A/N: I know it's short, and I know it's another big jump, but it's the way I wanted it to be and I'm happy with it. It may seem like a bit of an abrupt ending, but I didn't think I needed to add anything else. But I do I care what you think, and I'm always trying to improve my work so constructive criticism is welcome.

Chapter Six

I race down the corridor after Greg, not thinking, not feeling, just needing to know.
As I reach Sara's room I hold my breath and once I reach Sara's room I almost collapse.
She's awake. My Sara is awake.
Her eyes meet mine and there's no anger in them, just love, and weakly she opens her arms to me.
I bury my face in her neck, revelling in the feel of her, and even more tears fall.
I only pull away to press my lips against hers, and she kisses me back, and it's the most incredible feeling ever.
More incredible than our first kiss, more incredible than the first time we made love.
Just the fact that she's here, awake, alive.
Nothing is said, I don't need to say anything.
I just hold her until the doctor arrives and I have to let go.
As soon as he's finished checking her over, I hide in her embrace again.

"I forgive you," she whispers.
"Marry me," is my reply.

The suns rays shone down, turning the lake into a sea of diamonds.
The breeze was cool but gentle.
Sara turned to me, brushing a few stray hairs away from her face, and smiled, motioning for me to come closer.
Then she turned back towards the edge of the cliff and the spectacular view of Lake Mead.
I stood beside her, admiring the natural beauty, and enjoying the feel of the sun and the breeze on my face.
I lean over and kiss her neck, then lift my hand to admire the sparkling ring there.

"We should have had the service up here."
"We would have, if it was legal in Nevada."
"It doesn't matter though. All that matters is being with you."
"Canada was just as beautiful anyway."

I laugh, and wrap my arms around her neck.
I love this woman so much.
We got home from our honeymoon this morning, and despite the fact we were both exhausted, Sara insisted on coming up here.
This place is our place.
Three years ago, I never would have imagined I'd be married again, let alone to Sara.
But then again, I never would have imagined I'd be this happy.
Obviously, we still argue, but then we make up, and although life isn't perfect, I'd say it's as near perfect as it's going to get.
Sara is perfect.
Yes, she has faults, but they make her all the more perfect.

We sit down in the sun, Sara rests her head in my lap and falls asleep, while I sit admiring the beauty of her and the lake.
I sit here for hours, watching her and the lake, and then I realise for the first time ever that her sleep is completely undisturbed. Her face is relaxed, her expression one of peace.
To me, she's never looked more beautiful, or more at peace.

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