A/N: Bit of a retcon here. I previously wrote in "It's All in Your Head" that Lee got married in his dress uniform, but I think this new image is more appealing.

It was Lee's turn to use the bathroom now, and Kara tiptoed into the nursery. She peeked over the side of the crib to watch the sleeping form of her son and marveled at how much he looked like his father in slumber. They even turned their heads in the same direction.

"Sleep tight, honey," Kara whispered and pressed a kiss to her fingers before lightly touching Billy's soft cheek.

She glided out into the hallway with well-practiced ease and made her way back to her bedroom, pausing, as she occasionally did, to take a look at the wedding photo that was hung prominently on the wall. It showed her and Lee standing under an archway, his arms around her waist, hers around his neck, both smiling widely for the camera.

Lee looked as handsome as always in his tuxedo, while she "simply looked beautiful" as her husband always told her whenever they talked about that day.

Kara's face broke out into a dreamy smile as she remembered how all the hellish memories of Laura hijacking the wedding planning simply disappeared the moment Lee first saw her in her dress as she walked down the aisle. She could swear that his eyes danced with a little extra twinkle whenever he looked at her from that day on.

She walked back to the bedroom, lost in thoughts of what most people considered to be their wedding day.

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"Costanza! Get that fraking camera out of my face or I will do the universe a service and make sure you'll never procreate!"

Hot Dog popped his head up from behind the huge camera he was pointing at her. "Take it up with the Admiral!" he whined.

"NOW!"

Kara smirked as she watched Hot Dog scramble out of the room. She still had it.

She heard Sharon laughing softly as she entered the room. "Don't you think you were being too hard on the poor guy? He's just doing his job."

Kara jerked a hand up as a sign of warning. "Don't start, Sharon. I will get up and kick your ass if you do."

She tried shooting a glare at her maid of honor, but the hairdresser standing behind her grabbed her head with a vise-like grip and turned it back so that she was facing straight ahead. It appeared as if she wasn't going to be doing anything but sit still until the woman was finished.

There was something about the wiry little woman that made even Kara fear her. A fact that had amused Lee to no small degree.

But now that there was nothing in the room to direct her energy at, Kara could feel the nervousness beginning to bubble within her.

Why was she so anxious? There was nothing to be anxious about. Today was just for show. They had done the big thing already. But there was her knee bouncing up and down all on its own.

"Would it help if I told you that Lee is just as nervous?" Sharon offered as she sat down beside Kara.

"No." Kara squeaked as her eyes went wide. Lee was supposed to be the rational one who calmed her down when things got to be too much.

Her nerves weren't helped when she heard Laura ordering someone around before she breezed into the room with an ever-present clipboard.

"How's everything going in here?" the former president asked, paying more attention to Kara's hair than Kara herself.

As much as she liked Lee's stepmother, she sometimes found it hard to forget that the woman was the source of so many of her troubles, big and small, past and present, and at that moment, she could feel her shoulders tensing up as a prelude to a headache.

Sharon seemed to sense the negative vibes emanating from Kara and cleared her throat to get Laura's attention. "We're fine…but…uh, I think I heard the caterer talking about not having enough champagne for the reception."

Kara mouthed "Thank you" to Sharon as Laura dashed out. Sharon just smiled and got up to leave herself.

"I've got to go make sure that Hera hasn't spilled anything on her dress. But here, Lee asked me to give you this."

She handed Kara a small slip of paper that was folded in half and made her exit.

Kara slowly unfolded the paper and saw that it was a note written in Lee's neat handwriting.

It read: "Kara, Just give me the word and I'll pull the car around the back and we'll make a run for it. Lee."

That made her smile. Leave it to her supposedly-soon-to-be husband to know when to make her laugh.

Maybe she could do this after all.

It would be exactly like Vegas the previous month.

Just with more people.

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Lee stared at himself in the mirror, trying to calm his nerves.

He couldn't fathom why he was so nervous.

Hell, they were already married.

Today was just going to be for show for those who didn't know they eloped (in other words, everybody). But his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't fix his cufflinks, let alone tie his tie.

He fumbled with the black silk, trying again and again to even get halfway through the knot, but it was no use.

"Frak," he groaned, dropping his hands and hanging his head in defeat.

"Son? How are you holding up?"

Lee jerked his head up to see his father standing at the door in the mirror's reflection. "Dad! Uh, I'm fine. But, uhm…do you think you could…" he turned and gestured sheepishly at his neck and the length of fabric hanging from it.

Bill Adama smiled at his son's obvious discomfort at the prospect of getting married and wished that he had some words of wisdom to provide. But his marriage to Lee's mother had been anything but happy. Instead, a memory popped into his head as he began to tie his son's tie.

"Do you remember the first time you wore a suit and how I tied the tie for you?"

Lee just stayed silent, nervously twitching, but he could tell that Lee was listening.

"You were so proud that you got to wear 'grown-up' clothes…probably gave your mother half of her gray hairs that night when you refused to get undressed afterwards."

Bill drew the tie into a perfect Windsor knot and then bent down to pick up the silver cufflinks lying on the table.

"But," he said as he fit the cufflinks into his son's shirt cuffs, "oh how your mother smiled when she saw you all dressed up for that party."

"It was as if she could see your entire happy future the moment we walked into the living room with you all decked out," he began buttoning up Lee's vest. "I know our marriage was far from perfect, but it had its moments that I will treasure until the day I die. And I know for a fact that you and Kara will have far more moments like those in your marriage than your mother and I did."

"There," Bill patted his son on the chest, checking to see that everything was set. "All you need to do is put on your jacket, and you'll be ready to walk down the aisle. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to make sure that Laura doesn't rip off the caterer's head."

A small smile spread across Lee's face as his father walked out. "Uh, Dad?"

"Yes, Son?"

"Thanks."

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"Are you ready?"

"Definitely."

Kara slipped her arm into Karl's and watched as the doors in front of them were opened.

At that moment, all eyes were on her. But she didn't notice or care. Her own eyes were tunnel-visioned onto the figure of Lee waiting at the end of the aisle.

And suddenly, her dress seemed as light as air and she was walking on a cloud.

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"Hang in there, Lee. It'll all be over in a few minutes," Bill said, giving his son a reassuring nudge with his elbow.

Lee just took a deep breath and kept his eyes focused on the vision walking towards him down the aisle and wondered what his father's reaction would be if he found out that it had been over for several weeks already.

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"Isn't this great, Lee?" Kara asked leaning into her husband. They were lost in their own little world as the reception went on around them. Their anxieties were now long forgotten.

Lee nuzzled the side of her neck and spoke into her skin, "Yeah, it is."

Kara pushed Lee back slightly so that they were looking at each other. "Can you believe that we've been married for a month and everyone thinks we're newlyweds?"

"Do you think we should tell them?"

Kara looked contemplative for a moment. But then shook her head and smiled like a mad woman. "Nah."

Karl's voice suddenly came booming out of the speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen…"

"Don't hold the mike so close to your face, you idiot!" Sharon yelled out to the amusement of the guests.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Karl said once again, softer this time. "I do believe it's time for Mr. and Mrs. Adama to have their first dance as husband and wife."

Cheers rang out among those gathered, while Kara and Lee exchanged knowing smiles.

Lee gently took Kara's hand into his own and stood up. "Shall we dance?"

"Yes," she said standing up. "Lets."

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Lee stepped out of the bathroom, damp from his shower. He was pulling on a t-shirt and a pair of boxers when Kara walked in with a far off look on her face.

He was wondering what she was thinking about when she stepped up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Hey," Lee said, putting his own arms around Kara's waist.

His wife smiled at him and said, "Dance with me, Lee."

He smiled back and began rocking from side to side, neither of them caring about the fact that there was no music. They found a rhythm that worked for them and Lee was soon twirling a giggling Kara around their bedroom.

Lee dipped Kara and paused in that position and asked her the question that had been on his mind: "What were you thinking about?"

Kara simply said, "Our wedding."

"Which one?" Lee brought them back up.

She twirled out and back in so that her back was to his chest and her arms crossed in front of her. "Does it matter?"

Kara spun around so that they were facing each other and Lee pulled her in close.

She squeaked in surprise and involuntarily tightened her grip around Lee's neck when he dipped her again. This time so low that her hair brushed against the floor.

"Good point."

Lee smiled and straightened back up as Kara laughed into his neck. When she pulled back and looked at him with twinkling eyes and a shining smile, he couldn't help but lean in and kiss her for all he was worth.