A/N: Last chapter! It's a leeeeettle out of the range of M&S plausibility, but whatever. Very short too. Don't say dirty, it's too easy.

Dedicated to my grandpa who would scoff at a dedication. I miss him so much it's not even right. I can still hear his voice and his laugh. My hands were less than half the size of his, and I used to want to rub his nose where his glasses left marks. I remember how it felt to sit on his lap and rest my head against his chest, while the pens in his pocket dug into my face. I never sat on the other side though, because I liked to hear his heartbeat. He tickled me and called me Squirt and took me out to breakfast and let me sweep up his sawdust and always made me feel like the favorite. He cried when I cried and was always proud of me. I LOVE YOU GRANDPA! I know you're waving with both.

It was the happiest day of her life. She never thought she would say that, or even have the option of saying it, but it flowed from her mind totally uninhibited. She glanced across the crowded room and caught his eye, winking briefly before she danced out of his line of vision.

"Are you happy, Dana Katherine?"

She smiled as she looked up at her grandfather, her eyes twinkling only slightly more than his.

"Well, I'm dancing with you. I don't think I could be happier."

He chuckled and spun her around. She smiled as her dress flared out and she was repositioned so she could see Mulder around her grandpa's shoulder. He looked amazing in a tux, and she wished he had bought it instead of renting it. The ring on her hand glittered in the soft light and she smiled once again. She couldn't believe this was happening.

"Why don't you ditch me and go dance with him?" her grandpa asked with a smile.

"You wouldn't be mad?"

"He's sitting over there waiting for you, Dana. Besides, I have to dance with that grandmother of yours or I'll never hear the end of it."

She leaned up and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you for giving me away today."

"Thank you for asking me."

He returned the kiss and let her go, watching proudly as she walked across the room.

"Hey sailor," she said, holding her hand out to him. "Want to dance extremely close to a married woman?"

"I do like to live dangerously," he replied, taking her hand and following her to the dance floor. She smiled as his arms found their way around her, and he leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"You look especially beautiful today."

"Well I figured it would be a good idea to put on some make-up."

"Yeah, me too."

She snickered.

"Look at your grandparents," he said, motioning a few feet away. They were dancing together, moving just as fast as everyone else. They were talking and smiling and looking for all the world like the newlyweds in the room, even though they had been married for over 55 years. They still had that glimmer of excitement, of not knowing what was to come. It didn't matter that their health was declining. It didn't matter that they were living on barely any money at all. Any hardship didn't matter, because at the end of the day, they laid down together, holding hands and knowing that no matter what the morning would bring, they would still be together.

"Think we'll be like that someday?"

"You mean when we grow up? I hope so."

She smiled and leaned up to kiss him.

"You ready for that? Growing up?"

"As long as I can do it with you, I'm totally ready."