AN. A short chapter to end the whole story. Hope you won't hate me much if it's not as dramatic as you thought. Anyway, enjoy. And feedbacks will always be greatly appreciated even if I didn't have time to give every review a reply.

A Chaotic Wedding

Aimee

Part 5

He knew all about happiness. When he first kissed her in the back of his limo, when he heard her saying those three words eight letters to him, when he woke up next to her and kissed her good morning every day, the feeling called happiness was always there in his heart, like the butterflies fluttering to no end in his stomach since their first wild night.

And the happiness now was her delicate hand stroking his cheeks lightly which was wonderfully soothing. He really didn't deserve it.

"I really hate you." After a long time of silence, she finally said, "Sometimes."

He closed his eyes, and nodded. "I know." He said. Sometimes he hated himself, too. But he knew her. Even at the time when she hated him most, deep in her heart there was always a trace of love.

"You are going to pay for what you did to my wedding. You know that, don't you?" she asked. Her voice was even that he couldn't get a handle on her mood. He didn't know whether she was serious or just joking. Even though he thought he'd already prepared for all the possible punishment her bitchy brain may come up with, he still couldn't help shivering from head to toe. Was she angry? Oh of course, who wouldn't after a stupid and ridiculous boyfriend, soon-to-be husband ruin her wedding which should had been perfect?

"You'll work yourself to the bone for my forgiveness." She drawled, "Long and hard for it all night long."

He chuckled, finally summoned all his courage to look at her. There, on her beautiful face, was a little evil smirk. Her voice was still icy cold, but judging by her expression, she's not as angry as he believed, even though he'd to admit that she had every reason to be as mad at him as she wanted.

"I won't call it punishment." He smiled.

"Whatever." She said, rolling her eyes, "And I'm not finished with you yet, Bass. You'll cook for me whenever I want you to. I believe this could be some kind of punishment, right?"

"If you're not scared of being poisoned." He mumbled. Sensing her dirty glare, he quickly added, "Fine. All right. Whatever you say."

He watched her as the most beautiful smile in the world coming up to her face. She was happy and she would not call off the wedding. Thank God!

"Is it all?" he asked, couldn't help being a little nervous.

She chuckled to herself for his boyish nervousness. "That's all." She said. There was a touch of quizzicality in her lifted eyebrows. "Do you have any problem?"

"No." he quickly answered, finally letting out a sigh of relief. Luck must be on his side today, otherwise she should be going to storm out of the room in a rage and tell everyone she would not marry an idiot like him. "Not at all." He said sincerely, "And thank you."

Blair looked at him suspiciously as if he had suddenly sprouted two heads. Obviously she was caught confused by his expression of thanks. "Bass." She looked at him worriedly, "Are you Ok? Since when do you become a masochist?"

If he was not so caught up in his previous nervousness he would tell her he was not some pathetic masochist, but now all he could do was grinning like an idiot, which he really was.

"Since I fell in love with you." He spoke half in sport, half in earnest. "So you still want to marry me, right?" He just wanted to be sure.

She smiled. "How can I reject a bribe like this-a humble servant plus delicious food?" she said jokingly, "Of course we're getting married, Bass. And by the way, I don't want anyone to ruin my perfect wedding, especially the stupid groom."

"He won't. Not any more." He promised, and then grinned, "We're getting married. You're going to be Mrs. Bass. You're going to be my wife."

She grimaced at him and said, "Did you just figure that out?"

"I guess I did," he admitted. That's the truth. Just five minutes ago he still thought she would dump him and didn't exactly know what he was going to do with his life.

"You know what that makes you?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"I know, an idiot," he said. Fine. Admit his stupidity and let the girl have the upper hand as long as she didn't change her mind.

"No, it makes you my husband, idiot," she glared, stood up and looked down at him, singing happily, "And Bass. Don't forget your punishment."

She left the room, leaving the three people standing in the doorway watching him on the floor, mouths agape. He stood up and sighed.

"You Ok, man?" Finally, Nate asked.

"I'm fine, just for now." he explained, "she said she would get even with me tonight."

"That's…good." Nate stared at him with sympathy, "At least you'll be married then."

He nodded, then smiled. Maybe his crazy wife would make him suffer to no end in his married life, but still, it was his happily ever after.

Their happily ever after.

Fin.