Here it is! The Becho wedding! Also, this story is bittersweetly coming to an end, there are only a few more chapters left of this beautiful love story (maybe 3 or 4). Depending if anyone actually reads this and likes it, I may consider doing a prequel after this is finished.

Echo

"Octavia? I think I'm going to be sick."

She rolled her green eyes, an amused smirk on her lips. "I'm sorry, but it's quite funny when you get nervous."

"I'm not nervous!" I folded my arms, frowning at her. Okay, fine. Maybe I was, just a little bit though.

"Oh, you aren't? You're so nervous you've worried yourself sick!—oh!"

I jumped slightly. "Octavia, are you okay?"

She nodded with a smile. "She's kicking, it startled me a little. Here," she took my hand and placed it on her stomach. "Feel her?"

I couldn't hide the smile. I felt little jabs coming from inside of her. "That's amazing. Does it hurt at all?"

"No, not really. It made me a little sore at first but now it's a constant feeling, sometimes she just catches me off guard is all. It's going to be weird, once she's born. I'm so used to having her in me!"

I laughed, all my nerves evaporating. "It's scary to think that in a few months I'll feel my baby kicking. It still feels surreal that I'm pregnant, that there's a tiny human growing inside of me right now."

"You're eight months from motherhood, and 2 hours from being a married woman to the man you love and the father of your child. I think everything is surreal for you right now."

I nodded with a hum. "I guess after everything we've been through, every stupid little thing we did made it worth it in the end. Every stupid mistake I made brought me here. If Bellamy never found me in Mount Weather, if I never aided the last Maunon in blowing up the mountain and betrayed the both of you to save you, if I never took over Polis, if I never stabbed you and nearly started a war, if I had never done any of that then I wouldn't be here, he wouldn't be here, right in this exact moment."

Octavia nodded. "Even through all the tragedies, everything happens for a reason to test us, to shape us into who we are meant to be."

Bellamy

"You better treat her right, once you are bonded," Roan warned. "We might not be blood, but Echo is the only family I have."

I looked him in the eye. "Besides Octavia, I have never loved anyone as much as I love Echo. I would never hurt her, not intentionally. And if I slip, I'll have you to put me in my place, as will I with you and my sister."

He chuckled. "I'm pretty sure if either of us slip, our girls will put us in our place long before we could."

I laughed before turning serious. "I need this day to be perfect for Echo. She needs a good celebration, she's been on edge since she found out she was pregnant. We both have."

Roan nodded in understanding. "Don't worry, Octavia has made sure it's perfect, down to the food."

"Sounds like Octavia," I chuckled.

"So, what do you say about getting you ready for your ceremony?"

The hall where the ceremony was being held was spectacular. There were artificial white flower decorations hung everywhere giving the room a beautiful glow, chairs and tables though mismatched covered much of the floor, leaving an obvious place for dancing. Roan walked to me to stand beside me on the raised stage. The stage had a stand with an impressive, intricate curved knife. The grounder tradition of binding through blood. Echo had assured me that although it would sting, it wasn't too bad. She had been teaching me how to say it in Trigedasleng, the language of the grounders.

We watched as guests—mostly Azgeda and Skaikru—filtered in and sat. Raven plugged in a rustic radio up in the shadows, she had found what people used to call the wedding march and did some tweaking to make a more rustic, woodland version.

And it began.

The beautiful melody started, and everyone turned to the door to await the bride.

Echo

Music filtered out of the great hall and I stopped in my tracks.

"Echo? What's wrong?"

"I'm scared," I admitted in a whisper.

"You? You're Echo kom Azgeda! You aren't afraid of anything. You're about to marry Bellamy, the love of your life and the father of your child. You have been looking forward to this."

"I know, I'm nervous, that's all…"

"If we don't head in, they might think you pulled runaway bride."

"Pulled a what?" I looked at her in confusion. Of all the weird stuff I've heard Skaikru say, this was one of strangest.

She shook her head. "I'll explain later, come. Hold my hand, just don't break it." she gave me one of her best smiles and I chuckled, taking her hand. I took a deep breath.

We walked through the door. Bellamy and Roan stood on the far end, eyes on me. I pretending the faces on the side, most of who I did not even know. The only faces in the crowd I was happy to see was my family—my mother and father, proud smiles on their faces, my brothers with their protective looks despite only knowing me a few short months and my sisters with beaming smiles. My mother reached her hand out and squeezed mine as I passed her.

Once we were on a raised platform, Octavia passed my hand she held to Bellamy. Gaia, Indra—Octavia's mentors daughter—tied a white ribbon around our wrists, intertwining our hands. I could barely pay attention to the words Gaia was saying, the rituals themselves, a mix between Skaikru and Azgeda rituals. The only thing on my mind was Bellamy and our unborn child. The ribbon was loose enough to reveal our palms while still being tied.

"Oso tai choda op kom jus, kom hod in, kom chilnes," I said as I cut my palm, worrying that I could not speak clearly from these emotions but surprised wen my voice rang out clearly.

Bellamy repeated the words in my native tongue, cutting his palm, and Gaia, seeing the confusion from the Skaikru who did not speak Trigedasleng, gave Bellamy a nod of permission to repeat his own words in English.

"We bind ourselves in blood, in love, in peace."

We placed our cut hands together, our blood mingling. "You may kiss," Gaia announced, one of the Skaikru rituals that at first confused many of my people since public shows of affection was often frowned upon. But this was a new era, so I did not hesitate when Bellamy leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. When we pulled apart, Gaia cut the ribbon, releasing us as a bonded couple. There was a moment's pause, then applause erupted from the crowd gathered.

Bellamy gently wrapped a bandage around my hand and I did the same to him, then he took it. "For Skaikru weddings, it is customary for the couple to do a first dance before the festivities begin."

"Just us, with everyone watching?"

"Octavia said she taught you to dance."

"She did…" I hesitated. In all honesty, when it came to dancing lessons, most of the time, I got out of it by convincing Octavia to spar instead. But I wasn't about to admit that to Bellamy. "I'm not every good."

He gave me his most charming smile. "Just follow my lead, think of it as an intricate dance you'd do in sparring, moving as one. Hell, maybe it'll help you in a fight one day."

I smiled at him, following him onto the dance floor. "Just keep your eyes on me, pretend I'm the only one here."

"I don't have to pretend. You're the only one who matters."

For the second time in mere minutes, he pressed his lips to mine.

I once heard that everyone wants a happy ending, but there's no such thing as an ending being happy. No, the true happy endings are just beginnings, the end of an era, and the beginning of a new one. True happy things never end.