Luke's Match
A Dukes of Hazzard Fan Fiction
Disclaimer: I own no characters of the Dukes of Hazzard. Only the story is mine.
Epilogue
The day of Luke and Angel's wedding was a pretty one. The stormy weather had finally moved out. Which was good, because no bride likes red Georgia clay on her white wedding dress.
Luke was speechless as Angel came down the stairs, in a wedding gown that was simply breath taking.
Their wedding, though simple as it was, was talked about by the ladies of Hazzard for months to come.
Really, when was the last time that the children of two old fashion moonshiners had gotten married in typical Hazzard fashion?
That night, as Angel lay in her new husband's arms, listening to the beat of his heart, she had one question on her mind.
"Luke?"
"Hmm?"
"Why me?"
Luke played with a strand of Angel's hair. "What do you mean?"
Angel looked deep into those gorgeous blue eyes. "Out of all the Southern belles here in Hazzard, why did you fall in love with me? I mean how did you know that I was the right one?"
Luke grinned. He'd dated most of the single women in Hazzard, and none of them made him feel what Angel made him feel.
"Well?"
"I once asked Uncle Jesse how I would know when I met the right woman. He told me that we are all angels with only one wing. We can only fly perfectly when we find our match. I had no idea what he meant until I found you. Angel, you are my match."
Angel snuggled up closer to him. She, too, had found her match. She could almost hear his heartbeat saying, "I love you, I love you, Angel. Angel."
Many years later, as Luke and Angel sat on the porch swing of the Duke house watching the sun go down, They'd talk about family. And family there was. Luke and Angel were blessed with five children! Three girls and a set of twin boys they named Wesley and Jesse, who seemed to be going in the same path that Luke and Bo had walked. Their oldest daughter had blessed them with two grandchildren.
As the sun would sink beyond the trees, Luke and Angel would laugh at how, one summer day, a match was made on an old clay Georgia road.
THE END