A/N: Thanks for all of the reviews, everyone. I'm glad you're enjoying the little journey that Alex and Casey are on. :)

From the moment Casey proposed, Alex began showing off her ring to everyone. Alex wasn't raised to be a boastful, but, like most newly engaged women, she just couldn't help herself. Whenever someone would compliment her on her ring and congratulate her, Alex would thank them and then start showing off her fiancee. Casey would try not to blush, but it was no use once Alex would start telling the story of how Casey proposed and going on about how much she loves Casey and how she can't imagine spending the rest of her life with anyone else.

"What's come over you?" Casey would ask and Alex would tell her that she planned on only having one wedding and one engagement so Casey should just let her be as excited as she wanted to be. Realizing she was right, Casey would wrap her arms around her future wife and gingerly press her lips to hers.

Casey had wanted to formally announce their engagement, but within two days, Alex had already told everyone in the DA's office as well as their favorite detectives Elliot, Olivia, Munch, and Fin. Within an hour of Casey proposing, Alex had already pulled out her cell phone and called her best friend Serena who then called her girlfriend Abbie. By the end of the day, Abbie had called Casey, not to congratulate her but to ask her why the hell she had done something as stupid as proposing.

"Do you realize what you've done?" Abbie asked. "Serena wants everything Alex has and vice versa. Once she sees that rock on Alex's finger, she's going to expect one for herself. Do you know who has to be the one to give it to her? Me. I'm not ready for that."

"Well, maybe it's time for you to be ready," Casey told her best friend.

"No," Abbie insisted. "Now that marriage has been legalized in this state, every lesbian couple is buying matching Vera Wang dresses and walking down the aisle. That's not me."

"It's not you, but it's Serena," Casey pointed out. "Abbie, you're 42-years-old, I think it's time. You live with her and you already have a child together. What's stopping you?"

"Do you think she'll forget about it if I buy her that diamond bracelet she's been wanting?"

"Does Serena ever forget about anything?"

"You're right," Abbie groaned. "Casey, you're 35. You're still young, don't do it."

"I'm going to hang up now," Casey told her and started shaking her head.

She was grateful that Alex's conversation with Serena had gone better. Casey was only able to hear Alex's end of the conversation, but judging by her tone of voice she knew it was better than the one she had just had with Abbie. It went something along the lines of, "I have something life-altering to tell you...Casey proposed!...Thanks, I'm excited too! Casey is just as excited as I am!...Yeah, we definitely have to celebrate...I love her so much, Serena...What? Oh, we were building snow people and she said she was giving hers a nose ring and when I went to look, I saw that it was my engagement ring...I know, she's so sweet!...It was like we were in a movie...She's perfect, Serena. I'm so lucky to have her...Oh, I'm sure Abbie will soon. It's been ten years. I think you're due...I'll have Casey talk to her about it...There you go with your cowgirl references. I'm sure Abbie can be tamed. She's been monogamous for ten years, ever since the moment Jack introduced the two of you...I know...You're going to call her right now? But she's at work...Take it easy on her...I'll talk to you later. And don't guilt trip her by saying Bry-Anne wants her moms to be married."

A month had passed since that conversation and Serena still hadn't gotten an engagement ring, but she was now the proud owner of one diamond bracelet and a matching pendant. Even four-year-old Bry-Anne managed to get a new Barbie Dream House out of it.

Casey looked over at her fiancee who was staring intently at a notebook on her lap. She had just gotten home from work and Casey admired how dedicated she was to her job. She could have been relaxing, but instead she was still taking notes.

"Tough case?" Casey asked.

"You have no idea," Alex told her. She put her glasses on and motioned for her fiancee to join her. "Come here, babe. I want to show you something."

Casey took a seat next to her fiancee and started to look at what was written on the notepad. "Alex, these are phone numbers for different wedding planners and...a guest list?"

"I want a very small, intimate wedding," Alex began. "No more than 300 guests."

"300?" Casey asked in disbelief. "Alexandra! We are not having that many people at our wedding."

"250?" Alex asked and Casey shook her head. "200?"

"100," Casey said sternly.

"Cassandra, we can't cap the guest list at 100," Alex insisted. "This is a Cabot wedding. There are certain people Daddy has to invite."

Casey started laughing. "I'll never get over a 38-year-old woman calling her dad 'Daddy.'"

"My cousin is getting married next month," Alex reminded her. "That'll give you the perfect opportunity to see for yourself what a Cabot wedding is like."

"Did I forget to mention that our wedding is also a Novak wedding?"

"I know, babe. I'm sorry," Alex said and rested her head on Casey's shoulder. "We'll just find a way to compromise. This is your day, too. What month were you hoping for? Everyone always asks if we've set a date."

"December," Casey suggested.

"A Winter Wonderland?" Alex asked. "I like that idea."

"Our bridesmaids could wear jewel tones."

"Who do you want your bridesmaids to be?" Alex asked and prepared to write down her answer.

"Probably just Abbie," Casey responded. "You?"

"Serena," Alex answered. "I already planned on how I'm asking her. I'm going to go to her place with champagne and a maid-of-honor t-shirt. She's going to love it! How are you asking Abbie?"

"I don't know," Casey said nonchalantly. "Maybe call her and say 'Hey, Abbie. Do you want to be in my wedding?' Abbie and I aren't like you and Serena."

"Obviously," Alex said and kissed her soon-to-be wife. "But I love you, anyway."

"I love you, too."

"I was thinking Bry-Anne could be our flower girl!" Alex said excitedly. "I'm going to get her a little purse with flowers on it and inside is going to be a note that says, 'Will you be our flower girl?'"

"Baby, she can't read yet," Casey reminded her.

"Serena can read it for her," Alex pointed out. "I have so many ideas, Casey. It's our wedding. We're only going to have one and I want it to be perfect."

"I know you do," Casey told her. "You're going to be my bride, so I already know my day is going to be perfect. I'm going to see you walk down the aisle in a beautiful white dress."

"Dresses!" Alex said excitedly. "Casey, we have to make appointments with a bridal consultant."

"Babe, calm down," Casey told her even though she secretly loved how excited Alex was for their wedding.

"I'm sorry," Alex said. "I just can't help myself."

"It's okay," Casey told her and kissed her again. "Do me a favor?"

"Anything."

"Don't get a wedding planner."

"Why?" Alex asked in disbelief. "We need one."

"No, we don't," Casey insisted. "I know how that goes and I don't want anyone telling my future wife that her ideas aren't good enough. It's our day, baby, and you should be able to decorate any way you want. If you find some horrendous neon tablecloth and say it's beautiful, I don't want anyone telling you otherwise."

"Is it possible for me to love you even more now?" Alex asked as she started to undo the buttons on Casey's shirt.

Casey knew no response was needed. Alex pulled her sweater over her head and gingerly placed it on the coffee table. Her skirt and panties were the next items of clothing to be removed. Even if Casey wanted to say something, she knew the words wouldn't be able to form. She took it upon herself to unhook Alex's bra and toss it aside.

"Where are you going?" Casey asked as Alex got up from the couch.

"Let's just say you have a gift waiting for you in the bedroom," Alex said and winked. "I'm going to let you do anything you want to do to me tonight and I do mean anything."