Bobby stood at the back of the church, fidgeting with his tie.

"You stop that now," Missouri came up behind him. "That tie isn't gonna choke you. I'll straighten it one more time and then you leave it be." She took a step back, looked at Bobby and smiled, "Don't you look like the perfect picture of a groom?"

Bobby smiled back even though he felt naked without his trucker hat.

"Your bride will be down here shortly," Missouri told him as she went back to where the ladies were waiting for the ceremony to begin. "Now, I'll finally get to hold that baby."

Bobby laughed nervously and was thankful for Missouri's calm presence. Then, he heard Sam and Dean's banter coming down the hall and the normalcy of it calmed his nerves.

"You ready to take the plunge?" Dean smirked.

Bobby ignored him. "Let me take a look at you boys. If I don't make sure you're presentable, I'll catch hell for it."

Sam just stood still while Bobby messed with his tie. Dean, on the other hand, kept swapping Bobby's hands away.

"I'm good, Bobby. Quit touching me," Dean was irritated.

Bobby quit and asked Sam, "Got the rings?"

"Yep," Sam showed him for good measure.

Bobby let out a deep breath. "Now we just wait until show time."

Tasha floated down the aisle as beautiful as could be. She had one layer of her veil over her face. It gave her a dreamy appearance.

Bobby's face relaxed considerably once Tasha was at the altar with him. When he lifted her veil to kiss her, there were tears in his eyes. He saw tears of joy in her eyes, too.

Tasha's dream was coming true. When Bobby put his hands on her waist and pressed his lips to hers, she feared that she might wake up. When she opened her eyes and Bobby was still there, she had to kiss him again. Bobby was taken by surprise and the guests laughed at his shock.

After pictures, there were guests to greet and cake to cut. Bobby knew that he'd had the wedding that his mother had dreamed of for him. She'd been disappointed when he'd eloped, but she'd tried not to let it show. She'd accepted Loretta as the daughter she never had. Bobby knew that she was smiling down at them, along with his dad on their very special day.

Bobby turned onto a gravel road and Tasha started to stir. She'd fallen asleep on the drive and Bobby had loved watching her. She was dressed up like a princess who had been out too late at the ball. When he looked at her face, he saw only his wife. She bared almost no resemblance to the broken girl he'd taken in about a year before. The emotional scars were there, hidden by her beauty, but they, too, would heal in time. And after today, they had the rest of their lifetimes together.

Bobby pulled to a stop and then reached for Tasha's hand. "We're here, honey."

Tasha opened her eyes and looked around. It was dusk and they were in front of a cabin by a lake.

"Does this look like an acceptable honeymoon spot?" Bobby smiled.

"It's beautiful," Tasha sighed.

Bobby opened the wooden door on the cabin. Then, he swept Tasha up in his arms and over the threshold. Tasha giggled and held on to him tight.

Bobby placed her back on her feet and asked her, "Didn't think I'd drop you, did you darlin'?"

Tasha smiled at her prince, placed her hands around his neck and kissed him softly. Bobby's hands urged her closer and her soft lips parted, allowing his entrance. His movements were slow, he wanted to remember all of their wedding night. It was the foundation for their married life ahead.

Bobby lit some candles and brought out the chilled champagne. "Would you like a drink, Mrs. Singer?" Bobby asked as he held a glass toward her.

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Singer," Tasha took a sip and she liked the bubbles.

"What do you think of it?"

"I like it."

"Dean left some whiskey if you'd rather have that," Bobby laughed. "Guess he thought you were a hard core drinker."

"I think Dean left that for you," Tasha smiled. "in case you got nervous on your wedding night."

"Oh, honey, there's no change of that happening."

The fireplace was lit and the cabin had warmed up. Bobby took the hairpins out of Tasha's hair and watched it fall. Then, he ran his fingers along her scalp, rubbing away the sore spots from the pulling of the twists and pins.

Tasha gave Bobby a slow smile, "That's so much better now."

Tasha started with the buttons on Bobby's shirt on her goal to freeing her husband from what he called a 'monkey suit'. When she was done, she turned her back to Bobby and moved her hair aside. Bobby fumbled with the little buttons and hooks. He unzipped the rest carefully because there was so much material for it to get stuck in.

Tasha turned back to face Bobby. He pushed the gown off her shoulders and watched it fall. He helped her step over the pile of lace and satin.

Tasha felt Bobby's calloused hands move up her sides and then lift her breasts. When he stroked the pads of his thumbs across her nipples, her breath hitched. Bobby leaned over close to her ear and whispered, "Let's sit a spell, Tasha."

Bobby and Tasha sat on the bed that Kylee had left several fluffy pillows and a welcoming comforter.

"I love you, Tasha," Bobby rubbed his thumb on her cheek.

"I love you, too, Bobby."

"I want to run my hands all over your body, darlin'."

"Go ahead, Bobby. I'm your wife. I want to get to know your body, too."

Bobby placed his lips on Tasha's neck and she reclined back into the soft bed. She just relaxed and let Bobby take her where the sensations led.

There was only one item of clothing between them when they were breathing heavy. Bobby slipped one finger in the lace of Tasha's panties and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Darlin'?"

"Please," Tasha whispered urgently.

Free from all clothing, Bobby ran his hand up Tasha's hip. He brought it around front to her stomach and encountered one of Tasha's emotional scars. He kissed her to get her to look him in the eye.

"I need you to open up for me, honey."

"I'm sorry, I'm just not used--"

"I know," he gave her a loving smile. "Just look at me and let yourself open. No rush."

Tasha looked into Bobby's deep, comforting eyes and tension left her lower half as Bobby continued to slide his hand gently across her stomach. When her hips loosened up, Bobby let them get used to their new position before moving his fingers through to Tasha's folds, which were ready for him.

Tasha gasped at Bobby's touch, feeling physical love there for the first time. Bobby was about to ask if she was okay when she opened further, needing more of his touch.

Her breathing got raspy and she started to move against Bobby's hand.

"Honey, I need to go get a condom out of my bag," Bobby moved his hand away.

"Stay," Tasha whimpered as she grabbed his wrist and moved his hand back to where it had been. "I just want to feel you in me, Bobby. Only you."

"We're taking chances then, honey."

"I can handle the chances. Just you, Bobby."

He looked at her, lying there flushed with passion, and couldn't deny what she wanted.

"Okay. Just let me grab something."

Tasha let him go, knowing he'd be back, feeling a little abandoned at that moment, and starting to get self-conscious.

"No," Bobby said softly as he put a hand on her inner thigh to move it where it had been. "It's just us, baby."

Bobby put some lubricant on himself and then moved between Tasha's legs. Then, he took more lubricant and massaged it into her folds.

"What's that?" she was breathless.

"Just something to help with the friction," Bobby answered quickly. "Here," Bobby moved Tasha's knees. "Are you comfortable?"

Tasha nodded.

Bobby slid in slowly and took Tasha's mouth with his. His movements caused her to moan and Bobby stifled it with his mouth.

"Tell me what you need, darlin'. I can't read your mind," Bobby's voice was choppy.

"Oh, Bobby.. just. . . more," Tasha tried to form a coherent sentence.

Bobby smiled and continued to make love to his wife.