Yeah, I know, absolutely no excuse as to why I've been gone so long. So sorry - won't even begin to give you guys excuses other than I've had more computer problems to shake a stick at, and I've been busy. That and this chapter was an absolute bitch to write. Okay, I'm done.

cemmia: She'll possible meet Murphy next chapter - I'm not really sure, but I think that's how I'm going to write it :)

musicluver246: Thanks for the review - glad you love it! :)

misreedus69: Wait next chapter for that ;)

Sorry again for the long wait - promise it won't happen again.

- Nagiana

PS: Sorry for the really short chapter - hopefully it'll be longer next chapter :)

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"So does tha' mean ya can be ma best man?" He asked and Sean grinned and nodded.

"Of course, da - I'd be honored!"

"So where are we going? And . . . why are you guys dressed up like that?"

Connor and Branna shared a grin as Sean walked in-between them, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and hands on the straps of his backpack. They had picked him up early from school, told him nothing, only that they had a surprise for him, and that he was most probably going to love and adore it. And of course, when Connor realized that things might be a little complicated because he was a wanted man and they couldn't exactly go to the courthouse like they had originally planned, Branna said she had it covered. If they couldn't do this legitimately then they would go down the next best road.

Sean furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as they turned a corner and realized that his parents were leading him towards the Gothic built Catholic Church at the end of the street. "Why are we going to Mass?" He asked, and Connor shook his head.

"We're not goin' ta Mass, Sean. We're doin' somethin' else." He told him and while Sean continued to hold the same look of confusion on his face, he didn't question his parents further. Connor turned his eyes onto Branna. "Ya sure ya want ta do this?" He asked and Branna shot him a small smile.

"Are ya backin' out on me, MacManus?" She asked and he shook his head.

"No – o' course I'm not. Its jus' . . . once we do this, we can' hide from Murph anymore, mavourneen. We're gonna 'ave ta tell him – 'bout everythin' – and there's gonna be Hell ta pay." Branna didn't answer him for a moment but eventually nodded.

"I know . . . how do ya propose we do tha'?" Connor gave a shrug.

"I'm workin' on it. But ya'll be the first to know, I promise."

They had reached the wooden doors of the church by then, and the three of them paused outside it for a moment. Branna and Connor connected gazes. "Are ya sure 'bout this?" Branna asked him, and Connor gave her a small smile.

"Are ya backin' out on me, lass?" He asked, and Branna smiled shook her head. She pulled Sean to her and the little boy fell into his mother's side willingly. He gazed up at his father as she lovingly ran her fingers through his hair.

"Ya 'ave no idea how long I've been wantin' this, Connor MacManus. So ya better believe tha' I'd rather take a bullet through the head, than back out now." She told him and Connor's smile grew a little bit bigger as he reached forward to open the doors.

"Well then, by all means - ladies first, mavourneen." He spoke and Branna continued to smile as she entered the church and began her walk down the red-carpeted aisle. The Priest, who looked like he was on his way to the confession booth, paused when he saw them enter, and stopped to greet Branna with a smile and an inclined head. Sean moved to follow his mother but Connor held him back with a hand on his shoulder. Eyebrows furrowing in confusion again, Sean turned his eyes up to his father, who glanced at Branna conversing with the Father before turning his eyes onto his son. He kneeled down in front of him, his hand grasping his shoulders briefly before they moved to dangle in-between his parted legs.

"Look, Sean, I know I 'aven' been in ya life for eight years 'til now – somethin' I regret every day of my life - but . . ." He trailed off, thinking for a minute, before he gave his son a small smile. "Do I tink I can I ask ya permission to marry ya ma?"

Sean's eyes widened. "Is that what we're here for?" He asked, and Connor's eyes softened as he nodded.

"Yeah . . . yeah, we're here so ya ma and me can get married. But . . . I didn' feel right doin' this without askin' for ya permission first, considerin' ya've been tha man of the house for eight years now," He shook his head. "A man jus' don' bow down and give his position as King of tha Hill ta jus' anyone, ya know. I figured ya'd appreciate it if I asked ya first."

Sean gazed at him for a minute before nodding and throwing himself into his father's arms. He threw his much smaller arms around Connor's neck and he gave a chuckle as he hugged his son back. "Of course you can marry my mom! What are you – crazy?" He asked and Connor laughed as he gently pushed his son off of him.

"So does tha' mean ya can be ma best man?" He asked and Sean grinned and nodded.

"Of course, da - I'd be honored!" He told him and Connor smiled and nodded as he got to his feet. His hand flattened out on his backpack-covered back as they began walking down the aisle towards Branna and the Father she was standing beside. The both of them had soft looks on their faces as they neared them. Connor gave Branna a nod.

"I'm fine now. Jus' had ta get Little Man's permission first." He told her and Branna's smile grew just a little bit bigger as she gestured to the Father standing beside her.

"Connor, this is Father Callahan – Sean and I's Priest. He's agreed to do the ceremony. Father, this is Connor MacManus - Sean's father and one . . . one of the Saints." She told him, and the Father nodded in agreement.

"I've always agreed with what the Saints did, my son. And with this latest killing – this horrible killing – I never believed that it was you and your brother. So, with that being said, I will only agree to perform this ceremony, just as long as you promise that the two of you will make things right." He told him, and Connor's eyes flickered onto Branna's expressionless gaze. He knew how she felt about him and Murphy going out and doing reckless things, but . . . he had to promise to do this in order for them to get married, right?

Eventually, she gave him a slow nodded and he quickly followed suit. "O' course we will, Father." He told him and Father Callahan nodded, a satisfied smile on his old face as he turned to Branna.

"Well then, my daughter – shall we hurry up and give you to this man in holy matrimony?" He asked, and Branna smiled as her eyes connected with Connor's.

"Jesus Christ, it's about damn time!" She spoke and Connor gave her a lovingly reprimanding look as he took her hand and stepped up beside her in front of the Father. Sean immediately move to take his proud place beside him.

"Lord's name, mavourneen."