So, I don't deserve forgiveness, but I'm asking for it! Sorry it has been almost 2 months since my last update. This is my final chapter for this story, so please leave a good final review! Also, on my last chapter, I said that I may jump forward five years or so, well scratch that. I'm going to move it up one year.
Flashbacks are in italics.
Disclaimer: Yeah right.
Chapter 13
"Cohen, get in here now!"
Summer Roberts sat in their Los Angeles apartment looking at more wedding ideas. Their wedding was only a month away and she was still trying to decide on colors, food, and the cake. Although she did have her dress, her bridesmaids dresses, Seth's tux, the minister, and the location all figured out, there was a massive amount of different things to be done.
"Now!" she boomed again.
"Jesus, what?"
"I need help."
"With what? You seem to have everything pretty much under control?"
"Do you want to be in this wedding, or not?"
Seth laughed and said, "who else would be in it? Ryan?"
Summer glared at him before saying, "He's married. And if you don't help me, I'll find someone else who will marry me."
"Summer, listen, you are just stressing out about this. I have a very, and I repeat, very intense
game of Sin City on playstation right now. Please, don't make me stop." Seth gave her his absolute best, yet pathetic face, he could muster.
"Don't make that face at me. Five minutes, that's it. Finish the game and get your ass in here or there won't be a wedding."
"Ahh, thank you!"
He leaned down kissing her on the forehead and ran to the couch. Summer could hear him jumping over the coach and just smiled, shaking her head.
Fifteen minutes had past and Seth still wasn't in the kitchen helping Summer.
"Seth Cohen, I am going to count to three and if you are not in here, I will come over and pull that thing out from the wall. And, I'm not kidding. One, two, three!"
Apparently, those three long seconds didn't seem to faze him. She walked into the family room, expecting to be overcome by pleas not cancel his game. But, what she found, was Seth curled up on the couch asleep.
She smiled again. Summer hadn't smiled so much in her life since the day about a year ago when Seth and her had finally rekindled what they had. She never too him for granted, unless of course she happened to have his credit card, but other than that, she was totally happy with everything.
She sat down next to him and leaned in close, placing small kisses all around his face. She felt him start to stir from under him and he slowly opened his eyes to see her peering down at him.
"Sorry," he said, realizing that it had been more than five minutes.
"It's okay."
"How are the wedding plans coming?"
"Better if you were helping me."
"Your good at the whole guilt trip thing. Very good."
"It's a gift."
"You're my gift."
"Your cute," she said, smiling again.
"Are you hungry?" Seth asked, still lying down but taking her hand in his, playing with her
fingers.
"Yes, but remember I'm on a diet. I do want to be able to fit in my wedding dress next month."
"Summer, even if your dress was too small, which it won't be, you'd still look gorgeous."
"Thanks, but that's not going to work."
"You want me to cook? I could make fish."
"Ew, no, not tonight. I really would like some spaghetti though from Ago on Melrose."
"I could go for that. Want me to pick it up too?"
"I defiantly think that your only offering to go because you think that getting the food will get
you out of helping me plan."
"So is that a no then?"
"It is a no. You call, I'll pick it up, and in the meantime, you and I will work."
"I really thought that I could get out of that."
"Yeah, well, you can't. I know your little tactics, my friend."
"Friend? How about 'Seth Cohen, fiancé, and best boyfriend ever'."
"How about, 'Seth Cohen, I'll be going in the kitchen to help plan my wedding with my fiancé.'"
"I guess that works too."
Seth got up and started making his way to the kitchen to devour into all the work that Summer had organized in a seemingly twelve inch binder.
"You, know, for the record, you are the bet boyfriend ever."
He grinned back at her before running back to the couch to tackle her down. As Summer saw that he was about to do that, she jumped up and lunged at him, her smile enormous, and jumped into his arms.
"I was going to tackle you down."
"Yeah, well I was going to kiss you."
"I think I like your idea better," Seth said as he rearranged his arms to get a better grasp on her.
She tightened her legs around him as he sat on the couch, her light body perched on his lap. She finally did what she said she was going to do and kissed him. He kissed her back with such
emotion, that they both could have fallen off the couch due to the intensity.
They pulled away and Seth's eyes glistened as he watched Summer. She looked like she was in deep concentration about something.
"Hey, you okay?"
She looked at him and a small smile formed, one that only Seth knew was a smile.
"I love you."
"I know," Seth said.
"Your not going to say it back?"
"I don't need to."
"Yeah," she whispered, resting her head against his chest.
Seth knew why Summer was having a sudden mood swing. About three months earlier, a nurse who had been living with her dad had called her with unexpected news. She had learned that her dad had acquired stage four liver cancer and the chance of survival was slim. Although he was supposed to be able to live for another several years through medication and a live-in nurse, they had not expected his death so early. The doctors told both Seth and Summer that he would be fine and not to worry.
Summer's feelings after the doctor told her that she needed to do something for her dad. Her and Seth decided that her dad moving in with them would be the best option. Not only would that leave room for her dad to like and get to know Seth more, but that would also be an equal opportunity for Dr. Roberts to get to know Summer more. The more Summer thought about her dad moving in with them, the more excited she got.
Seth had been totally against any form of him moving in, but soon learned that that was just too bad. Summer insisted time and time again that those were the plans and that he would have to get used to it.
About a week after Summer made the news to her father clear about him moving in with them, Seth was almost looking forward to getting to know him more and showing him just how much he cared for Neil's "little girl".
The next day, the nurse called Summer and told her that sometime throughout the night, he had passed away, pain free and calm. She went over right away and held his cold hand, wishing that he could have been there for her wedding and not fully getting the chance to know the real him.
Seth accepted what had happened and did everything he could to make Summer comfortable. He went out of his way, without complaint, to do everything in his power to show her that she still had someone that would love her unconditionally. And she took to that power right away.
Seth Cohen had swept her off her feet countless times and she was still thankful for all of his sweepings.
Seth felt his shirt start to become a little teary and bent his head down to place his lips on the top of her head. He didn't kiss her, but just simply put his head over hers and tightened his arms that secured her to him.
Summer sat up and kissed him again.
"Thanks."
He nodded in return.
She seemed to snap out of her small phase very quickly before saying, "I'm hungry, I'll order."
"No, you stay here. I'll order. I know what you want."
He got up and dialed Ago, placing a spaghetti and meat filled ravioli order. Walking back into the living room, he lit some candles and turned on the CD that was occupying the CD player.
Summer marveled at how she had gotten so lucky. Taking a chance with him in highschool was one in a million and she will never regret taking her chance on him.
"Your prefect, seriously, you know just what to do to make me feel better."
"Yeah, well, I want to make you feel better. It's what I'm here for. I want to make you happy Summer. And, the one thing that I want, I already am."
"And what do you want?"
"I want to be happy, and you make me the happiest. I don't think anyone else could make me as
happy as you make me. Just so you know, no one can make me as happy as you do."
"You make me happy, too."
"Good."
"Lets work on the wedding now," Summer suggested.
"Sure."
Summer was still on Seth's lap so he picked her up and took her to the kitchen, setting her on of the stools that lined the island.
"So, I was thinking about white flowers for the center pieces?" Summer suggested.
"Really? Cause I was thinking like red."
"You were thinking about the center pieces?" she said, shocked.
"Yes, I was. See, you thought I didn't care about this wedding, but I do."
"Well, I'm glad, but why haven't you been helping me for the last like year then?"
"Cause I thought you wanted to do everything."
"You could have offered to help."
"I could have, but you always looked so cute when you were concentrating and analyzing
everything. I didn't want my opinions to interrupt your cuteness."
"Uh huh. I'm going to change."
Five minutes later, Summer emerged from their bedroom wearing an oversized Texas A&M sweatshirt and black sweat pants.
"So, I was thinking that you could get the food now."
"And why is that?"
"Cause I don't feel like it anymore."
"Yeah, I can go."
"Thank you."
"But I should go now if you want to work on this later. You know, we should like stay up all night and work on this, just get it done."
"You'd do that with me?"
"Of course I would!"
"Well, okay. Go and get the food and we can start right away."
Seth got off the stool and grabbed his keys and wallet. He walked over to her and gave her a kiss
before leaving.
Right before walking out of the door, he called back, "Actually, I don't really feel like doing any more wedding plans."
"Well, too bad, you are."
"You can finish them by yourself."
"Shut up, Punk. Go get the food."
"I love you, Summer," Seth said sarcastically and then gave her a big smile.
He slammed the door shut and left Summer saying, "boys."
Seth walked back in the apartment thirty minutes later with food from Ago. They ate and continued preparing for the upcoming wedding.
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It was the morning of their wedding day and they had not followed tradition by sleeping separately the night before. However, they had started a one time only tradition.
The night that they had gotten back together, they made a solemn pact to not have sex until the night before their wedding. During highschool when things were so crazy, they felt the only reason they had sex was because they felt they had nothing else to do. But, now, sex meant something sacred, something that could never be taken back.
The day had started off amazing. Instead of the normal wedding rehearsal at night followed by the big dinner, they went for a morning rehearsal and brunch on the beach afterwards. The night was reserved only for Seth and Summer. They had been waiting for this day for a long time and it was something that they were equally thrilled for.
"Seth, Summer, smile!"
Kirsten Cohen stood right below the alter of the church, camera attached to her eye, snapping
hundreds of photos.
"Mom, God, just take it," Seth said, irritated.
"Kirsten, honey, leave them alone."
"They don't want this to be something that they wont have pictures from, Sandy."
"They have a professional photographer and this isn't even the real wedding. You can take more
tomorrow."
"Mom, can you just wait until brunch? Then you can take as many pictures as you want, besides, I like candids better."
"Cohen, leave your mom alone, she just wants us to be able to have pictures that we will look back on and remember what a great day this was."
"Thank you, Summer. See, us women have to stick together or nothing will happen."
"That's right Mrs. Cohen. All this time you have had to keep Seth in line, but now, I get to!"
"Summer, it's Mom, and I know! I'm so happy that he has someone who is not afraid to tell him what to do."
"You defiantly don't have to worry about her not telling me what to do, she's like a freaking drill sergeant," Seth piped in.
"Jerk," Summer said while punching Seth in the arm, " I am not!"
"Alright, your not, geez."
"Seth, Summer, right now, after Lana sings the song, you will be giving your vowels."
Summer looked over to see Lana Atwood standing on the ambo waving to her. Since Ryan was the best man and Lana was the maid of honor, they both were in on the wedding details as well.
Since Marissa had passed away, Summer had become best friends with Lana. They did
everything together, but on this particular day, Summer had two maid of honors, but only one was visible. She knew Marissa was with her today and just the fact that she knew this, made it easier.
The rehearsal passed without a glitch and soon everyone had made it to the beach.
Large ivory tents blocked the every present sun and food lined numerous tables. Almost all of Newport was at the beach and eating away blissfully.
Seth and Summer were sitting at the large table that gave them a view of everyone, but they only had eyes for each other. Both were sitting in their own seat, but Summer's legs were draped over Seth's. They were talking about their honeymoon to Puerto Vallarta, right off the coast of Mexico.
"I'm so excited."
"I know, me too! Finally we can be alone," Summer said, thinking about their trip.
"Not about that, well I am excited about that, but I'm so excited to marry you."
She took her hands and placed them on the side of his face giving him a long kiss, totally putting out everyone else in the room.
With their foreheads still touching, she looked him in the eyes and said, "I'm so excited to marry you too."
As they put away thoughts of everyone else around them and continued kissing, Kirsten remained at her table but kept taking pictures. She saw how truly happy and in love they were. She didn't want them not to have these pictures.
"Take their picture," a voice behind Kirsten said.
"Sandy, you scared me!"
"Don't stop! Keep taking pictures."
"I am, leave me alone," she said, playfully swatting away his arm, "get your own camera."
Before Kirsten could even finish her sentence about getting his own camera, Sandy whipped out his own and held it up.
"I do."
Kirsten continued to look at him while he took pictures of Seth and Summer.
Day turned into night and Seth and Summer had just finished dinner. They were walking down Santa Monica Pier when Summer realized that she had not been on the ferris wheel since Seth proposed to her on it.
"We have to go on that now!" Summer said, pointing up.
"Alright, come on."
They waited in the small line and then got on the next available seat. It began to go up and before they knew it, they were at the top.
"It feels like just yesterday that you asked me to marry you up here."
" I know, it went fast didn't it."
"Yeah, it did. But, I'm glad it's with you," Seth said, pulling her in closer as the wind began to
pick up.
"Me too. You ready to go home?"
"Hell yeah I am. The nights still young, baby."
"Shut up."
And they made their way back to their apartment to christen their last night before becoming husband and wife.
---
"Morning, sleepyhead," Summer whispered into Seth's ear, attempting to wake him up.
His eyes slowly opened and he immediately reached for Summer's head, pulling her down on top of him. She kissed him and laid her head on his chest.
"We're getting married today," Summer said quietly.
Seth jumped out of bed and screamed, "we're getting married today!"
"Seth, shhh! It's like seven thirty! Your going to wake up all of California!" she told him, laughing.
"We're getting married!" He said in a loud whisper. "We're getting married!"
Summer laughed at how cute he was being, "I know!"
"I have to get in the shower!"
"How about I come too."
"How about you come too," Seth added.
One hour later they were both coming out of the shower, towels wrapped around their still steaming bodies.
They were going to get ready together without the help of anyone. Originally, Summer had planned to have a stylist come over and do her hair and make-up, but in the end, she figured that she could just do it on her own.
Summer walked over to the wedding dress that was hanging on the door and unzipped the bag that was protecting it. She then went over and unzipped the bag that was protecting Seth's tux.
They got ready together in silence, but there was not a single moment where one wasn't stealing glances at the other, or different thoughts were going through their minds.
In two short hours, Summer was going to be Mrs. Summer Cohen and she couldn't be more proud to say those words.
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After the death of Summer's dad, she decided to ask Sandy to walk her down the aisle. And, here they were, waiting for the last bridesmaid to make it down the aisle.
The doors opened and Summer, on a proud Sandy's arm, met Seth's eyes. The entire church went away and it was only them. As she was about the reach the alter, she looked to her side and saw Kirsten and the Nana. Summer smiled at them both, but noticed Nana's wink.
She made it up and she couldn't remember anything. All she remembered was an uncontrollable and electrifying gaze into Seth's eyes.
Before she knew it, the minister was telling her that it was time to give her vows.
With a deep breath, she said, "Hey, Cohen."
"Hi," he whispered back."
She smiled at him, "Shh, these are my vows. You can talk when it's your turn. Anyways, I love you. I am so incredibly lucky to have you in my life. You are there for me through thick and thin and I never have to question your love and commitment towards me. I am so grateful that throughout all of grade school you never gave up on me. And I am so proud of myself that I took the chance to get to know and love you. I cannot wait for the day to be able to have children with you and look at them and see their faces, knowing that they came from us. I want to call you and ask you to bring home soup for our kid who is sick. I love that you love me and that you will never let that love go. I'm also amazingly happy that I can love you, that you have let me love you. That is really all that I can say, just a simple, thank you for letting me love you and you loving me back. Although those are small words, the magnitude is great. So, basically, in three words, I love you, forever and always. And I am honored to be your wife."
Before the minister could say anything, Seth took her by surprise and gave her a huge kiss.
"Seth, you will be able to kiss her shortly. But, you may now say your vows."
"Yeah, sorry. Summer Roberts, soon to be Cohen, thank you. Thank you for opening up to me, for accepting my flaws, but still loving me. I cannot thank you enough for what you have taught me. I don't think that there are words to describe how I feel about you. Actually, I know their aren't words, but through my actions, I hope that I am able to show you how much you mean to me. While you were saying your vows to me and talking about children, it finally occurred to me just how real this is. I cannot wait to look down at my little girl and see her mother's smile, her mother's gorgeous smile. And I can't wait to see my son's small legs carry him around the park or the beach or wherever, when he is two. And I can't wait to see our other children and watch them grow and get older. I can't wait to punish them and send them to my mom and dad's where w can finally have a night to ourselves. Were going to be with each other forever and I can't wait for what's to come. There are so many things that I don't know and that is what is so exciting. Summer, I love you. And I promise to love you forever."
Tears poured from Summer's eyes and he reached his hand up to wipe them away, noticing a few of his own tears begin to fall as well.
They exchanged rings and had their first kiss and husband and wife.
As they were making their way down the aisle and to the limo that awaited them, Summer thought about Seth's vows to her.
"You know, Cohen, you were talking about having a lot of little Cohen's running around. You sure your ready for that?"
"As sure as I've ever been."
"You know, if we have a little girl, she is going to have you wrapped around her finger."
"Guess what?"
"What?"
"I can't wait."
"I love you," Summer said, smiling.
"I love you more."
"I don't think that's possible."
"How about we just love each other the same, but a whole lot."
"That sounds awesome."
So, there it was, the final chapter of my first story. Hope you enjoyed it. I may do a sequel, I may not, but I want to finish We Will Become Silhouettes before I think about a sequel. Anyways, leave me comments, I love them!