A/N: Hope everyone has had a relaxing holiday and a great start to 2015! Here is a long chapter for my dedicated readers. Thank you to everyone who has stuck with this story and all of my faithful reviewers. Your input really does mean the world to me. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

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Ch. 25: Linc's Big Day

Sara woke up to the feeling of hands on her face. Two hands. Tiny hands to be exact. She opened her eyes to see her almost 18 month old son laying atop her with a big grin on his face. She smiled back at him realizing that Michael must have let him out of his crib before getting in the shower.

"Good morning, my angel," she said grabbing his hands from her face and kissing them. She couldn't believe how big he was getting. He was almost 1½ years old and time was passing too far for her liking. It seemed like just yesterday that he was dependent on her for everything. But now, he was walking, talking a little bit, and about to board a plane for the first time.

"Mommy!" he cried in return.

"How did you sleep?" she asked.

"Good," he responded happily.

Sara smiled at her brilliant son. For 17 months, her baby boy had quite the extensive vocabulary. And he was smart—oh was he smart. Even when he didn't know the word to express what he was feeling, he someone managed to get his point across. She was continually amazed by her son's brilliance. He definitely got that from his father.

Michael emerged from the bathroom wearing only his boxers and watched the scene in front of him. He smiled at the sight of his wife talking to his son. He was absolutely positive that he was the luckiest man alive. He made his way over to the bed where his wife and son were sitting causing Sara to look up from Mikey's incessant chatter to smile at him. She too was absolutely positive that she was the luckiest girl alive.

"Well good morning, family," Michael cheerily greeted as he sat down on the bed next to Sara.

"Daddy!" Mikey called out, clapping his hands.

"What's up little man?" Michael responded.

"Good morning wife," Michael said leaning over to kiss Sara.

"Mmm…good morning husband," she said kissing him again. "Did you finish packing?"

"I did and now, since I am the best husband ever, I am going to take this little munchkin off your hands and cook you breakfast while you take a shower and finish packing, because I happen to know that you have not even started," Michael said smirking.

"Well alright then. It sounds to me like you're a man with a plan," Sara said smiling back at him. "I knew there was a reason that I married you," she winked.

"Hey!" he called after her. "I resent that!"

"Love you!" she called over her shoulder laughing.

"Yeah, yeah. You too," he said feigning annoyance. Truth be told, he couldn't be annoyed with that woman even if he tried.

"And where do you think you're going?" Michael said returning his attention to his son who was making a break for it over the edge of the bed. Michael grabbed his legs and pulled him away from the edge. He knew that from the day Mikey started walking, not too long ago. He remembered it like it was yesterday.

"C'mon baby," Sara encouraged from behind him. "Walk!" she coaxed her one year old son, helping him stand by holding his hands. However as soon as Sara would let go of his hands, Mikey would sit down on the ground and laugh. At least he thought it was funny.

"You can do it big man," Michael said from his place behind the camera.

For the past month, Sara and Michael had been trying to get their son to take his first steps. However they had proven to be unsuccessful, and Mikey had proven to be even more stubborn than his mom, according to Michael.

"Oh this is useless!" Sara cried out standing up. "I guess it is still early for him to be walking, but I just thought since he was so ahead of the learning curve already…"

"Hey," Michael said, pulling on her hand and tugging her into his lap. "Don't. He'll walk when he's ready. We're not doing anything wrong. Like I've told you thousands of times, he's even more stubborn than you," he finished with a smirk.

Sara responded by slapping him on the chest to which Michael responded with a laugh and a kiss.

Sara leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed.

"Well bud," she said to her son. "I guess you win this time. But it's not over til the fat lady sings, Buster."

"Whoa, easy there crazy mama," Michael joked. "We don't want to terrify him from walking forever. That's a total Christina move," he added resulting in another smack to the chest.

"Hey! This is spousal abuse!" Michael cried out.

"Oh I'll show you spousal abuse," Sara threatened lunging for him.

"Wait!" Michael shouted. "He's walking!"

"Nice try, Scofield. Are you scared of little old me? Your petite wife?" she asked tauntingly.

"No, I'm serious!"

"You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that to get yourself out of this one, babe."

"Sara! Look!" he said turning her head to her walking son.

"Oh. My. Gosh. He's doing it! What are you just standing there for? Get the camera!" Sara yelled.

"Oh my goodness, my big boy you're walking!" Sara said clapping her hands as her smiling son teetered over to them. "Michael you're missing it!" she yelled.

"Come here Mikey. Come to mommy. Come here," she encouraged in a last ditch effort to get this moment on video. However her efforts were useless as Mikey reached where she was sitting and sat at her feet.

"Okay I got it. I'm ready. I'm going to get this on vide—oh. I can't believe I missed it!" Michael cried. Sara laughed and picked up her son, showering his faces with kisses and encouraging words. Michael smiled at the pair. He really was lucky.

An hour later, Sara emerged from the bedroom with her suitcase, showered, changed, and ready to get on the plane.

"Well," Michael said taking in the image of his wife in a sundress.

"Well what?" she asked with a wrinkled eyebrow.

"You're beautiful."

Sara blushed in response and looked at the floor. Michael smiled at the image of his wife, who was completely unaware of her effect on him.

"I made waffles," he announced.

"Perfect," she said sauntering over to wrap her arms around her husband's waist. "I love waffles."

Sara moved to get a plate and silverware, but Michael grabbed her hand.

"Ah, ah," he said. "I'll take care of that. You go get the baby and get ready for the meal of your life."

"Well Mr. Scofield we are very cocky this morning," Sara winked before walking over to pick up Mikey and put him in his highchair.

"Okay," she said as Michael made his way over to the table with two plates full of waffles and a box of cheerios for Mikey. "Dazzle me."

Michael sat down, took a bite of his waffles, and said, "Okay if that's not the best waffle you've ever tasted, you're lying."

"Alright, I'll give you that one. Why waffles this morning instead of pancakes?" she asked. They had carried on the Scofield-Burrows tradition of making pancakes on the weekends and special occasions.

"Just in the mood for something different," Michael shrugged.

They fell into a comfortable silence enjoying their breakfast, until Michael broke it.

"Do you ever regret it?" he asked.

Sara froze mid-bite. "I'm sorry; you're gonna have to be more specific. Regret what exactly?"

"Rushing into it—our marriage. I mean we never really had time to talk about it, but what girl doesn't want a big wedding in a church with her friends and family all around? I just don't want you to have any regrets. I don't want to deprive you of anything," he said guiltily.

"Michael," she started gently. "You haven't deprived me of anything. You've given me everything and more. I mean sure, maybe when I was little I thought about having a big wedding, but my life has changed so much since I was a seven year old girl. I love you. And I loved our wedding. It was perfect. So no. I don't regret anything and you haven't taken anything from me. I love our life and I wouldn't trade it for the world."

Michael smiled at Sara and said a simple, "I love you," before continuing to eat his breakfast.

"We should probably head out soon," Sara said as she finished up with the dishes and Michael wiped down the table. "We have a plane to catch."

"Yeah. I'll load up the car," he said before kissing her on the cheek and heading to the car with Sara's bag.

"Okay, baby boy," Sara said picking Mikey up from his high chair. "Let's get you changed and ready for the road."

Three hours later, Michael, Sara, Mikey, Sophia, Lincoln, LJ, Mahone, Felicia, Sucre, Maricruz, Lila, and their new baby boy, Eduardo were all on a plane headed for Tahiti for Lincoln and Sophia's destination wedding. Getting Mikey on the plane was easy. He was such a happy, easy baby. However shortly after takeoff, Mikey fell asleep in Sara's arms and would probably remain asleep for the next few hours. Sara made an attempt to shift to a more comfortable position, as she was quickly losing feeling in her arms.

"I can take him if you need me to," Michael whispered in her ear.

She smiled thankfully at him.

"It's okay. I've got him. You rest. I know you didn't get much sleep last night," she said as she stroked the dark circles under his eyes.

"Oh yeah, I do remember a certain someone keeping me awake for a better part of the night," he smirked before leaning in to kiss her.

"Sweet dreams."

After a long 12 hour flight, the gang had finally arrived in Tahiti and to say that everyone was a little tired could possibly be the biggest understatement of a lifetime. As the couples stumbled off of the plane, children in one hand, luggage in another, all they could think about was getting back to the hotel and getting some much needed rest. Because of the time change, what their bodies thought was 2 AM was actually only 9 PM.

Sara staggered out of the airport and into their awaiting car with Mikey in her arms afraid she too would not be able to keep herself from falling asleep with her son in her arms. Michael looked over at her and sighed. He knew she had to be exhausted. Mikey slept for the first 3 hours of the plane ride, then woke up and demanded to be entertained for the next 8 hours before finally falling back asleep for the rest of the flight. Lincoln insisted that the group rent two cars rather than take the shuttle to the hotel.

"You'll thank me when you want to leave the hotel and can't find a car to take you there," he had said.

With Michael, Sucre, Sara, Maricruz, Mikey, Lila, and Eduardo in one car and Lincoln, Sophia, LJ, Felicia, and Mahone in the other, the gang loaded their respective cars and got ready to head their hotel.

"Do you want me to take him?" Michael asked offering to help. He felt bad for sleeping through practically the whole flight and leaving Sara to fend for herself.

"It's okay. I got him. I'll sit in the back with Maricruz and the kids," Sara said smiling and reaching up to kiss her husband before getting in the car.

"I admire you," Sara said in a hushed voice to Maricruz, careful not to wake their sleeping children.

"For what?" Maricruz said smiling.

"For being able to manage two children under the age of 3 on 12 hour flight and looking like you could do it all over again no problem," Sara conceded. She was exhausted and she only had one ball of energy to take care of.

"Oh please," Maricruz started. "I had help from Alex, Felicia, LJ, and even Fernando. I got a little bit of rest. You on the other sat by your husband who I think slept for most of the flight, and the soon-to-be married couple who couldn't take their hands off of each other even if they tried. So technically, you should be the one I admire."

Sara looked down slightly embarrassed by Maricruz's praise. Maricruz took her opportunity to ask a question that had been on her mind since she found out Sara took care of Mikey by herself during the whole plane ride.

"So why did Michael sleep through the whole flight? I don't mean to pry, but it's so unlike him to not be hands on and eager to help," Maricruz asked. She knew she was tiptoeing the boundary line, but if she didn't ask now she would always wonder, and she felt that she and Sara were close enough to share that kind of information.

"He doesn't sleep. Sometimes at night, he doesn't sleep. He just tosses and turns and tries to stay quiet so I can rest. But sometimes, his brain or his nightmares or whatever keep him awake all night. And while I may sleep, I know when he doesn't. I can see it in his face the next morning. And I haven't brought it up yet, because he promised me he would talk to me if he ever couldn't take it anymore, but I don't know. I think if he keeps this up I have no choice. I have to talk to him, but I'm scared."

"What are you scared about?" Maricruz asked.

"I feel like I'd be opening Pandora's Box. What happened to him while he was with the Company—I don't know if he—if any of us—can ever get past that. But it's killing me inside to know that he's hurting and I have done nothing to stop it. All I can do is take his mind off of it, but I don't know if he wants to let me in. He often likes to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, and all I want to do is lighten that load," Sara said looking down at her sleeping son.

"Talk to him," Maricruz said reaching over to cover Sara's hand with her own and give it a gentle squeeze. "Maybe not this weekend because of the wedding, but soon."

Sara opened her mouth to respond, but closed it when she saw that they had arrived at the hotel.

"Thanks," she settled on instead.

After checking into their hotel suite, the couples headed off to their respective rooms. After putting Mikey down in his bassinet, Sara went to change out of her sundress. Michael came up behind her and kissed her shoulder.

"Let me help with that," he whispered huskily in her ear.

"You do realize your son is in the room, correct?" she joked.

"He's asleep, and I'll be quiet," he added. Unable to resist, she turned his arms and kissed him.

"Why don't you," Michael began in between kisses, "go into the bedroom and get ready while I go freshen up really quick."

"I'll be waiting, Mr. Scofield," she said seductively.

Not even five minutes later, Michael emerged from the bathroom.

"Well, Mrs. Scofield, I hope you are ready for—" he stopped when he looked over at the bed and saw his sleeping wife. He chuckled to himself, kissed her forehead, and got in bed with her, pulling her close to his chest.

"I love you," he said. He didn't care that she probably couldn't hear him. Sometimes he just needed to say it.

"I am freaking out man, freaking out!" Lincoln said as he paced back and forth on the beach.

"Will you stop pacing? You're making me dizzy," Michael.

"Seriously, bro. You're making me sea sick," Sucre added bouncing Eduardo on his knee.

"I don't remember either of you being calm on your wedding days," Lincoln said shooting daggers at Michael and Sucre.

"Linc, you have nothing to be worried about. Sophia is crazy about you. You've got nothing to worry about," Mahone said, reassuring the nervous groom.

"He's right, Dad. Sophia loves you. Plus, she's the best thing that ever happened to you," LJ said.

"Thank you," Lincoln said exhaling. "They're my new favorites," he said pointing toward Mahone and his son.

"Where's Felicia?" Lincoln asked, suddenly nervous again. Felicia offered to officiate the wedding since she had been ordained many years ago.

"She's with the girls helping Sophia get ready," Michael said. "It's okay, Linc. Everything is gonna work out. This is going to be the best day of your life. And once you see her coming down that aisle, all the anxiety you've been feeling will totally be worth it."

Felicia made her way to where the boys were standing and stood by Mahone.

"They're coming. Places, men," she said with a smile. Mahone kissed her on the cheek before taking his place by Michael.

Maricruz made her way down the aisle with a bouquet of flower in her hands. Sucre let out a low wolf whistle to which Maricruz rolled her eyes. She took Eduardo from Sucre's arms and sat down in the first row of chairs. Sara was next down the aisle and Michael was sure he stopped breathing. His wife was a vision. She held Mikey's hand as he walked down the aisle carrying the rings. Sara swore that he was the cutest ring bearer to ever walk the earth. Next came Lila with a basket of flowers spreading them down the aisle. Sucre smiled at his daughter and encouraged her to walk to him. He picked her up when she reached him and went to sit by his wife.

And then there was Sophia. Michael was right. All of his anxiety and nervousness about the wedding disappeared when he saw his bride-to-be making her way down the aisle. She truly was breathtaking. Sophia reached Lincoln finally and he took his hands in hers.

"You're beautiful," he said to her.

"Well thank you. You clean up pretty nicely yourself," Sophia responded cheekily.

From across the aisle, Michael caught Sara's eye and smiled. She was holding Mikey in her arms, and Michael wasn't sure he had ever seen a more beautiful picture.

I love you, he mouthed to her.

I love you, she returned with a smile.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony," Felicia began. Tears fell, vows were exchanged, and the deal was sealed with a kiss.

"I now introduce to you for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln Burrows!" Felicia cheered as Lincoln and Sophia made their way back down the aisle, hand in hand.

The "reception" was held in the hotel bar and it was everything Lincoln and Sophia could have hoped it would been. LJ had agreed to stay in the room and watch the kids, claiming that he was tired and didn't really want to hang out with "old dudes." He stayed for a single toast to his father and his new step-mom before heading up to the room to babysit.

Hours later, the drinks were flowing, the music was playing, and the couples were dancing. Sara swayed back and forth in Michael's arms and he looked in her eyes with complete love and adoration.

"I've been thinking," Michael started.

"About?" she countered.

"Us. Our life. Our future. Our wedding," he said with a slight smile.

"What are you—"

Michael kneeled to one knee and revealed a small velvet box.

"Sara Scofield," he started.

Sara gasped and covered her face with her hands, tears forming in her eyes.

"Will you do me the prestigious honor of marrying me…again? For real this time. With a real ring, in a real church, and a real dress—the whole nine yards. I want you to have everything and more. Marry me, again," he said.

Sara was at a loss for words so instead just nodded her head enthusiastically.

"Yes," she said finally finding her voice. "A thousand times yes!"

Michael stood up, put the new ring on her finger, picked her up, and spun her around before kissing her fiercely. In the background they could distantly hear the hoots and hollers of their family. Their shouts fell on deaf ears and Michael and Sara were occupied with each other. To Sara, Michael was the only person in the room and vice versa for Michael. Nothing else mattered. All they needed was each other—now and forever.

A/N: Ta-da! I hope you enjoyed chapter 25! Initially this was going to be the last chapter of this story, but now I have to give you a MiSa wedding! So chapter 26 will wrap up this story! Leave me a review if you're feeling extra generous. Thanks for reading! XOXO