So, I don't know if anyone is actually reading this, but I have no intention of stopping. ;-) I'm a bit rusty in my writing, I'm sure that probably shows, so if you are reading, please bear with me. I haven't written anything longer than one parters in years. I'm going to try to have at least one update a week, but that will depend on my work schedule. Some weeks may have more, other times it may be every other week.

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"So, you're sure this is what you what, baby," Alvin Moore asked his daughter, taking her hands in his. "Because if it's not, just say the word and we're out the door before anyone can see us. I got a buddy in the Air Force with a helicopter on standby just waiting for a call from me."

"No, daddy," Angela smiled. "No helicopters, no Air Force buddies, no sneaking out. I love Cory and I want to marry him. There is no doubt in my mind."

"Just checking. I can't tell you how good it is to see you so happy."

"You didn't think I was happy before?"

"It's not that," Alvin began, walking away from his daughter. "For a long time I was worried that you would be so afraid of repeating the mistakes your mother and I had made that you would never allow yourself to get close enough to a person to trust and love them and be truly happy and free."

Angela frowned at the mention of her mother. She didn't want to think about her today. She hadn't seen or heard from the woman in three years and she was happy to keep it that way. "Let's not talk about her. Today is only for happiness. That's an order."

"Sir, yes, sir," he said, saluting his daughter.

"Oh, daddy," she laughed, hugging him, "I wish we got to see each other more often. A couple times a year just isn't enough, especially now that I've been spoiled by how much time we've spent together with the wedding planning."

"I wasn't going to say anything until after you got back from your honeymoon, but I've decided to retire."

"Really?"

"Yes. I've been promising you for a long time that I would and it's time. You're starting a new phase in your life, maybe it's time that I do, too."

"Are you going to move to New York," she asked, hopefully.

"I haven't decided. It will either be New York or Philadelphia. You think Cory is going want his father-in-law living so close?"

"Cory will want me happy. Besides, you guys get along great."

"We do, but after today I will be his father-in-law. Trust me, it will change things a little bit."

Angela knew that the dynamic between her and Cory would change when they got married. That's what had made her so nervous about marriage in the first place, she didn't want to screw with what was already a good thing. But she hadn't thought about the way things would change amongst their families.

Alvin noticed Angela's frown. "Is something wrong, Angela?"

"The Matthews' aren't going to be just Cory's family anymore, they're going to be my in-laws. You and Cory are going to be in-laws."

"I know," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Well, you don't hear a lot of good things about in-laws, do you?"

"Baby, how long have you known the Matthews?"

"I don't know, 13, 14 years?"

"Don't you think if Amy and Alan were going to be the stereotypical nightmare in-laws you would've seen some sign of it by now? From everything I've seen, they've treated you like a daughter."

Angela smiled. "They have. I remember the first time I really spent time at their house, Cory and Topanga were still together and Shawn and I were broken up but staying there for Christmas. You were stationed overseas and they just welcomed me in."

"See? Why would that change now that you and Cory are getting married?"

"It wouldn't. The only thing I see changing is Amy putting on the pressure to get more grandchildren," she laughed.

"Don't be in a rush with that. I'm much too young to be a grandfather."

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"Josh, will you stop pulling on your tie," Amy said, hurrying over to fix it. "You have to leave it on."

"But mom, I hate ties."

"Just leave it on through the ceremony. You can take it off after that."

He made a face. "Girls are lucky, they don't have to wear ties."

She laughed. "Lucky? Sweetie, I'd rather wear a tie than have to deal with high heels, pantyhose, bras,..."

"Ew, mom!" Josh covered his ears.

Cory walked over to them. "Hey, no fighting on my wedding day. What's going on?"

"Mom said bra," the preteen said, horrified.

"Oh, mom," he said, matching his little brother's expression. He put his arm around Josh's shoulders. "How could you traumatize young Joshua? Don't you know he's at a vulnerable age? He doesn't need to hear his mother say the word bra. Josh, why don't you go find Eric and Jack? They're trying to track down where the judge went so we can get started."

"Okay," Josh said, sulking off.

"The judge is missing," she asked, concerned.

"Not missing. It was just a long drive. He's getting some water and going over his notes." He smiled. "Don't worry, mom, this wedding will be wonderful."

"I know," she answered truthfully. "I am so happy for you, sweetie. You deserve this. You've waited so long for your happily ever after and now it's finally here." She started to tear up. "I just..."

"Mom, don't cry."

"My baby's getting married," she said, getting tissues out of her purse, "I can cry if I want to. I cried at Eric's wedding, I'll cry at Morgan's wedding and I'll even cry at Josh's wedding if I haven't scarred him for life by uttering the word bra," she and Cory laughed. "It's my right as a mother to cry." She touched the side of his face. "But know that they are happy tears, okay?"

"I know."

"I love you and I love and adore Angela."

"Hey, why does she get love and adore and I just get love?"

Amy smacked his arm lightly, chuckling. "You know what I mean. Life hasn't gone the way you've planned it, you've been thrown some curve balls, but you didn't let it get you down. You rolled with it. You've come out on the other side with a great life, a family who loves you, a wonderful woman who will be your wife, a good career, great friends...it's everything I ever wanted for you Cory." She wrapped him in a huge hug.

"Thanks, mom. I couldn't have done it without you."

"Azalea, come here!"

Cory looked up and saw a little girl dashing out of the ceremony room. She was running in his direction. He scooped her up before she could get any farther. He studied her face. She looked very familiar, but he knew he had never met her before.

"Hello," he said. "Who do you belong to?"

"Azalea!"

Suddenly, Cory's feelings of familiarity were clear as Topanga appeared in the lobby. She was panicked, scanning the area for her daughter. Cory took a couple steps forward.

"I'll give you two a couple of minutes," Amy said, walking away.

"I take it this runaway belongs to you?"

Topanga sighed, relief washing over her face. She hurried over to Cory. "I am so, so sorry. She got restless and I reached in my bag to get her a couple crackers and she took off."

"It's okay. It's probably my fault. The wedding was supposed to start a while ago. The judge was running late. We should be starting as soon."

Topanga held her arms out to her daughter. "Come here, baby." She kissed her forehead. "You don't run away from mommy and daddy. Okay? Can you say that? No running away."

"No run away," Azalea repeated.

Cory couldn't help but stare as Topanga interacted with her little girl. It was strange to think that, in another lifetime, this could've been their daughter. Well, kind of. If Topanga hadn't broken up with him in college they would be celebrating their tenth wedding anniversary this year. He does sometimes wonder what his life would've been like had he and Topanga stayed together. But then he thinks of Angela and the life they share together and can't imagine being any happier than he is at this moment. Topanga looks up and notices him staring.

"Cory, is something wrong? You're staring."

"No, it's just...you look beautiful." He decided to go with the safe, yet truthful answer.

She ran a hand through her hair self-consciously. "Thanks. It's been so long since we've seen each other. I probably don't look the same."

"You'll always be beautiful to me, Topanga."

She smiled. "That's sweet."

"I think the last time we saw each other it was right after you had your son."

"Has it been that long," she pondered sadly. "Orion is four now."

"How old is the runaway?"

"Azalea will be three next month. And yes, we planned them that close together," she added, rolling her eyes. "You'd be surprised how many people ask us that."

"You're kidding?"

"Nope. Get ready. As soon as you say 'I do' people will ask you when you're going to have a baby."

"My mom is already asking," they laughed.

"Don't Eric and his wife have a child?"

"Twins- James and Christa, they're 16 months old.

"I thought Eric named his son after Mr. Feeny?"

"Well, James's middle name is Feeny and Eric's dog is also named Feeny, but that is a long story."

Topanga laughed. "I think I'll have to get that story at the reception."

"Well, Angela and I have you at a table next to my parents and Mr. Feeny so you can visit easily."

"You mean I'm not hidden in the corner like any other ex at a wedding would be?"

"You're not a typical ex. No matter what happened between us, you're always going to be important to me, Topanga. I'd like to think we're still friends, and I know Angela feels the same. I know we don't keep in touch that often, but I'm always going to care about you. I want the best for you and I truly hope you're happy."

"I am," she said, shifting her wiggling daughter from one hip to the other. "It's busy and chaotic and I haven't slept in 4 years," she laughed, "but I am happy. I have a good life."

"Mommy, down," Azalea said, trying to get out of her mother's arms.

"Cory," Jack said, coming over. "The judge is all ready to go." He noticed Topanga and smiled. "Hey, Topanga."

"Hi, Jack." She turned to Cory. "We'll go take out seats. Just in case we don't get to talk again tonight, I am very happy for you and Angela." She kissed his cheek. "I hope you have a long, happy life together."

"Thanks."

"Ooh," Azalea said, "I tell daddy you kiss him."