they would get married in the back yard of Cinnamon and Dean's tiny little ranch house in West Virginia, the vows to be exchanged in Neil's homemade wrestling ring had never even been considered as a remote possibility. In fact, Seth would have bet his next year's salary that if two weeks ago, someone had told him there was even the slightest chance of happening, he and Kayla would have laughed until tears poured from their eyes. Yet, here they were. Well, here he was, in a shed, with his fellow groom and brother by choice, Dean Ambrose. Kayla, by virtue of being the other bride, was in the house with Cinnamon. The women got the house, the men got the shed.

"This really wasn't what I had in mind," Seth said, unable to stop himself as he continued to watch Dean pace. They were waiting for Roman to tell them it was time to get to the ring. Roman had the job of being best man to both of them, which was nice, but for some reason, he didn't have to hang out in the shed.

"I know," Dean said cheerfully. "Cinnamon was sure you guys were thinking of trying to make the best of it, fly to Las Vegas and have some knock off of a wedding with plastic flowers, some Elvis impersonator, and all of that, but dude, I couldn't have that! You're my brother! We met because of wrestling, we're going to get married in a wrestling ring, bro. This is going to be awesome, isn't it?"

"It will be something," Seth said. He appreciated Dean's enthusiasm, it was hard not to, but he still felt he needed to reserve judgment until he saw everything for himself. The things Dean had been telling him about this wedding had him on edge enough. The important thing isn't how you get married, he told himself over and over again, as if it were a mantra to keep him sane. The important thing is to be married so you can adopt Payton.

Being female, of course Payton wasn't in this musty old shed, she was in the house, where it was clean, and air conditioned, lucky girl. "Where's Neil?" he asked, wondering why Neil wasn't in here suffering with them. It was bad enough Roman claimed to have to help with things in the yard and wasn't here to enjoy the dusty stagnant air of the little shed.

"He's in the house," Dean said, shrugging. "He's giving Cinnamon away, so he's allowed to be in the house."

Seth found himself wishing he had offered to give Cinnamon away, even though he knew he would never have been considered, even if he were only to be a guest at this soiree. If Neil hadn't been picked for the job, it likely would have been Jasper Coleman, one of the wrestlers for WVW, the local wrestling promotion where Cinnamon worked as a paramedic (officially) and den mother to the wrestlers (unofficially). In the years when Neil was growing up and Dean had no idea of the boy's existence, Jasper had been the surrogate father and uncle to Neil, and a very good friend to Cinnamon. Since Cinnamon's father was dead, he would have been the logical choice, after Neil.

Kayla had no one to give her away. They had called her folks to let them know they were getting married. Kayla, of course had kept them up to date on Payton and what was going on, and there were plans at some point, for a visit so everyone could meet, but it was decided that this wedding would not be the place to do it. Kayla was of the opinion that perhaps they would have a redo of their vows, when they would have the time to plan properly. Of course her parents would be at that affair.

Seth was grateful the Springers had bowed out. It wasn't that he was ashamed of Dean or this wedding, it was just that it was absolutely nothing like the wedding he and Kayla had talked about, nothing like the wedding the Springers wanted for their little girl.

"This is going to be the best wedding ever!" Dean exclaimed enthusiastically. "We've got pretty much everyone at WVW here. They aren't even having a promo today because of this. And pretty much the whole neighborhood is going to be here too."

"Not the whole neighborhood?" Seth asked, only a little bit sarcastic. Cinnamon was very popular with her neighbors, due to her friendly, relatively mellow nature, and her willingness to come running whenever one of the neighbors was hurt. There were advantages to having your own neighborhood paramedic. Cinnamon seemed to be born to nurture and the neighborhood loved her for it. On top of that, when Dean had stayed there for a few months, he'd made friends with the neighbors too. It wasn't that surprising that they all wanted to come to their wedding.

"Almost," Dean said, "There's one neighbor we don't care much about, so he's not invited. I doubt he'd accept if he was anyway. But everyone else? Yup. Plus we have a few people from the WWE." He looked at Seth, "You could have asked people to come, I mean it is your wedding too."

"I called you on Wednesday, it's now Saturday, that wasn't exactly enough time to have invitations printed and sent out," Seth reminded him. "Don't worry about it. I know a few of the guys in WVW too, from my indie days. And the WWE folks that are coming are friends of mine too. I don't feel entirely like a third wheel."

"You're not," Dean said cheerfully. "First, you're my brother. Second, you're really a fourth wheel, 'cause everyone knows the bride comes first." When Seth frowned at him, he laughed. "That's cool though, bro! Because four wheels is balanced. This is where you belong, you and Kayla. We said when Shield started that we were family, and we are family. And a wedding is a family occasion."

Seth had to give Dean that. No matter how weird this wedding was, he did have family with him.

The door opened, flooding the tiny shed with sunshine, which only served to stir up the dust motes so they danced around lazily. Seth squinted as Roman popped his head in the door. "Hey guys, get in gorilla position. JP just arrived, all the decorating is done and I'll be coming to get you in a few seconds." He shut the door only part way, to look around outside.

"Yeah, it's cool!" someone yelled from out in the back yard.

Dean hurried over to the door. Seth stood up and made an attempt to wipe off his dusty shoes with one of the paper towels he'd used to clean the bucket he'd been sitting on. Roman opened the door all the way. "C'mon little brothers," he said cheerfully, "Lets get the two of you married."

Seth had not had much of a chance to look around when he was ushered to the shed that morning from the car. In some usual need to be traditional about at least one thing, Dean, Seth, Roman, and Neil, and had been banished to a hotel the night before, while the women had the house to themselves. Seth had wondered if Roman had planned a night of debauchery, but realized that with Neil around, that wasn't going to happen. But, they did have a bachelor party of sorts; Jasper and his friends found a place that was pretty much a Hooters knock off, where they had private rooms so Seth, Roman, Dean and anyone else from the WWE wouldn't have to worry about being recognized and thus mobbed by eager fans. It had been a nice enough place, their claim to local fame being that all the chicken they served was raised on a farm just down the street, where the chickens were allowed to roam about freely and fed only organic chicken feed and whatever they could scratch out of the earth with their little chicken feet. "Guilt Free Fun!" was their motto, which Seth found hysterically funny. Yeah, that was the problem with Hooters all right, the chicken wasn't organic. Not the waitresses who had to be model thin from the waist down and double D blessed from the waist up, nope, it was the chicken, that was what made people upset, about Hooters. Good thing this place figured it out.

The girls at The Coop dressed like the stereotype of the farmer's daughter, daisy dukes and flannel shirts cut low and tied under the breasts to show off to the customers what God or a good plastic surgeon had given them. But, the chicken was fantastic. They served not only wings, but BBQ, fried, and several other forms of chicken. Despite their "down home" atmosphere, they also had an excellent beer offering, with a lot of almost unknown beers from microbreweries. And the girls were friendly, but didn't carry things too far with a ten year old boy present. A few of the gentlemen there made friends with the girls, if not for a lifetime, at least for a night. The girls did try to spoil Seth and Dean, when they found out they were the grooms, making sure to keep their beer mugs full and to bend over a lot to show off.

"They're nice," Dean whispered to Seth when one girl made it a point to pour Dean's beer into his mug and to lean over so Dean had a perfect view all the way down to her nipples. "But they aren't as nice as Cinnamon's."

Considering Dean's former nickname was "Titty Master" and Cinnamon was not the most amply endowed woman, Seth found the remark rather sweet. He looked at his friend and grinned, realizing that Dean had done a lot of growing up and calming down since Cinnamon and Neil had come into his life. He thought Dean might be exaggerating, though, just a bit, until he thought about Kayla, breasts and all and realize that it didn't matter how pretty these girls were, none of them could hold a candle to Kayla. Kayla had a beauty that started with her face, her body, her hair, but it grew stronger and stronger the more you got to know her. Kayla was beautiful, smart, and caring. Kayla was willing to give up her dream wedding because she knew that the important thing was that they get Payton. That they become a family.

You and me, and Payton makes three, he thought, twisting the lyrics of a Robin Thicke song for his own purpose. And at that moment, he wondered what they were doing. According to Cinnamon, the plan for the women was pizza delivery and a night of Netflix. While Seth was pretty sure they'd be watching chick flicks all night, part of him yearned to be there with them, his arm around Kayla, while Payton cuddle between them.

Having the bachelor night meant that Seth hadn't really seen much of how the yard was to be fixed up for this wedding, so he had to admit he was curious as he walked out with Roman, blinking at first because the sun was so bright after the dimness of the shed. When his eyes adjusted he looked around and blinked again.

The back yard was full of people, ranging in ages from babies in arms to elderly folks. Over a hundred folding chairs had been set up for this, and even with that, there was still not enough seats. When they left the shed, a few of the younger wrestlers climbed up onto the roof of the shed, so they could watch the ceremony and not take up any of the seats. The yards on either side of the house were in service too, one of them belonging to the Williams, an older couple who looked after Neil as if he were a grandson. The yard on the other side belonged to the Karume family, whose son, Ka'eo had babysat for Neil quite a few times in the past. Dean had mentioned something about how all three properties were in need of new fencing, so when it was realized more space was needed for this wedding, Dean offered to pay for all three properties to get new fencing if they would allow Dean and Neil to knock down the fencing between the properties and use their back yards. Both families agreed, but the Karume family added a stipulation that Dean could provide the fencing and Ka'eo and his cousin Makaio would do the labor of installing it for all three yards. Dean and Neil could help, but only in their own yard. The deal was struck and all parties seemed satisfied.

In the Williams yard there were tables and chair set up, along with several BBQ grills, that had arrived with the catering company, an outfit called BBQ Bob's. On the Karume's yard, a raised platform of wooden boards was set up to form a makeshift dance floor and a DJ booth was set up too. The DJ who worked for WVW was going to act as DJ for the reception too as well as playing the music needed for the ceremony. Folding tables had been set up to form a bar, stocked with plenty of alcohol. Around the "bar" were large trash cans filled with ice, some containing beer, others containing soda, juice, and other kid friendly beverages. If that wasn't enough, several kegs of beer were resting in plastic keg tubs, also filled with ice. On three big tables near the beer, were reusable ceramic cups, designed to look just like solo cups, in different colors. Every one of them had the name of an invited guest painted on them.

"Wedding favors," Dean said, noticing Seth looking in that direction. "Isn't it great? This way we're not going through millions of plastic cups. It was Cinnamon's idea."

While it wasn't the sort of wedding favor Seth would have imagined ever having at his wedding, he had to admit, it fit this one perfectly. And, he had to appreciate that Cinnamon was doing her part for the environment as well, as hopefully, the guests would take the cups home and continue to use them, but even if they didn't, if it were the right ceramics, the cups were completely earth friendly.

Seth thought that the yards looked all set up for a great party, but they didn't look set up for a wedding. In fact, the only way Seth would have known it was a wedding, besides that he was in it, was that there were a lot of white and silver balloons and streamers decorating the place, and that the guests were dressed rather nicely for a back yard BBQ. And the back yard was packed with guests. Seth knew a few of these people, but most of them were here for Cinnamon and Dean. He felt strangely uncomfortable suddenly, as if he were crashing the party.

"Dean, are you sure?" he whispered as they headed through the crowd. "Everyone is here for you and Cinnamon, I feel like Kayla and I are interlopers. We can just bow out of the ceremony and enjoy watching you get married, then fly on to Vegas later."

"Not a chance," Dean said, shaking his head. "You're my brother. Besides, don't look at this as a yard full of strangers, look at it as a yard full of fans who've been lucky enough to be able to share you special day with you."

"Too late to back out now!" Roman quipped as he lead them through the crowd to the wrestling ring.

When they got to the ring, Dean climbed up and inside. The ring wasn't as high as a normal ring, so there was only one step to get up there. Seth, however, just stopped and stared for a moment. This is where I will pledge the rest of my life to the woman I love, he thought, then his brain added one more word; wow.

The ring was a well made backyard wrestling ring, and obviously people had been working to try to make it festive. The normal blue gym mat on the bottom had been covered with a white fabric of some type. The green garden hose that normally covered the ropes, for added protection had been replace with silver garden hose on the top and bottom rope, white in the middle. Seth had seen white hoses before, but never silver and he wondered if they had been spray painted. And on each turnbuckle were tied three balloons, two white, one silver. "See?" Dean said, pointing to the turnbuckles as Seth shook his head and climbed into the ring. "Simple. Classy."

Seth stared at Dean, wondering if he really meant what he said. But Dean was grinning, and it was hard to tell. "It's-it's," Seth said, shaking his head. "It's really something, Dean."

"Isn't it?" Dean said, laughing. "I'll bet you never thought you'd have a wedding like this, did you?"

"Not in a billion years," Seth said, completely honestly.

The Justice of the Peace was a tall man who was also looking around the wrestling ring as if he wasn't quite sure if he was in the right place himself. But he smiled at Seth, Dean, and Roman. "So, you two are the grooms," he said, pointing to Seth and Dean, "And you are the best man, right?" he pointed to Roman.

"Guilty as charged," Roman said, grinning. "And don't worry, I've got the rings."

"Good job." The JP held out his hand to Seth. "Noah Walker."

"He's Dan's brother," Dean said, as Seth and Noah shook hands. "Dan works with Cinnamon, he explained as he realized Seth had never met Dan.

"Roman Reigns," Roman said, holding out his own hand and letting him shake it.

"Look, sorry we couldn't do a walk through of this yesterday," Noah said, apologetically. "I just got tied up. But, I think we can pull this off just fine. At the right moment, you say 'I do' or 'I will.' It's pretty easy."

"I think we can handle it," Dean said.

"Good, I already talked to the women," Noah said. "They're set too. So, if you're ready, we can get this show on the road, does that sound good?" When Seth and Dean nodded, Noah looked over at the screened in porch, where Jessica was waiting for a signal. When she saw Noah nod, she disappeared into the house to make sure everyone inside was ready.

"Okay," Roman said. "I got you two to the ring, you can't chicken out, now I've got to go and walk the matron of honor to her place," and with that, he left the ring and headed for the porch.

The wedding was a little lopsided on the female to male ratio, but they had worked it out. When the music started, (and Seth was relieved to hear it was Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring, a traditional processional song, rather than something like Nick Lowe's "I Knew The Bride (When She Used To Rock And Roll) which wasn't a bad song for an oldie, but not something he figured Kayla would ever dream of having at her wedding) Roman came out first with Jessica on one arm and Leah on the other. He walked them up to the ring and like a true gentleman, held the ropes open for them. They both climbed into the ring. Behind them came Jasper Coleman, with Payton. Leah and Payton wore identical long dresses of the palest pink and their hair was decorated with a simple ring of daisies. When Payton saw Seth, she grinned and waved, much to the amusement of everyone in the audience. When Jasper held the ropes open for her, she climbed in eagerly and walked right over to Seth and gave him a hug. Proper or not, Seth hugged her right back. He hadn't seen her for almost twenty four hours, if the audience didn't like it, tough. But, the audience didn't object at all, instead there were a lot of "Awww!" that could be heard.

Then the music changed. Seth had been expecting to hear the traditional, "Here Comes the Bride," but to his surprise, the music changed to something much more modern, although still considered to be "oldies." Seth knew he had heard the song before, but he couldn't place it until the singing started, then he recognized it instantly. Follow you, Follow Me, by Genesis.

The door to the porch had been propped open, and as Seth watched, Cinnamon and Kayla stepped out onto the stairs leading down to the back yard, Neil in the middle. Cinnamon's copper colored hair was hanging loose, going down to her waist, the only style a wreath of daisies, similar to what Payton and Leah wore in their hair. She was wearing an ivory lace dress that looked as if it had come right out of the '70s. It was exactly the type of dress you would expect to see Cinnamon in.

Then, Seth saw Kayla and his breath caught in his throat. He knew that she and Cinnamon did some quick emergency shopping yesterday to get her a dress, but as they had flown out, Kayla was pretty skeptical that she would be able to find a wedding dress that would fit her and fit in with the wedding. Those fears were unfounded. Kayla's dress was a simple white dress purer in color than Cinnamon's, but with Kayla's darker complexion and hair color, she could get away with wearing pure white. It was not a traditional wedding dress, but it was strapless and fitted at the top down to the waist, but then fell into a soft, loose, floor length skirt. It had no seed pearls, no lace, nothing to adorn it, but it didn't need any embellishments and the very lack of them only served to make Kayla look even more beautiful. Like Cinnamon, she had chosen to wear her hair down, but unlike Cinnamon, her hair fell in a mass of curls and waves that fell about her shoulders, around her face, framing it perfectly. She too, had flowers in her hair and both women carried bouquets of simple seasonal flowers.

Everyone sitting in the folding chairs had risen to their feet and several of them were swaying with the music, hardly aware they were doing it. Seth didn't see it though, he was too busy looking at Kayla, who was looking at him and Payton, who had moved closer to him, seeming to forget she was supposed to stay on the bride's side of the ring.

Seth heard a soft "Whoa!" next to him, and knew it was Dean and that he was watching Cinnamon and Neil approach, unable to take his gaze off either them. Which was good too. It wasn't that long ago that Dean was the confirmed bachelor party animal and Seth was the man who was engaged, but never seemed to get around to fixing a date, because things had to be perfect. Until Payton. The little girl with the gold-to-chocolate colored eyes and the soft brown hair, who used to sit in corners as if trying not to be seen, but now ran for hugs whenever she saw him. The child both he and Kayla had fallen in love with as if she were of their flesh and blood. This wasn't the wedding Seth and Kayla had dreamed of, but it was the wedding of their dreams.

And like a proper gentleman, Neil held the ropes open for both the brides, letting them enter the ring first, before following behind them. When all three were inside the ropes, Cinnamon and Kayla linked arms with him again and they walked up to where everyone was. Noah smiled at the boy and said in a clear voice, "Who gives these women?"

"I do," Neil said, then frowned and continued, "well, my mom, I do. I can't really answer for Kayla, because she's not my mom or nothing. She's my aunt. Can I give away my aunt? Is that cool?"

Laughter broke out in the audience, but Noah, to give him credit, kept a serious expression on his face. "Of course you may."

"Then I guess I give both of them," Neil said, ignoring the laughter from the guests. He took his mother's hand and his father's hand and put them together. Then he did the same for Kayla and Seth. But instead of sitting down, he stayed in the ring, going over to the Groom's side, as had been agreed upon earlier.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have gathered here to witness the union of two couples today, Dean Ambrose to Cinnamon Nolan and Seth Rollins to Kayla Springer. If anyone here has any reason why these couples may not be wed, speak now, or forever hold your peace."

As if on cue, Cinnamon turned and fixed a look at the wrestlers on the roof of the shed as if she expected them to object, just to stir trouble, which brought a few giggles from the audience, but the young men remained silent. One of them waved at her, which made the others hide snorts of laughter behind their hands.

Noah spoke briefly of love and the responsibilities of marriage, nothing too preachy, but sweet and sentimental. Then, he got right to the vows, first to Cinnamon and Dean, then to Seth and Kayla. All four said what was needed and when it was over, Noah smiled. "Gentlemen," he announced. "You may kiss your brides."

As if on cue, the wrestlers began chanting, one half chanting, "Let's go Ambrose!" followed by the other half saying, "Let's go Rollins!" Which made Seth want to laugh, but then he gathered Kayla into his arms and kissed her, just as Dean was kissing Cinnamon and there was something so sweet and right about it, that he could have kissed her like this for hours, but the thunderous cheers reminded him that they had an awful lot of witnesses to this first kiss of man and wife.

When the kiss was over and the couples drew apart, Noah walked forward and raised Seth's and Dean's arms in the air, as if they had won some type of match, something Seth was sure he didn't do at every wedding. "Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you, Dean and Cinnamon Ambrose and Seth and Kayla Rollins!"

The cheers, which were loud when they had kissed, were now almost deafening.

The reception was a party to end all parties. Enormous amounts of meat and other BBQ foods were served, along with copious amounts of alcohol and while Seth didn't get wasted, he had a pretty good buzz by the time the sun was going down. This meant he was a lot more willing to dance, which was something Kayla loved, but he wasn't too crazy about. But, as they swayed together to some slow, romantic song, Seth realized that this dancing thing had its advantages.

"Excuse me?"

Seth and Kayla looked down to see Payton standing there, looking at the two of them. Much to Seth's relief, she had spent most of the wedding running around with Leah, Neil, and the other kids there, having a wonderful time. It wasn't that Seth didn't want to be with her, but it seemed so normal compared to the clinging she had been doing to him since Myron and Andrea had died. He knew that tomorrow she might go back to being the same frustrated child who didn't want to be too far away from him at any time, but for today? She had been a normal child. Seth smiled seeing her. "Yes?"

Payton looked at Kayla. "Would you mind if I danced with Uncle Seth?" she asked.

Kayla smiled at her. "I have a thought, why don't all three of us dance?"

Both Seth and Payton looked at her with surprised expressions. "Can we do that?" Payton asked, looking a little skeptical.

"Of course we can," Kayla said, and she wrapped one arm around Payton, keeping the other one around Seth. Seth followed suit, wrapping an arm around Payton and keeping the other around Kayla. Payton put one arm around each of them, and they moved together in a way that might have been seen as dancing, but more likely looked like a group hug to music.

After awhile, Payton looked up, her gaze alternating between the two of them. "So," she said, "What happens now?"

"What do you mean?" Seth asked.

"You guys are married," Payton explained. "So, like you'll have babies, right?"

"Some day," Kayla said. "Not right away. But when we do, I know you'll make a wonderful big sister, just like you did for Preston."

At the mention of Preston's name, Payton's eyes flickered briefly, but she smiled too, as if Kayla's answer pleased her. She needs to know we aren't going to abandon her in favor of biological children, Seth thought. "Pay, remember what I told you about chosen family?"

Payton's brows furrowed, then she smiled. "Chosen family never wants to see you hurting or unhappy," she said.

"Yep, and even though we're going to court to make this all legal, so you'll be our daughter, just as if you were born to us, never forget that we chose to be family." Seth smiled down at her as she looked up at him, her eyes glowing and he realized she fully believed him. And even though part of him wasn't sure he wanted to admit it, he knew, deep down, that no matter how many kids he and Kayla had, this little girl would always be a tiny bit closer to him than they would. They would never know it, but deep down, she would. And that was okay. She had spent most of her life being second fiddle to a sibling, it was okay for her to be the favored child, even if it was only by a fraction.

"Okay," Payton said. "But what happens next?"

He knew she was wondering about court and all that was ahead of them in getting her adopted. He looked over at Kayla who realized the same thing, and they both knew that the day was coming when they would have to sit her down and explain things clearly, prepare her for visits from Social workers and going to court and all the trouble and discomfort this might cause her.

But not tonight. For tonight was about being married and being a family. Tonight was not a night for worries and concerns, it was a night for being with family and friends, both old and new, as they had met a lot of wonderful people tonight. It was a night for BBQ and dancing.

"What happens next is that we do our best to follow the fairy tale," Kayla said. "We try to live happily ever after."

Payton frowned. "Fairy tales aren't real," she said slowly, "no one ever lives happily ever after."

"True," Kayla said, pulling the three of them closer, "But that doesn't mean we should stop trying."

End of Chapter Twenty-Two

Author's Notes: I really thought I'd have this done in two more chapters, but instead, there will be three more after this. I know that will be the end because I have it semi roughed out, so this time, yes, you have my word on it. This story will be over at Chapter 25.

Special Thanks To:

Zipper: All I can say is thank you. Guest one is becoming a pain in my arse and while I wanted to blast them a brand new orifice in which they could continue to spew their chit, on this issue I have to be very, very, careful. I highly suspect Guest1 is trying to start a war between myself and others on this site who take a different viewpoint on the issue. So, thank you for handling that for me. If you ever let me out of this tower (will you when the story is done?) I promise to make you cookies.

Guest: Nope, it hasn't been abandoned, I've just been busy, but as you can see, I've updated now!

Torrie: I'm glad to hear things have calmed down a bit for you. I'm hoping my job will do that soon. But, I think what will happen is that when it calms down, everyone will want to go on vacation! But yes, I did throw in the whole, "Seth in a shed" because I did feel there needed to be some light of heart bits in this story and Seth in a shed was that.

Yes, the story is winding down, but there will be three more parts after this.

Emilee: Yep, I didn't realize until I was writing the previous chapter that yes, five guys alone with a girl in a boiler room could be seen as really creepy. It's strange because I was so worried about the phone instead. But, it actually makes sense, none of these guys even considered doing anything inappropriate with Payton, they wouldn't think that taking her into the boiler room to play Nerf wars was anything to worry about.

Nope, not a typical wedding at all, although it did combine some traditional things, well, maybe a little!

Angela: Yes, I figured the shed part would be confusing, but I wanted to set the tone for the type of wedding Cinnamon and Neil would have. Because I could never figure them for, "And we went to the chapel then we had a reception in this lovely place and all the guests got bags of candy with 'Love is Sweet' written on them." Cinnamon and Dean are going to do things their way.

That belt storyline seems to have hit a chord with a lot of folks! And it's flattering as hell for me. I actually got the idea from a Moxley promo where he talked about how he didn't care about material things, so he was going to absorb the belt and make it part of him instead. I thought that when he actually did seem to misplace the belt, Roman would come up with the idea (having probably watched the same Promo) what if we did have a champion that loved being champion? Was proud of being champion and would do all the things he needed and then some to be a good champion, but he just couldn't hold on to that belt?

Yeah, I know from talking to people that family court is a lot different from criminal or civil court. Their lawyer would want them to have someone who knew their way around. And I figure Bethany is actually someone who knows she will likely never get rich from this, she probably does a lot of pro Bono work and she doesn't care. She just wants to try to keep kids from slipping through the cracks of the system.

Dean and Cinnamon are both people that don't really have family. Dean's was pretty lousy and Cinnamon's died in an auto accident. They take "You're my family" very seriously, so yes, it did seem natural that they would really love the idea of sharing their special day with family.

I think Seth and Kayla will do everything to make sure Payton keeps a relationship with her blood grandparents, if indeed they are able to adopt her. They do love Payton dearly and they want Payton to be happy. They can't give her the life she wants and they recognize that Kayla and Seth can.

Yeah, I hope Kayla doesn't come across as a Sue. I figure she has her moments, we just haven't seen them yet. Is she an author insertion character? Oh heck no. She's nothing like me at all. She is kind of based on someone I know, but that person is not me and never will be.

LOL, I didn't want Vince to come across as clueless. More like, "I'm rich and powerful, I get what I want." I had an uncle who was disgustingly rich. I'm not kidding, he was loaded. And I noticed that he wasn't stupid, but he did seem to have this expectation that things always should run his way. He had built a business from the ground up, and had gotten quite used to being "the man." That's the way I see Vince. "What do you mean, this adoption will take awhile? Damn it, if I say Seth should be Payton's father, that should be enough. I'm Vince McMahon!"

Daniel Bryan? Yeah, I feel sorry for the guy, I really do. But at some point, he's going to have to make the choice, unless his doctors make it for him. However, he is going to be a judge on Tough Enough, so maybe they are trying to find places for him outside the ring.

Parvati: I'm sorry, I do not do request writing. I wish you luck finding someone who will write the story you want, but I'm afraid it won't be me. I have a very bossy muse and she doesn't take kindly to ideas that don't come from her.

Guest 1: Read what Zipper said. Then, kindly take your attitude, fold it, and stick it where the sun doesn't shine. If you can't locate where the sun doesn't shine? Then merely find your head, because it's already there. You're the reason we can't have nice things around here.

To everyone (except Guest 1) who took the time to F/F, and especially those who took the time to R/R, be you account holders or guests? Thank you. Seriously, I owe you guys a world of gratitude for sticking by me in this story. We're in the home stretch and I'm really hoping I don't lose many of you. I know it's end of school for college kids and High School seniors, but I'm hoping this story will keep people coming back until it's over. Thank you, all of you, for your time, you are wonderful readers, the best a fanfiction writer could have!