In spirit of the new episode tonight I thought I would post chapter 2! Hope you guys like it!

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Casey sat in her dressing room just as nervous if not more than Cappie. Ashleigh was there right by her side trying everything she could do to help her calm down.

"Case, your make-up is starting to run," she said. "You need to take some deep breaths and calm down. Everything is going to be perfect."

I took a tissue and blotted under my eyes trying not to let my emotions get the best of me. But Ashleigh soon ruined that for me.

"Oh I almost forgot," she said walking over to her bag. "Here."

Ashleigh handed me a small box with a letter attached to the top of it.

"It's from Cappie," she stated.

I looked at the box and was happy to have it but also became a little disappointed. I knew it was jewelry again. Ever since Cappie started making more and more money all he ever bought me was jewelry. And even though I appreciated it, I had way too much for any woman to wear at one time. I saw Ashleigh staring at me, waiting for me to open the box.

"Ash," I said. "Do you think I could be alone for a bit?"

Ashleigh looked down at her watch.

"Alright," she said. "But I'll be back in 20 minutes to make sure you're ready."

"I know I'm ready," I replied with a smile as she walked out of the room.

I was left there by myself alone with my thoughts for a bit before I remembered the present from Cappie. I took the note off first and grabbed a few tissues. I knew his words would surely make me lose all control of my emotions.

My Dearest Casey,
Roses are red, Milk comes from cows, You'll have to wait to hear how I feel, Because it will all be in my vows.
Cappie

I could not help but laugh as I read his letter but also had a single tear fall from my eye. I wasn't sure if I would be able to handle looking into his eyes with him telling me everything he felt without hysterically crying. I then remembered the box that came with the note and began to unwrap it. I was preparing myself for a new expensive piece of jewelry when I opened the box but was pleasantly surprised to see a garter instead. I was kind of unsure what this was supposed to mean other than he couldn't wait to get into bed with me tonight. But as I took it out of the box I noticed how special it really was. There within the lace were several charms that represented all of the greatest times of our lives. There was one with KT letters, another with ZBZ, obviously signifying our first meeting at the rush party. There was another of a park bench which is where we had shared our first kiss. There were charms of DC and California signifying our first big moves to be together. I was starting to lose it already. No one could have come up with a more thoughtful present than this. I wiped the tears off of my cheeks when I got to the last charm. It was a guitar. This took me back to when Cappie asked me to marry him. It certainly was a memorable occasion.

The two of us were actually going through a rough time. We had been out in California for over a year and as that year went on I was seeing less and less of Cappie. And it seems the more we are apart the more we seem to argue. There were countless nights I would cook dinner for him just to have him call and tell me he got caught up and wouldn't be home until the early hours of the morning. I didn't think he was cheating on me at all. I knew how much Cappie loved me. But at the same time the more and more it happened, the more I became bitter. He wasn't necessarily cheating on me with another girl. He was cheating on me with his job.

I think Cappie knew I was beginning to have my doubts about us. And who could blame me? Look what happened to us when we first started dating! He was more concerned with partying and Kappa Tau then he ever had been with me. Never for a second did I regret anything with him though. I didn't allow myself to regret the move out to California. He really did live up to his promise and provided me with everything I needed. We bought a beautiful home in the Hollywood Hills and he let me do all of the shopping and decorating my little heart desired. Things between us were so magical when we first moved out there. We would sleep in every morning and make sweet love as soon as both of us were awake. We would often skip breakfast and have lunch still in our pajamas. Well, him in his boxers. I liked it better that way.

But earlier mornings turned to later nights and more time alone for me. We hardly even touched each other when we slept anymore, let alone cuddle. I knew he was exhausted and worn out. I knew he was being pulled in every direction with his job. But I wanted more. I wanted my Cappie back. Selfish, I know, but the thought of losing someone I had given my whole life to made it painfully hard to go about this way day after day. And Cappie, well, he knew what was happening between the two of us. But he thought the way of showing me he still cared was buying me a new piece of jewelry or other presents. He would come home with a sparkling pair of 2 carat diamond earrings one night he had missed dinner, a heart-shaped pendant necklace a few weeks later for the same thing. Don't get me wrong, the jewelry was beautiful. It just couldn't make up for the loss of his touch and the longing I felt for him while he was away.

I confronted him one day about it. It was a day he was actually home to eat the dinner I slaved over a hot stove most of the day to make. I told him I didn't want any more jewelry. I told him that it didn't make up for his absence and the strain I was feeling with our relationship. That night we both went to bed angry. It was only the second time we had ever gone to bed without working out our differences and it kind of scared me. It was like another side of him I had never seen.

But the next morning things changed. When I woke up around 11 he was still in the bed next to me staring right at me as I woke up. He put his arms around me and told me how sorry he was and that he didn't mean to push me away. And I believe him. I truly don't think he put me out because he wanted to. I just think work got too stressful for him and I was his object to take it out on. That day was so special for me because he called Brad, told him he was taking the day off and turned off his phone until the next morning. We went back to just like old times. We made love all morning long and stayed the rest of the day in our underwear. It was truly what I needed to feel the closeness of him I felt I had lost.

A few weeks had gone by and Cappie was making more of an effort to be home for dinner and leaving his work life at work. Aside from the occasional emergency phone call he would get after hours, things were starting to get back to normal.

One Friday afternoon I came home from some shopping to find a note from Cappie on the kitchen counter. Be at this address at 6pm, it said. P.S. Wear a cute little dress. I smiled knowing just what dress he wanted me to wear. It was a cute black dress with white trim by Vera Wang. It drove him absolutely crazy every time I wore it. I was really excited because it was the first time in a long time we were actually going to go out somewhere.

I got ready making sure that my hair and make-up were perfect. I wasn't sure what exactly he had planned but I was sure it probably had to do something with meeting some stars in the business and I wanted to look my best. I typed the address into my GPS in the car to find that it was about a half an hour away. The drive was pretty nerve-wrecking. I was anxious because I didn't know what to do or expect when I got to wherever I was going. I slowly pulled up to what looked like a small airport and saw little red signs with arrows pointing in the direction I was supposed to be going. When I got to the end I saw Cappie standing there with a bouquet of beautiful red roses looking handsome as ever in an Armani suit. There was a helicopter behind him.

I parked the car and went up to him.

"Hello gorgeous," he said as he handed me the flowers. "These are for you."

"Aw Cap, they're beautiful," I stated.

"Not as beautiful as you," he replied leaning in and giving me a kiss on the cheek.

We stood in silence for a second before he spoke.

"Well we should get going," he said as he turned towards the helicopter.

"Cap, where are we going?" I asked

"It's a surprise," he said as he handed me a pair of earphones to put on as I got into the helicopter.

The ride was absolutely amazing. We flew over some of the most breath-taking mountains and valleys. Eventually I noticed we were headed out over the water and again asked where we were going. But he just looked at me and smiled. I knew he wasn't going to say a word. When Cappie had a surprise he really knew how to go all out.

We landed about an hour later on an island off the coast of California. I could tell it was a smaller island but still large enough to have civilization on it. Cappie took my hand as he helped me out of the helicopter and we walked over to a waiting limousine.

"After you my daring," he said opening the door so I could get inside.

We spent the next 15 minute ride making out in the back of the limo like we were in high school on our way to our first dance. It was silly but still as romantic as ever at the same time. We reached our destination which I noticed was a restaurant called Mon Amour. I was looking at it puzzled when Cappie finally enlightened me.

"It's French for 'My Love,'" he stated.

We went inside and were seated at a small table out on the patio that overlooked the ocean. It was truly an amazing site. The food was incredible also. We sat there sipping wine and romantically feeding each other our respective meals. After dinner was over the waiter asked us if we would like any dessert. Cappie stepped in before I could answer and said he had already planned for dessert somewhere else. So he paid the bill and we were back in the limo headed off to our final destination. Again, being all over each other in the back of the limo, I had no idea where we were going. But quite frankly I didn't care. I was just happy to be with him. I was happy to feel his hands around my waist and look into the depths of his electrifying blue eyes. I had never had so much love for one person.

Cappie pulled me off of him when he noticed we had reached our destination. I was somewhat disappointed but knew we could continue once we got into the hotel room he probably had set up for us. As I stepped out of the limo I didn't notice a big hotel in front of me but rather a cute beach house right on the shore. I could smell the fresh salt water as the wind slightly blew just enough to move my hair right along with it. He unlocked the door and motioned me to come after him as I watched the limo pull away. We were there alone. There wasn't another house in sight. It was the perfect, most romantic spot a guy could ever take a girl and here I was with him. I truly felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

I walked inside to see a small fire lit in the fireplace and the dim lighting of candles all around the room. The back of the house was completely covered with windows and the panoramic view of the ocean they provided was amazing. I then realized there was a trail of candles leading out onto the beach and stopping at an area with a blanket spread out and a guitar lying atop it. Cappie took my hand and led me outside. I could tell he was nervous about something because his palms were sweaty but at the time I was so wrapped up in the moment that it didn't strike me as abnormal at all.

"Have a seat," he directed me as we arrived at the blanket.

"I've got a little surprise for you," he said as he picked up the guitar.

At this point I was flabbergasted because not once in the 3 years we had been dating had Cappie even picked up a guitar. I had no idea he even knew how to play.

"I wrote a little song for you," he said as he started to strum the guitar.

The next thing I knew he started singing about our relationship. How he knew the first time he saw me that I was the one he wanted to be with forever. It was all such a blur that to this day I still don't know the exact words to the song. I just know it was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. And I had no idea that Cappie could sing either! His voice was so soft and romantic. It was like he was hypnotizing me with his words as the song went on. He ended the song just as the tears started to fall down my cheeks. No one had ever written a song for me. It made me feel so special. He put the guitar down as I scooted towards him and put my arms around his neck.

"That was the single most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me," I said. "I love you."

"I love you too," he replied as he wiped the tears off of my cheeks.

I leaned in and gave him a soft yet passionate kiss. He completed me in a way that no one else had ever been able to do. I knew we were going to last forever.

"I think we should slow down just a bit and go for a walk along the beach," Cappie said as he finally broke my kiss.

"Sounds wonderful," I replied as I stood up and took off my heels. The last thing I wanted to do was fall while walking with him in the sand.

We walked hand in hand about a half a mile to the right of the house. The only thing we could see was the beautiful ocean to the left and high cliffs next to the sand on the right. The moonlight provided the only light as it reflected off the water. I couldn't believe how secluded this place was. It was absolutely breathtaking. The waves of the ocean were crashing against our bare feet. Cappie's suit pants were getting soaked but I knew he didn't care. We turned around and began to head back to the beach house when Cappie finally started to talk.

"Did you have a nice time tonight?" he asked

"The greatest time of my life," I replied. "I thought romantic things like this only happened in movies but you sure proved me wrong."

I turned to look at Cappie and saw him smile. He was truly as happy as I was.

"Case, I'm really sorry things haven't been the greatest between the two of us lately," Cappie continued. "I wanted to bring you on this trip to let you know that you still are and always will be the number one priority in my life. I think I may have lost sight of that a bit when working on this new movie with Brad and I am really sorry."

"It's OK sweetheart," I replied. "I should have been more understanding of your situation with work. I didn't make life much easier on you."

"Yeah but the fact that you told me made all of the difference," he said as he stopped pulling me close to him. "I had never been so low that night we went to bed without speaking to each other. I never want to lose you and the thought of it is too unbearable to even think about."

I became instantly nervous when I saw Cappie reach into his pocket and pulled out a black box.

"I know you told me you didn't want me to buy you anymore jewelry," he continued. "But I realized that I have not given you the most important piece of jewelry of them all. The one I had been saving up for even when we were living in DC."

Cappie got down on one knee. He opened the box and took my left hand into his.

"Casey Cartwright, will you marry me?"

I stood there completely stunned. Sure I knew this was a very romantic night but the two of us hadn't really talked about marriage. Never in a million years was I expecting him to propose that night. I looked down into his blue eyes staring up at me waiting patiently for an answer.

"YES!" I shouted out

He stood up as I threw my arms around his neck and legs around his hips. He wrapped his arms around me and spun me around a few times before setting me back on the ground. We were both crying tears of happiness as we backed away and looked at each other. He took the ring out of the box and slipped it onto my left ring finger.

"I hope you like it," he said as he stared into my eyes.

"Of course I do," I replied staring down at the huge rock he had just put on my finger. "I love anything that comes from you."

We instantly started kissing as we both fell back into the sand. I had never made love in the sand before but it was certainly another experience I shared with my one and only. We thought about spending the night out on the shore under the stars but realized we would feel better cuddled in the nice king size bed in the house. So we put our undergarments on and carried the rest of the clothes back into the house, blowing out the candles in the path along the way.

Cappie went to take a shower while I explored the house a little bit more. I suddenly noticed some of my clothes were hanging in the closet. And there were toothbrushes and toothpaste for each of us to brush our teeth. I then opened the dresser drawer to find it full of Cappie's boxers and a few pairs of my underwear and bras.

"Cap," I said as I opened the shower curtain. "How on earth did you manage to get so much of our stuff up here?"

Cappie just smiled as he leaned in and gave me a wet kiss.

"Oh yeah, one last surprise," he stated. "Welcome to our new beach house."

My mouth dropped to the floor as Cappie quickly took my undergarments off and pulled me into the shower.

"We own this place?" I asked as I watched the water drip off of his long hair and making its way in the crevices of his muscular chest.

"Yes babe," he replied putting his hands around my waist. "This is our place that we can come to any time we want."

He looked at me smiled.

"And anytime you want some sex on the beach," he continued with a little smirk on his face. "We can live that moment over and over and over again too."

Before I could respond with anything he was kissing me. Cappie and I made love all weekend long. It was just the two of us. We didn't see any other person until the limo driver came to pick us back up that Monday. I remember it took me a while to start calling Cap my fiancé. And it took even longer to get used to the ring he had put on my finger. But now that we are here on this day everything feels right. Everything feels like it was meant to be. In a little while I would go from having the greatest fiancé in the world to the greatest husband in the world. And nothing was going to stop me.

"Casey! Casey!"

I could hear Ashleigh trying to get my attention. I wiped the tears off of my face and looked up at her.

"Aw man," she said. "I told Cappie not to write anything too emotional. I didn't want you to ruin your make-up!"

She came over and started to touch up my face.

"Ash," I said. "Regardless of how many times you touch up my make-up I'm going to have tears run down my face. It's inevitable. Cappie didn't really write me anything other than I had to wait until I saw him at the altar to hear his true feelings."

"So did you like the gift?" Ashleigh asked. I could tell she already knew what it was.

"Yes, it is perfect," I replied. "Will you help me put it on?"

I lifted up the large fairy-tale gown I had always dreamed of as Ashleigh started to put the garter Cappie had given me on.

"Oh, do you want me to take the other one off?" she asked

"No," I said thinking about it. "Just put it on the other leg. I'll let Cap decide which one he wants to take off later."

Ashleigh smirked at my reply as she placed the garter on my leg.

"There," she said. "All set."

It was just on that cue the wedding planner walked into the room.

"Cappie's about the take his place," she said. "Get ready, you have 5 minutes."

My heart started to race as Ashleigh handed me my bouquet and straightened out the bottom of my gown. I was on my way to marry the man of my dreams.

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I've got one more chapter of the wedding. Reviews always welcome!