A/N- And thus, the final chapter is here. I hate how quickly I wrote this fic. I feel a little empty now. Still, no time for sorrow, as this a much happy epilogue that I have set out in my own typical epilogue style. I hope you all like it! Super amazing final thanks to royalpurple153, Avalongirl55, ptl4ever419, Blueblood prince, Prime's Assistant and Zstar1 for reviewing!

Epilogue

Four Years Later…

"Here comes the bride!" Henley sang as I emerged from the bathroom of our suite in the Plaza Hotel, the skirts of my wedding dress rustling with every step.

"How do I look?" I asked anxiously, spinning in a slow circle to showcase the white dress with red accents on the train and around the waist.

"You look amazing," Mila said softly. "Doesn't Mummy look beautiful, Brooklyn?" She bent down and scooped up my three-year-old daughter, positioning her on her hip.

Brooklyn laughed and clapped her hands. "Princess Mommy!" Having lived in New York her whole life, Brooklyn had obviously developed an American accent.

"No!" I gasped happily, going over and taking her in my arms. "If anyone in here is a princess, it's you, Brooks!" She did.

Brooklyn was the spitting image of her father; silky brown hair that fell in little waves to her shoulders, angular cheekbones and tanned skin. However, she had my big green eyes, and in her red flower girl dress, she had the look of Belle from Beauty and the Beast…well, a Belle in negative.

"I still can't believe how much she looks like Jack," Henley commented, smoothing down the skirt of her card-print 50s-style bridesmaids dress, an idea she'd given me almost five years ago when she first picked up on my feelings for the man I was a mere hour away from marrying. Mila was wearing the same.

"Yeah, it's probably why she's such a daddy's girl," I replied, kissing Brooks on the forehead.

"Daddy?" Brooklyn exclaimed excitedly. "Where Daddy?" she asked me, frowning, looking around the room for Jack.

"Oh honey pie," I laughed. "You'll see Daddy soon, I promise."

"Want Daddy!" she insisted, starting to squirm around.

"Sweetie-" I began.

"No sweetie! Brook-in!" she yelled. That was how she said her name. "Brook-in want Daddy!"

"Brooklyn, baby, you'll see Daddy soon!" I soothed, stroking her hair back. "So soon! I promise!" I couldn't blame her. She hadn't seen Jack for two days, as we were going for the traditional 'bride and groom don't see each other before the wedding' crap.

"Let me try," offered Mila, holding her arms out. "God knows, Dean used to throw some impressive temper tantrums."

"Good luck, then," I replied, handing Brooklyn over. "Because I'm sure she could give Dean a run for his pocket money."

"I'm sure she'll be fine," said Mila. "She's probably just over-excited." And sure enough, ten minutes later Mila had Brooklyn seated happily on one of the sofas, crying stopped, juice cup in one hand and my iPad in the other.

"Damn, Mill," I said appreciatively. "You have a gift."

"I try my best," Mila replied smugly, bowing.

"And to think, I thought it would be easier, having a girl," I said musingly, staring out the frost-crusted window. I'd always dreamed of a winter wedding, and New York had always been the perfect place since snow always fell so heavily in November and December. "God, I can still remember the day I found out I was pregnant."

I bent down over the bin and retched, vomiting out every last bit of food that had been in my stomach. Jack stood behind me, holding my hair back and stroking my shoulder. Well, this was one way to cut what had been a lovely romantic lunch date short.

I groaned, and Jack took hold of me gently by the tops of my arms and helped me stand up. "Are you okay now?" I nodded, not wanting to speak for fear of puke breath. "Do you want to go home?" A second nod.

Jack's mouth was set in a grim line as he held my hand and steered me towards our shared black Mercedes CLK, which was parked by a parking metre next to the restaurant. He held open the door for me and helped me get in, even going as far to belt me in. I smiled wanly at him, and he smiled back, shutting the door and walking round to the driver side.

I popped a piece of mint gum in my mouth. "So this wasn't exactly how I envisaged our lunch to go."

"Maybe we tried to be to adventurous," he said, easing out into the New York midday traffic. "You've only been over that sickness virus for two days." I slumped back in my seat, breathing pretty shallowly. "Do you want to stop at a drugstore? Get some more Alka-Seltzer or something?"

"That might be a good idea," I replied. "I'm feeling all kinds of uncomfortable right now. I think there's a store a few streets over. Oh shit, I mean blocks."

"I can understand British English, Hunt," Jack said with his typical grin.

I smiled back. "Yeah, but I can't always be too sure. I mean, I'm picking up stupid little American phrases. D'you know I said restroom yesterday? Restroom. Bloody stupid."

"Try not to be too racist, dear," he said sarcastically, and we both laughed.

The pharmacy was pretty empty when we arrived. As in, there were like three other people in there. I'd left Jack in the car, as I didn't see the point in wasting money on a parking metre when I was going to be all of ten minutes, if that. On my way to the tablet aisle, I passed the 'Feminine Products' aisle.

I paused.

I thought for a few moments.

Then I counted.

Oh my God. I was late. Like, my period was late. Two and a half weeks late, and while I wasn't exactly like clockwork, I knew that this was a stretch. Did that mean…could I be…was I…pregnant? I'd been sick quite a lot recently. Was that the morning sickness?

It didn't seem possible. I mean, Jack and I had discussed the possibility of us having children, but the possibility lie very, very far in the future. We'd only been together for five months. It was too soon.

Still, acting on a whim, I turned down the Feminine aisle, searching the shelves until I found the pregnancy tests. I took a few minutes deliberation, then chose on of those digital tests that told you roughly how many weeks gone you were. I didn't bother with the Alka-Seltzer; this weren't no virus.

"Hey, you took longer than I thought," Jack commented when I got back in the car. "Did you find the tablets?"

"I didn't get any," I said, fastening my belt as we drove off. "I don't need them."

"So what's in the bag?" he asked, nodding at the blue plastic in my hand.

I sucked in a breath. Jack and I told each other everything; we always had. And right now, knowing there was a chance I was carrying his baby, there was no way I wouldn't tell him. So instead, I just reached into the bag and pulled out the test box, holding it up.

Jack nearly crashed the car into a sign post. "Why- why do you have that?"

"I worked it out in the store. I'm late, Jack. Really late. I think my 'virus' was morning sickness."

"So you mean…you're pregnant?"

"Well, possibly. I could be wrong, but the signs are subtly pointing to yes." Jack was silent. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Just…I'm just a little shell-shocked."

"That makes two of us, my friend." I myself now looked at the box. "Let's get home and do this, then."

We were home twenty minutes later, even with the afternoon traffic. It was a relatively quiet journey, as neither of us really knew what to say. We were both scared, because even though we'd spoken about this a few times before, it was now a very real scenario.

"Okay," I said once we were in the apartment, much more confidently than I felt. "I'll go…pee, then."

"Yeah. Okay. I'll, um, see you in a minute." Jack sat down on the sofa in the corner, looking out the window. I disappeared into the bathroom.

Five minutes later, I emerged.

Jack leapt up from the sofa. "What is it?"

I smiled, a huge, radiant smile that lit up my whole face. "It's positive! Jack, it's positive! I'm pregnant!"

He grinned too, coming over to me and putting his arms tightly around me. "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" I laughed, showing him the test. Pregnant, 4 weeks it read. "Pregnant!"

"Four weeks?" I could see him trying to work out the date.

"Yeah. If that's the case, that makes it the beginning of August, and all I can think of is the night of my birthday."

"That makes sense."

"Oh my God, Jack, we're having a baby!" I cried happily, pulling him in for a kiss. "We're actually going to be parents! This is amazing!" Okay, so maybe we were a little bit young to be having a child, me having only just turned twenty-two especially, but I knew we were going to be alright. Danny, Henley and Merritt would support us, help us. We were going to be just fine.

There was a soft knock at the door, and my mother walked in, looking amazingly elegant in her 'mother of the bride' nude shift dress and feathered hat. "Oh, Hunter!" she gasped, looking teary. "My baby girl!"

"Oh, come on, Mum!" I said uncomfortably as she enveloped me in a powdery hug, being careful not to knock my veil off. "You've seen Mila get married, this should be like second nature to you."

"Yeah, Mum! You didn't cry this much when you saw me!" Mila said indignantly.

"Yes, but that was different! I knew I still had my other little girl to watch grow up," Mum said emotionally. "Now you're both so grown up!"

"Well yeah, Mum. I'm twenty-five, Mila's thirty-one," I pointed out. "We surpassed 'grown up' a little while ago. Besides, it's not like I'm the last girl in this family, is it?" I picked up Brooklyn, who for the last half an hour had been ignoring pretty much everyone, playing Angry Birds on the iPad instead. "Brooks, look who's here!"

"Grammy!" she squealed, straining against my arms, reaching for Mum.

"Oh Brooklyn, don't you look beautiful!" Mum exclaimed, taking Brooklyn and giving her a huge hug. "Like a princess."

"Pincess!" she laughed, clapping. "Me pincess!"

"She's so modest," Henley joked. "Just like her mom."

"Well, she's always liked to make her presence known," I said fondly, placing a kiss on Brooklyn's forehead. "Don't you remember how long it took for her to come along? She announced her impending arrival fifteen hours before she graced us with her screaming company."

"Five days overdue," I groaned, fanning myself with my hand. "Why, oh why, did it have to be overdue."

"Hey," Jack said soothingly, his hand on my knee. "It's only five days. It could be worse. Think of those women who are still pregnant two weeks late."

I knew he meant well, but I still glared at him. "Come back and tell me how it could be worse when you're pregnant, 'kay babes?"

He tactfully change the subject. "Do you want a drink or anything?"

"Well…" I deliberated. "I'd really, really like a mocha coconut Frappuccino from the Starbucks down the road." I fluttered my eyelashes at him. "Please? I'll love you forever."

"I thought you were going to anyway," he retorted, but he smiled and leaned across the sofa to give me a kiss. "Okay, for you, I'll walk to Starbucks." He stood up and grabbed his leather jacket off the back of a chair by the table.

"Get my name put on the cup!" I shouted as he walked out the apartment door.

"Fine!" he replied as the door closed. I stood up and stretched, feeling the weight of my at-least-eight-pound baby practically pulling me down. I placed a hand at the small of my back- which was seriously aching- and waddled my way into the kitchen in search of some form of solid sustenance. Pregnancy had expanded my appetite more than slightly, and I had put on more weight than I cared to admit.

Put it this way, I would need to meet with a personal trainer four times a week for three hours a time to even attempt to get back to how I was. So, I didn't see the point in attempting healthy eating as I reached for my half-eaten tube of Texas BBQ Pringles.

I settled back on the sofa, getting stuck in to a Pretty Little Liars rerun. This was basically all I'd done for the last seven weeks of maternity leave from the show. While Jack, Henley, Danny and Merritt were off rehearsing and planning the performances, I was stuck home in mine and Jack's apartment, watching sitcoms and dramas and wishing I was back on stage.

"Can you please hurry up and get out?" I spoke to the bump, stroking it lovingly. "Because you're driving your mother insane. Can't you just give me the sleepless nights when you're on the outside?" Cue the baby kicking like an absolute bitch, right in the navel. "Ow! Okay, okay, I get it! I'm sorry!" But apparently, the baby didn't accept the apology, as it kicked yet again, this time harder. "Oh, chill out. Here, have some Pringles." I crunched a few down, brushing the crumbs off my chest.

A sharp, abrupt pain suddenly started twisting through my abdomen, causing me to cry out in total shock and agony. "Oh my God! What the- ow!" I clutched at my bump, doubling over. What the hell had that been all about?! It had felt like someone was trying to pull out my uterus or something! Jesus…

Maybe it was a pee pain, like I was desperate for a wee and wasn't aware of it. Yeah. That's it. It wasn't a contraction. Not yet. He or she wouldn't want to arrive while their daddy was out. Of course not. I just needed a wee. Just a wee. That was all.

I stood up and ambled my way to the bathroom, intending to splash my face with water and just calm down. It was nothing. Just a quick pain, nothing to work myself up about. Nothing to worry…

That was when my waters broke, the liquid dribbling out of my maternity shorts and splattering all over the exposed floorboards.

"Oh my God!" I whimpered, my eyes widening in fear. I was in labour! Shit! Shit! Oh, shit! I knew I said I wanted the baby to hurry up, but I hadn't meant it quite so literally!

I hurried as quickly as I could (which really wasn't all that fast) to my bedside table, almost knocking over the cot at the foot of our bed as I did so. Thank God we hadn't moved out of the studio apartment, or I'd have even further to walk. I seized my phone and hit the speed dial for Jack.

"Pick up!" I muttered as it rang. "Pick up pick up pick up!"

He picked up on the sixth ring. "Hunt? What is it?"

I almost cried with relief. "Where are you?!"

"Now about to walk out of Starbucks." I could basically hear his frown. "What's wrong?"

"It's the baby! I'm in labour! My waters just broke!"

"What?!"

"Please get home as quickly as you can!" I broke down and began to sob. "Please, Jack! I'm scared and it hurts! Oh God, it hurts so much!" I said this just as my second contraction started up, making me scream down the phone.

"Shit!" Jack cursed, and even through the phone I could hear the thudding of his running footsteps. "I'm ten minutes away. Are you gonna be okay till then?"

"Yup!" I groaned through gritted teeth. "I'm sure not going anywhere! But please hurry!" And despite the fact that Jack was home in ten minutes, like he promised, it seemed like everything had been put in slow motion.

We waited in the apartment for another five hours, which was how long it took for my contractions to ramp up to five minutes apart. Of course, this just had to be time for the five o'clock NYC rush hour, meaning the drive to the hospital took an hour, instead of half an hour. And yet, there was still little sign of the baby appearing, other than the clockwork-like stream of contractions. So I was making maximum effort, with zero progress.

Still, according to the midwife who met us at the hospital and escorted me to my room, everything was totally fine. Not that I cared; all I was doing was screaming for an epidural, for anything that would get the baby out. I'd never been a good receptor of pain.

Jack was with me the whole time, holding my hand, brushing my hair out of my sweaty face and telling me I was alright, and I would squeeze his hand back and smile (well, grimace) at him. But by half four in the morning, fourteen and a half hours after my first contraction, I was completely out of it.

I was dosed up on so many drugs and gas and air that my mind was totally clouded over, and I could barely mumble, let alone make a coherent sentence. Jack was curled up in the chair in the corner, fast asleep. Nice for some. Though the painkillers had numbed the pain down substantially, it was impossible to not notice it, so sleep for me was totally out of the question.

"Someone please make it stop!" I moaned, wishing and preying that the baby would please just hurry up and get out of me. I took back all the childhood plans I'd had for a big family; one kid was going to be plenty.

However, my wish was answered pretty quickly. Fifteen minutes later, a nurse came in to check how I was progressing 'down below' and discovered that I had finally dilated to the full ten centimetres. It was time to push. Now.

I hadn't wanted to wake Jack up, but my first pained cry five minutes later jolted him straight out of the chair.

"What did I miss?!" he asked, kind of dumbly, his eyes only now beginning to focus on me, the midwife and nurse.

"What does it look like?!" I hissed, very unglamorously grunting. "The kid ain't hanging around, Jack! He's coming out!" I let out a scream as the urge to push overtook me, causing fiery pain to flare up all over my body. Jack paled to white and rushed over, taking my hand and stroking the top of my hand with his thumb. For the next twenty minutes it felt like there had been literally no progress, despite the midwife assuring me that I was doing perfectly well. The only noises I was making were screams, groans, grunts and the occasional curse word.

"Hunter, I can see the head very clearly now!" the midwife suddenly informed me, sounding relieved herself. "That's great, it will only take a few more pushes to get him out!"

"I don't want to push anymore!" I screamed.

"Come on, Hunt," Jack said encouragingly. "You can do it!"

"I don't think I can!" I sobbed.

He leaned down and gently kissed my temple. "You can! I promise!"

"I can't!" I screeched as the pushing sensation started up again, sending more pain into my already-unbearably-painful torso.

"You're so close, Hunter," the midwife said. "I think it will only take one more push and he'll be here!" One more push…one more push and it will all be over…

I grit my teeth so hard it felt like I cracked a few, but I ignored it. I pushed with all my might, and screamed out again as the most agonizing, purely excruciating, blazing feeling hit me. It was worse than any of the pain I had experienced all day, and it brought a fresh wave of tears to my eyes.

But then it stopped, as quickly as it hit, and I slumped back against the pillows. Then a high-pitched wail echoed through the room.

"There! Here he…no, here she is!" the midwife announced, cutting the baby's cord and taking her over to the little white table to check her over.

A daughter. I had a daughter. "A girl," I whispered, looking up at Jack, who grinned down at me.

"A girl," he repeated, and he bent down to give me a proper kiss on the mouth.

"So that's May eighth, at five forty-seven AM," I heard the midwife mutter. "Congratulations," she beamed, swaddling the baby in a blanket and handing her over to me. "She's perfectly healthy! I'll leave the three of you alone to get acquainted for a moment." She smiled at us and departed.

"Hey there, sweetheart," I said loving, looking down at my daughter's curious face as she blinked up at me. "Did you like causing Mummy so much pain? Hm? I'll be paying you back for that in fifteen years, by embarrassing you in front of every single boy you bring home!"

"Don't tell her about boys yet!" Jack joked, stroking her cheek. "Let her live a little!"

"Well, it's best she learns quickly, instead of falling head over heels for the first boy she likes, like I did," I retorted with a laugh.

"You say it like you regret it," he teased.

"No, no," I assured him. "I just want h…okay, we can't keep saying 'her'. It's pissing me off. We need to give our little girl a name." This stumped the two of us instantly. We'd never really had a names chat, just thrown the odd name out that we'd expressed vague interest in. There'd been Ebony, Regan, Serena and Riley for a girl, but none of them seemed fit our baby.

Then something came to me. "What about…" I began softly. "What about Brooklyn?"

"Brooklyn? Why?" Jack seemed to be thinking about it.

"It's where we first met," I replied. "The Brooklyn water taxi stop. I think it suits her, and it's got sentimental reason. What, do you not like it?"

"No, I love it," he said with a smile. "Brooklyn."

"Brooklyn Wilder," I said, smiling back up at him. "Brooklyn Evan Wilder."

There was another knock at the door, and Mum stopped helping Brooks play Candy Crush and answered it. "Hello darling," she said as Dad stepped into the room, kissing him on the cheek.

"Hi love," he replied, kissing her back. He smiled at Henley and Mila, waved at an oblivious Brooklyn (who was slapping the iPad in irritation) and finally settled his eyes on me. "Sweetheart, you look beautiful."

"Thank you, Daddy," I said sheepishly, lowering my eyes. "So, is it time?"

"It's time, babydoll," he replied. "Are you ready?"

I sucked in a deep breath. "I'm ready." I hitched my skirts up to mid-calf and stepped into my red satin high heels, and Henley and Mila put on their own black glittery heels. Brooklyn, thank God, let Mum strap her into her little red flower girl shoes without throwing a bitch hit. The girls and I grabbed our bouquets of red roses, Mum took Brooks' hand and her flower basket, and Dad offered me his arm.

"Let's go," I said confidently. The six of us headed down the corridor and the stairs in the direction of the Plaza Hotel's grand hall, where I knew 150 guests had gathered to watch me become Mrs Hunter Wilder.

The double doors were closed, and I paused outside them, my heart racing. The second I stepped through those doors, my life was going to totally change. God, why was I suddenly so nervous? I'd been preparing for this day for almost a year, since last Christmas, when Jack proposed to me.

"Mommy, Daddy!" Brooklyn squealed, running into our bedroom and jumping on the bed. "Santa been! Santa been!" She wriggled her way into the gap between Jack and me, giggling the whole time. I rolled over and yawned, blinking at the alarm clock. Six twenty-four in the morning; brilliant.

"Hiya, Brook baby," I said sleepily, wiggling up into a sitting position. "Jack!" I elbowed him in the side of the head, waking him up.

"Morning," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes and also sitting up. "What time is it?"

"Like, half six," I replied, leaning over to kiss him. "But it's Christmas morning, so that makes it all okay."

"Kiss-mass!" shrieked Brooklyn joyfully. "Kiss-mass!"

"Happy Christmas, Brooks," he said lovingly, pulling her into his arms and kissing the top of her head. "Have you opened your stocking?"

"Tocking!" she giggled. "Daddy tocking!"

"Do you want me to get your stocking?"

"Ess, Daddy! Ess! Pes-ent now!"

"Well, I can't argue with that persuasion," he laughed, pushing the duvet back and getting out of bed, wandering off to Brooklyn's bedroom. This was the first Christmas that Brooklyn could kind of understand, and even that was a miracle in itself since she was only two-and-a-half. Jack returned with Brooks' stocking, and we watched happily as she unwrapped her cuddly toy koala and Minnie Mouse dummy.

I shrugged my dressing gown on over my red pyjamas and stuck my feet into my slippers, Jack picked up Brooklyn and the three of us headed into the living room at half past seven, where Brooklyn's eyes turned into saucers when she took in the sight of all the presents underneath the tree.

For another forty-five minutes we watched her face growing happier and happier as she unwrapped her twin Baby Annabelle dolls, a doll's house, a pink toy kitchen, a sweet shop till with real gummy sweets, a giant unicorn plushie, a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse DVD, a pair of baby Ugg boots and her first Barbie doll. Then it was time for Jack and I to swap presents.

I handed him the wrapped box containing his brand new PS4, which naturally he absolutely loved. He in turn reached for the last present under the tree. It was quite small, and wrapped up in red tissue paper.

"Cute wrapping," I commented, shaking the gift. There was no noise from within, so I tore the paper off as quickly as I could. I was left with a very iconic duck egg-blue ring box. Oh, my sweet Mary mother of God no way! No way! No way no way no way!

Jack reached over and plucked the box from my hand, sliding off of the sofa and down on to one knee. Oh. Holy. Shit.

"Hunter Annaliese Blackwell," he said. "I love you. We've been together for three years now, and I can't think of life without you. You're gorgeous, you're funny and you're the best thing that has happened to me, and I am proud to call you the mother of my daughter. She has my name, and I want to know if you'll have my name too. Will you marry me?" He popped the box open, revealing a stunning platinum ring with a ruby set into the middle of a lotus-shaped cluster of diamonds.

Tears flooded to my eyes. That was single-handedly the most beautiful thing anyone had ever said to me in my whole life. I covered my mouth with my hands and let out a single teary, gasping laugh. "Oh my God! Did that…did that just happen?!"

"Er, yeah," he said with an uneasy grin. "So do you want to answer? Because I'm starting to worry a little."

I placed my hands either side of his face. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes! Of course I'll marry you!" We kissed elatedly, and Jack took my left hand and slipped the ring on to my fourth finger. Brooklyn was completely oblivious to what had just happened, as she threw her new Barbie at Jack and demanded that he opened it for her right now.

Mum hurried through the doors and let them close, giving me a few more moments to collect myself. I took a few deep breaths and positioned my veil properly over my face. Behind me, Mila and Henley took their positions just behind my train, and Dad helped Brooklyn to the front, showing her how to drop her rose petals.

The opening bars of the wedding march started up in the hall, and Dad reached forward and opened the doors. I clutched my bouquet harder, trying not to snap the stems.

Brooklyn took the first steps, unsteadily dropping her petals down the aisle. Dad took my arm, and we set off too, me making sure to count each step so I didn't fall or stumble. Left step, right step, left step, right step…

Why was the aisle so long?! It hadn't been this long in rehearsal! Surely I should have reached the end by now! I'd been walking for like an hour! At least, that was what it felt like! Oh my God, Hunter, get a goddamn grip on yourself!

The only grip I had, though, was that of Dad's hands clutching my arm- the only thing stopping me from collapsing out of sheer nervousness. But eventually, Dad and I reached the end of the aisle, and Dad took my hand and placed it in Jack's.

Jack, who looked absolutely flawless in his black tuxedo, red tie and dress shoes, with a red rose in his lapel, squeezed me hand comfortingly and smiled at me. I smiled back, all butterflies in my stomach vanishing.

I didn't really pay much attention to all the 'dearly beloved' bollocks; it really wasn't all that important. I just stared and stared at Jack, who was looking at me too. It was only when Dean, Mila's six-year-old, stepped forward holding the white cushion that held Jack's simple platinum wedding band and my rose gold ring that my attention snapped right into place.

The minister turned to Jack. "Do you, Jack Samuel Wilder, take Hunter Annaliese Blackwell to be your wedded wife? To cherish in love and in friendship, in strength and in weakness, in success and in disappointment, to love her faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?"

Jack didn't hesitate for a second. "I do."

Now the minister turned to me. "And do you, Hunter Annaliese Blackwell, take Jack Samuel Wilder to be your wedded husband? To cherish in love and in friendship, in strength and in weakness, in success and in disappointment, to love him faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?"

I sucked in a deep breath and looked Jack deeply in the eye. "I do."

A/N- Wow! We got to the fifty review mark! That is awesome, thank you so much for getting me there! To reply to your reviews, Avalongirl55 and Blueblood prince, I am indeed considering doing a sequel when the second movie comes out, taking place before Brooklyn comes along. And on that note, I'd really love it if you guys could review for this final time! I've loved sharing Hunter's story with you all, and it would be great if you'd let me know what you thought of her character, and the epilogue! You've been fantastic readers, and I love all of you so much! Hugs and kisses to each and every one of you! MWAH! Xx Gee xX

PS- This obviously will not be my last fic! I've just written the first chapter for a This Is The End canon fic, which will be online shortly, and I've got a very big plan for a Grand Theft Auto 5 fic too, so add me on Author Alert and keep an eye out for them!

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