A/N: Well this is the end of this story. Hope Everyone enjoyed. Thinking of working on a sequel but not entirely sure yet.

Epilogue

June 30, 2014

"Never fear, I have arrived," I call cheerily as I enter the groom's room.

"Thank God, someone who knows what they're doing," Colby smiles wrapping me in a bear hug.

"You wrinkle this dress and your future wife will kill you before this thing even starts. So what do you boys need before I head over to the woman folk."

"None of us can tie a tie," he whispers.

"I got that covered," I smile. "What else?"

"Ask them. I'm sure everyone has forgotten something. Like for example. I can't seem to find my cufflinks."

"Maybe because I have them," I smile, working on his tie. "You lost them three times in the past four days and you didn't even notice when I took them two days ago. They were safer with me."

"You have no faith in me."

"I let you have my friend didn't I?"

"I believe it was under protest," he grins.

"Nah," I return the grin holding out the small box containing his cufflinks. "I've been on the Colby train since day one."

"Thank you for that."

"Don't mention it. Don't make me regret it either."

"How are you two doing?"

"We are slowly getting back to friends," I sigh, not needing to ask who he was referring to. "Don't worry. We won't cause a scene, I promise."

"Well, I think I'm hogging the help," he sighs nodding over my shoulder.

"Eh, you're the groom," I shrug, straightening his lapel. "They can get over it. You need me you holler," I hug him. "Ok boys, who's next."

"Hey JJ," Joe rumbles.

"Hello Joe, what do ya know?"

"Never heard that before," he grins, handing over his tie.

"Got to go for the classics."

"I hear you're starting to free lance as an agent."

"I see Randy wasted no time spreading that around."

"Well?"

"Yeah, I'm taking on just a few people for now."

"Would you consider me as a client?"

I glance up at his face expecting him to be joking and meet his very serious dark eyes. "Seriously?"

"Well, yeah. The guy I'm with now is a complete jackass."

"You trust me to run your career," I ask in awe.

"Please," he scoffs sliding his jacket on, "with you in charge, you would make sure I was the most well taken care of talent on the roster."

"I would be honored Joe," I grin throwing my arms around him.

"Good," he grins returning the hug. "Can I ask you for a favor before I let you go?"

"Sure, Sweetie."

"Can you give this to April before the wedding," he asks hesitantly holding out a small box with a jewelry company logo emblazoned on top.

"Sure," I smile, taking the box.

"Thank you. Now stop avoiding him. We have a wedding to get to."

I turn to the third man at the far end of the room as he stands shirtless with his back to the rest of the room swaying slowly from side to side. I feel like I'm marching through tar as I approach.

"Hey Jon," I call softly. "Need any help with anything?"

He turns slowly to reveal our six month old daughter nuzzled against his chest.

"Best place in the world kid."

"Who's that," he whispers down at the sleepy infant in his arms. "Is that Momma? Say hi Momma."

"Oh, my little Jem," I coo, reaching for her. She turns her head away, nuzzling closer to her father and I notice a black splotch beneath her head. "Daddy's girl," I smirk.

"I, for one, love that fact," Jon grins.

"You are not even dressed."

"I popped a button on my shirt," he smirks returning to his swaying. "I was hoping you could help with that."

"You know me always prepared," I sigh pulling a small sewing kit from my bag.

"Sometimes that preparation doesn't work. Those are the best times," he coos down at the baby. "Because of that we got you."

"Actually, she is the result of a manipulating Irishman."

"What," his head snaps up to stare at me.

"That big box of condoms that was in my bag we were using, the one it took us about three weeks to work through even at the pace we were going."

"What about it?"

"Stephen poked holes in each and every one of them. That is why he thought I was pregnant with his kid and started the whole fight between us. Remember that?"

"Don't remind me."

"Do you regret it," I ask holding out his shirt.

"Regret what?"

"Us," I breathe, not sure I want to know the answer.

"I regret how I reacted to us," he states flatly, taking the shirt from my hand. Slowly peeling our daughter from his chest and handing her over to me I get a full picture of the tattoo before he pulls on his undershirt and slide the dress shirt on. "When I-"

"Stop. You know how I am. Don't open old wounds unnecessarily," I smile picking up his tie and threading it around him one handed.

"You asked," he reminded me gently, taking Jemma so I have use of both hands.

"I was wrong to," I snap, working on tying his tie as fast as I can, "I should know better. We are finally getting along again. I shouldn't put that in jeopardy. You're done," I sigh, taking our daughter back. "Jemma and I need to get to Celeste. I'll see you out there."

"Jay," he sighs.

"I really do need to go."

"We can talk at the reception then," he states firmly, squeezing my shoulder.

"Sure," I smile tightly before rushing out of the room.

"It wasn't a question," he calls after me.

"Oh my God," April calls, rushing me as I enter the room. "She is darling. Come here to Aunt April," she coos.

"Sleeping," I smile, handing over the box from Joe. "For you from your favorite hunk of caramel."

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know," she grins, ignoring my comment as she takes the box.

"Don't be. She sleeps like her daddy. As in, like a log. Me and Jon just juggled her back and forth while I helped the guys out and she still passed right out. Is there somewhere I can lay her down?"

"I'll do it," she smiles her voice softening regardless as she takes Jemma from my arms.

"Where's the bride?"

"Make-up and hair."

"The men are taken care of," I smile as I enter the smaller room set up as a make-up and hair area. "They all look dapper and handsome as ever."

"You really are a life saver," Celeste smiles as the stylist works on her hair.

"Is this the missing bridesmaid," the stylist asks.

"Yeah," Celeste smirks. "I had her checking on the groom and the groomsmen."

"Sit," the stylist sighs motioning someone over. "We don't have much time."

"Randy sends his apologies for missing today but in his current mood… Well he's in a shitty mood in regards to marriage and he didn't want to ruin your wedding. His assistant will make sure you get a really good gift before she leaves his ass," I wink at her as I take a seat next to her.

"Not necessary," she smiles.

"But it's going to happen regardless."

"So," Celeste starts.

"So," I mimic, waiting.

"She's afraid Colby is getting cold feet," April calls from the other room.

"No. Okay, maybe a little bit."

"He is doing no such thing. He is excited and sickeningly in love."

"Really," she squeaks.

"I've known that man was going to marry you on your first date."

"Actually you weren't there on our first date," she mumbles.

"What?"

"We kinda started dating at the end of February. We just wanted to get you and Jon together.

I sit in silence as I let this knowledge sink in.

"JJ?"

"I still knew he was going to marry you," I smile. "And when you get back from your honeymoon I may attempt to kick your ass."

"I knew that was coming," April laughs.

XXX

"So," Jon smiles, taking a seat next to me, "the wedding was beautiful."

"Yeah," I smile. "It was."

"Celeste and April claim it was all you."

"I helped where I could."

"Maybe you should take up a job as a wedding planner."

"Celeste is as close as I ever got to a best friend and there were times when I wanted to punch her in the throat when she went bridezilla on me. A complete stranger would never stand a chance," I smirk. "Besides, Randy is taking me on as his agent. Along with a couple others right now."

"Really," he cocks an eyebrow.

"Yep," I smile, "Becoming a responsible woman. It only took almost thirty-two years and a kid to make it happen."

"So back to our earlier conversation."

"Jon," I groan. "Can we just not do this? Just enjoy the night."

"Dance with me," he smirks as a slow song plays, his hand held towards me. I take it cautiously allowing him to pull me onto the dance floor. His arms wrap around my waist and I rest my hands on his shoulders awkwardly.

"I was an ass," he sighs after a moment of quiet swaying. His arms tighten around me as I try to back away. "Instead of coming and talking to you, I just listened to that idiot when he said you were pregnant with his kid."

"Jon, please."

"Just listen to what I have to say."

"Fine," I sigh, relaxing in his arms.

"I should have trusted you."

"That's it? That's all you have to say?"

"No. I was just pausing because I knew you were going to say something," he smirks down at me, "I was confused. I walked up on you two that night and he was attacking me. He told me you were pregnant when I was walking away and I was shocked. Then he said it was his and my brain just shut down. That is the only way I can justify actually believing that bitter Irish idiot. I asked him if he had been sleeping with you and he just laughed. I was hurt and all I wanted to do was spread that pain. I just ended up hurting myself more than anyone else," he sighs.

"That's usually what happens when you hold on to your anger. At least it has been in my experience," I smirk.

"I was still an idiot," he sighs twirling me away before bringing me back to his body. "I let the best thing that happened to me get away."

"Don't say that."

"Why? I don't know why it took me so long to see it but it's the truth."

"There is no truth, Jon. We both wanted to have some fun so we spent a couple months doing just that. We got a wonderful, beautiful daughter out of the deal so I would say it was a win. So-"

His lips crushing mine cuts off the rest of my thoughts. My mind battles with itself as half screams to stop this as the other half scans through the options of places to run and finish this right.

"I'm sorry," he pants, "that was crossing the line, I know. It was the only thing I could think of to get you to stop talking." I feel my racing stutter to a stop at his words.

"I'm not doing this," I snap, tears coming to my eyes, as I back away. "I'm going to tell Colby and Leste bye. The babysitter said to come by eight to pick Jemma up. Enjoy the rest of your week."

"Hey sweetheart," Joe smiles as I pass him.

"Hey, Joe. Bye Joe," I sniff.

"What's going on with her," I hear Joe ask.

"I fucked up again," Jon growls.

Joe's reply is lost in the noise of the crowd as I make my way to the head table. "Hello my lovebirds," I try to smile but I feel it falter almost as soon as it starts. "This has all been beautiful and I love you guys to bits but I have got to get out of here."

"Everything ok," Colby asks.

"Nothing you need to worry about. I'm serious. Do not worry about me," I state as Celeste opens her mouth. "Enjoy your night. Enjoy your honeymoon. I will talk to you when you get back. I love you both."

"JJ, wait up," Jon calls as I reach my hotel door.

"Go away, Jon," I snap opening my door.

"No," he growls, pushing into my room behind me. "We can't just walk away from each other anymore Jay." The door slams behind him.

"I just need some space."

"I'm sorry but I don't think I can give that to you, right now."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to leave here with the mother of my child so pissed off she can't even look at me," he snaps, leaning against the wall. "Jay, look at me."

"No."

"Why?"

"I can't right now."

"Why?"

"Jeez, I just flashed to a three year old Jemma and the why stage."

"Answer the question."

I close my eyes, kneading my temples. "Because you bring out so many emotions in me. I buried so many feelings when it comes to you. When you said you lost the best thing that ever happened to you, you woke those feelings and when you kissed me those feelings started clawing their way to the surface."

"What kind of feelings, Jay?"

"I fell in love with you, okay. Hell, it happened against my own will. I know that was against the rules of whatever it was we had but it happened. Maybe it was just great sex clouding my judgement and lust mimicking love. Maybe it was because you were the first relationship where I wasn't waiting for the other shoe to drop. Maybe-"

"Jay," he interrupts, suddenly in front of me. I step back trying to created some space between us but he just follows until my shoulders hit a wall.

"What," I sigh, keeping my eyes on his chest.

"Please, just look at me."

I shake my head wordless. Sighing he reaches down cupping my chin and gently pulls my face upward.

When our eyes finally meet he smiles softly, "I love you too. I started falling the moment I met you and I tried to fight it but it was a losing battle. That is what I meant when I said I reacted badly to us earlier. I loved you so deeply I couldn't handle it. I thought if I ignored the fact that it would just disappear but ignoring it just caused this ache in my chest that takes my breath away every time I see you."

"Jon, what are you saying," I mumble.

"I'm saying I want you. Not just physically again, although I ache for that. I miss waking up in the middle of the night and rolling over to have some random conversation with you. I miss the way it feels to wake up with you in my arms. I miss the calming effect you have over me. You said that your time with me made you a better person, it works the other way around too. You made me believe that I could actually love. Then you showed me how strongly I could love. I don't fe-"

It is my turn to cut him off as I pull myself up enough to capture his lips. He instantly molds against me pressing me harder into the wall.

"Is this really the best idea," a small part of my brain screams at me. Pushing against his chest slightly I create enough space to break the kiss. "Jon, is this really a good idea? We can't think just about ourselves now. I love you but we do have a habit of walking away when times get tough."

"I told you I wasn't leaving almost a year ago and I meant it. I can't do that to myself or you or Jem ever again. I love you. You love me. We are great parents."

"You're a great father that part is true," I smile.

"You are a great mother and you know it," he smiles softly. "All our other problems can be worked out in counseling. I'm willing to do my part to make our family work if you're willing to do yours."

"Our family," I repeat, a smile pulling at my lips. "I like the sound of that."

"Good," he smiles capturing my lips again. "I need to go get Jem. When I get back we can get to work getting our life started."