Glad you enjoyed Part 1. It's super important to highlight the love around Jack and Kate.

Also, Camile never knew there would be multiple parts. Sorry love! But gotta go all out for Jack and Kate's wedding! Enjoy Part 2.

The guests were seated comfortably in the beautiful late afternoon radiance of sunlight peeking through a large canopy that sat overhead, adorned with flowers at the edges and lining above their heads. The altar was gorgeous, large bouquets lined the small stage, with the rest of their backyard open behind the ceremony space, overflowing with more flowers, lush green grass and more space for the reception. Margo couldn't help herself but to spend a small fortune on the best her florist and staff had to offer.

Hurley stood in the center of the altar stage as Jack appeared out of the corner of his eye, before any of the guests could see him. His wide smile gave his entrance away as the guests turned towards what had Hurley so happy.

Jack stepped into the spotlight, in front of the small, intimate party of friends and family with Margo on one arm and Aaron on the other, tucked into his side, his tiny legs dangling and his cute tuxedo jacket bunching as he held to his uncle. Once they approached the altar, Margo turned to him and began tearing up, her son even more handsome than he was a minute ago, true love casting an aura around him that he wore so well.

"Oh how I wish your father could be here to see this." Margo cried, taking in Christian's son and grandson through her tears, her voice cracking with joy and a hint of sadness.

"I love you, Mom." Jack brought her in for a hug. She pulled him and Aaron against her chest, allowing the moment to linger.

"I love you, Uncle Jack." Aaron mirrored the words and the love and emotion they were delivered with as he tied his tiny arms around his uncle's neck and kissed him on the cheek. Every heart in attendance was officially melted.

"I love you too. So much." Jack laughed as he palmed the child's head with his hand and laid a kiss to his temple. He held to Aaron a few seconds longer, now positive of the decision he had to make and how right it felt for his future with Kate.

Margo took Aaron out of Jack's tight grasp and walked to their seats in the front row when Hurley spoke up.

"You ready for this?"

Before Jack could respond, sweet, melodic music from the classically-trained harpist swelled along the space, another addition to the ceremony Margo insisted on.

His eyes touched hers the very second she came into view of the altar and their guests, the sheer veil concealing just enough of her face, but not enough for him to miss her wide smile and the tears falling down her face.

Kate looked like a dream brough to life, a fantasy he knew he thought of a few times in his life, left to never imagine that she could be real. Her hair was pulled up into a bouquet of beautiful brown curls that were styled to perfection. Loose tendrils cascaded down onto her back, shoulders, around her ears and temples. Her face was so soft and delicate, small blushes of silvery pink glimmered along her cheeks, a modest touch of mascara and lipstick accentuated her perfect features. Her gown hugged curves and dips along her shape, her heels matching the eggshell shade of her dress and veil.

He then laid his eyes gingerly along her neck, the pearls his mother told him about, and showed to him a few too many times after he introduced her to Kate, worn proudly. He noticed the earrings first, but had to circle back to them as they rounded out the vision of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and will ever see.

She wanted to look sexy for him, pretty, soft and feminine. From the look on his face, she had achieved her goal.

Jack couldn't stop the tears from foaming at his eyes and falling down his face. His breathing quickened as he bowed his head, shaking it slowly, in utter disbelief of how much love and devotion he could hold in his heart for just one person. Hurley placed a comforting hand over his shoulder, finding it hard to keep it together himself.

Kate began to tear up uncontrollably at the vision of him before her.

Jack looked like a storybook prince lifted from the page and created perfectly in the image of the man she knew she had thought of before, but never dreamed she would find. His short brown hair was freshly cut, the cowlick in the front unable to be tamed, she thought with a sweet smile. An expertly tailored black tuxedo emphasized how tall, lean and built he was, complete with a bowtie and eggshell-colored pocket square intermixed with another square, the same shade of blue as Aaron's baby blanket. A single Madonna lily pinned to his lapel perfectly matched the flower arrangement behind and around him, the arrangement of her bouquet and the lovely, borrowed pin that lifted her heavy curls away from her back and shoulders.

She bit her bottom lip warmly at the stubble on his face. She knew Margo didn't like that he hadn't shaved fully for photos, but she loved the stubble and would never grow tired of feeling the scratchy brush of it as he kissed her all over.

The last thing she noticed about him was the watch peeking out from the cuff of his dress shirt and jacket sleeve, hoping he found it as fitting for a wedding gift as she had. Her chest heaved with bated breaths as she continued down the aisle, her eyes dancing passionately and eagerly with his. It was like the sky opened and took them to a place where only they knew the other's eyes, touch, smell and smile.

Sam stopped a few feet shy of the altar at the perfect cue of the end of the harpist's performance. He turned to his daughter and hugged her tight. Kate was so eager to get to Jack, but wanted to savor this moment with her father, who she was so blessed to have back in her life.

"Go get him, my sweet girl." Sam whispered as he unraveled their arms from each other, placing her hand into the hand Jack had extended to her.

Upon her warm touch, Jack sighed and gently pulled her up to the altar, their eyes burning for each other through the sheer veil and their touch sparking like electricity through live wire.

As soon as Kate was fully in her place, she quickly reached for Jack's face, her heart in her hand, wiping gently at his tears. Just as he took the hem of her veil and pulled it gently over her head and allowed it to flow down her back, she couldn't resist the urge to cage his face between her hands to kiss him, letting her lips greet his with far too much passion for their onlookers, two of which were their parents.

Jack pulled her into him and eagerly responded to her kiss. The small gathering couldn't hold back their laughter and awe.

"We're not at that part yet." Hurley whispered to the couple as they continued to kiss and embrace.

Jack was the first to pull away with an impatient, amused grunt, wiping gently at the tears that were coming down her beautiful face as he breathed, "I love you."

Kate smiled up at him as he dotted his fingertips all over her face, whispering back with all her breath and heart, "I love you."

Hurley cleared his throat of the emotions stuck there at watching their love shine bright in the simplest gestures. He spoke out to the small gathering.

"Welcome everyone. Thank you for blessing this sacred ceremony with your presence. We are gathered here today to join Jack Shephard and Katherine Austen in holy matrimony. Who here gives away this man and this woman?"

Margo and Sam, who was holding Aaron, tasked with keeping him in line during the ceremony, shared eager and proud smiles as they rose from their seats.

"We do." They said in unison.

Hurley smiled over Jack and Kate's heated, fixed gaze. "Wonderful."

"I was told to come up with something special to say before we arrive at the vows, and I'm sure they're both regretting telling me I can do that this very minute." Hurley laughed, making the entire gathering share in it.

"The first time I met Jack was immediately after the plane crash. He was…well, yelling at me and bossing me around actually." Hurley said with a playful but truthful verve in his tone.

Jack bowed his head in cheeky embarrassment as Kate tightened her grip in his hands and joined their guests in more laughter.

"It was for a good cause though. A lot of people were in trouble, and somebody had to answer the call, the call to action, bravery and selflessness." Hurley complimented his friend, watching as Jack shot him a grateful and embarrassed smile.

"The first time I met Kate was on the beach, that second day after the crash. She looked way too intimidating to approach though. Baggy jeans, hunting knife on her belt, sleeves rolled up. She was ready for battle. They both were, and they still are. I'd never seen one, let alone two, superheroes live and in the flesh before, not until I met Jack and Kate. I almost expected him to take flight to the skies and for her to catch wind with super-speed, which isn't too far from the truth."

The warmth and love in Hurley's words were in perfect step with the mood Jack and Kate wanted to set for this occasion. They shared a mutual, telling glance. They made the right choice in choosing him for this role. There couldn't have been anyone else.

"I think I may have been the first one to notice the attraction, the pull. The love. They were just too busy, you know, trying to save everyone, provide for everyone and keep everyone from chewing each other's heads off to really see what was going on, but I wasn't. I knew twin flames had found one another, setting the world around them ablaze."

As the words swirled around them, Jack and Kate pulled each other tighter, their torsos touching as their hands were now wrapped into an impenetrable knot between them. They stared at each other intently, their eyes taking in every smirk, smile and blush on the other's face, completely captivated by the reality of this moment.

"Falling in love, being in love is its own call to action, right? The call to fight and defend, to never truly let go even when forces outside of their control do their best to make it so, moving everything in their path to see things through. In that case, there is no doubt about the love between these two." Hurley choked out, his emotions forcing their way to the surface, his voice stifled by their rise in his chest.

"I'm not at all surprised by today, after having hoped for it, dreamt about it, maybe a little too much. I love you two so much, and I'm so happy to be here with you today. Thank you for trusting me and for being my friends." Hurley started to cry, which could never leave a dry eye in its wake.

Jack and Kate embraced him in the circle of their arms, allowing him to let it out and making them cry all over again in the process. They eventually pulled away, allowing him to continue with his duties once he felt he could keep it together.

"Jack and Kate have decided to write their vows in the form of letters addressed to one another, that will be read in silence here today and kept by the couple as one of the many precious mementos of this joyous day. Sun? Sayid?"

Sun and Sayid rose from their chairs and approached each other along the aisle. Sayid took Sun's hand and wrapped her arm about his as they walked to the altar. Sayid handed an envelope to Jack, but not without taking a second to pass a hug between them. The same was happening between Sun and Kate, who embraced quickly, but fully as an envelope passed between their hands.

They eagerly opened the envelopes, reading with open hearts and emotions that poured out of them the more they took in their hearts' outpouring on the pages. They continued to cry and sigh into the words they read, occasionally giggling at the appropriate beats. They finished at the same time, blew out the same breath, and in a fit of overflowing love and impatience, brought their arms around each other again and shared in another passionate kiss, the vows still held in vice grips in their hands. This brought more laughter and, this time, suggestive whooping from their small party.

Clearly, the couple needed a room and their guests were all for it.

"We're still not at that part." Hurley chuckled in exasperation.

With their vows read and the tears staining the paper they poured their love onto were kept close by, their rings were brought up to the altar by their very well-behaved son in his starring role as the ringbearer, guided by his grandfather. They could tell that Aaron was bordering on hyper-charged, clapping at random moments and garnering attention by telling them over and over again how much he loved them. Margo was so amused and enchanted, she didn't think to tell him to stop and behave. This was his day too, in a big way, and he had every right to celebrate.

Jack and Kate couldn't blame him. They were having an even harder time standing still and bottling their excitement. Their rings burned holes into their hands as they impatiently waited for Hurley to continue.

They knew they had been married in their minds and hearts long ago, the formality of this moment for their parents and the people they owed it to, who carried them along the way. But they soon realized they needed this moment in the sun, this bright bask in the light after so much darkness, loss and pain.

Jack hadn't believed in meant-to-be, still finding the idea of a destiny beyond his control maddening. As he held and pulled her closer, he knew without a single doubt he was meant to be with Kate. They came from different worlds and created one of their own in a twisted, crazy plot of deadly monsters and dangerous hostiles with nowhere to hide on a deserted Island, that could have taken them away from each other at any moment. There were times he felt that the constant stress of keeping her safe above all else would cause a swift aneurysm that would have him laid to rest in the next plot in the dirt and sand. The reality that she was alive, warm, touching and looking at him in a way he hoped to one day be deserving of, as he let the tears continue to flow, was everything. Every time he touched her, he was reaffirmed in his newfound belief in meant-to-be.

She was always there, a self-actualized, broken, breathtakingly gorgeous question mark that challenged his trust but was also the best friend he knew he could not only trust, but call on for anything too heavy for him to hold alone and the one person he would sacrifice himself for without question. Telling her he loved her was the most proactive he had been about his feelings and it was the only leap he had ever been absolutely sure he needed to take.

Where the courage had come from, he wasn't sure. He had been through enough emotional trauma when it came to love, the failure of his marriage seemingly his fault in his eyes. It left him questioning if he would ever find it, the real variety, for the first time in his life. He even questioned if he deserved to find it. When he did, he knew he had to sink or swim. He almost sank, but then she came back from the barracks, her crimes apparent to their potential ride, but not a factor in his decision to see things through with her. She was skillfully stitched into the fabric of his mind, heart, body and soul for all time.

Hurley continued with the ceremony, his words oratorical, precise and clear. He didn't want to get this part wrong. Jack and Kate wouldn't have known if he did, more focused on when they could finally say those two words that, while ceremonial, were what was in their hearts to say and promise for the rest of their lives.

'Jack, do you take Kate to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold…'

"I do." His eyes burned through and for her as he slid the wedding ring onto her finger, seating it next to her engagement band. He felt her fingers curl around the hand that held hers, holding him close. She always latched onto him in ways that brought tears to his eyes. This moment was no different.

'Kate, do you take Jack to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold…'

"I do." Her eyes overflowed with more tears as he held his hand up so she could slide the wedding band onto his finger.

Kate looked down at the simple band now tucked along his gently balled fist as he held to her hand, the memory washing over her. The dream of Jack wearing their wedding ring dated all the way back to the Island, first striking her when she was heading back from the barracks to resume her dedication to finding the freighter, to facing her crimes and falling into the love she knew she only had for Jack. She had a damning thought to work very hard to forget that he said he loved her, to watch him leave on the freighter to be with the woman her insecurities danced about, tricking her into a wicked incantation that whispered to her in a taunting haunt that Jack was better off. Things were still tense then, but the possibility of rescue had her thinking about what she wanted her life to look like and who she wanted to invite into it.

He was always there, in every possible outcome she had been facing down, an unabridged, reserved, battered, distractingly handsome hard line that always held her accountable, held her up and brushed her off when she failed, even when she had hurt him, and kept her real. A constant floating along a sea of terrifying variables. As she held to his hands in return, their fingers now intertwined, she was once again transfixed by the certainty of soulmates, best friends, lovers, that invisible red string that tied her to him and that it could all be found in one person so completely, for all time.

They only waited mere seconds for Hurley to announce them as husband and wife before their bodies pounced and their lips fused again, the passion unable to be bottled off any longer. The wait felt like ages.

The exuberant fanfare from their guest party couldn't be heard.

Nothing but the frantic, synced beating of their hearts and their lips melting and fusing together played the soundtrack and scene to their first seconds as Doctor and Mrs. Shephard.

The reception was just as quaint as the wedding ceremony. Their formal dining room was beautifully decorated with formal place settings for each guest, several small bouquets formed a line down the center of a cream-colored table cloth with candles providing romantic and whimsical lighting. The atmosphere was relaxed, with an elevated, formal touch Margo couldn't resist adding, fit for a beautiful wedding and a beautiful couple.

The happy couple and their small party were eventually seated around the table, taking in the flavorful meal and the fizzing champagne. No one was allowed to make a speech, but Hurley couldn't help himself from standing up and garnering the attention he loved so much, rattling off tale after tale from his vantage point of their relationship, the sweetness and love found throughout his words again.

Once the room had settled back over their decadent feast, Jack looked around the table from his place at its head, taking in the room full of people talking over one another and laughing while utensils lightly scrapped and champagne glasses clinked. He found that he loved the feel of a large house brimming with life and family. He wanted more quality time, more times like this to fill up his memories, to cast out the darker ones full of death and mayhem. He wanted his life to be full of people he loved and he knew loved him.

He came to realize that was all Kate ever wanted too, a home and people who loved her unconditionally to fill it with. He would make sure, to his dying breath, that she would always have it.

As he continued to take in the moment, his eyes fell towards the other end of the table, the other end seat unoccupied. The image of his father suddenly stained the empty space. He was sitting down at the table, wearing a collared button-up brought together with a tie peeking out from a slightly-buttoned, relaxed cardigan.

He looked perfectly in place, Jack thought. He belonged there. He was supposed to be there.

Christian met his son's eyes, took up a glass, raised it high and smiled.

'You did good, Kiddo.'

Jack could hear his voice echoing throughout the room, unheard by the others. Kate was sitting right beside him, laughing at something Margo was telling her when she turned to him, and stopped herself from speaking for the faraway look in his eyes and the sad, crestfallen smile lighting up his face.

He came out of his trance when he felt her squeeze his hand. He looked over at her blankly, a tear escaping down his cheek, a little shaken up.

"You okay baby?" She asked, leaning in closely to shield his face from their guests and to wipe his tear away.

He could only stare at her, starting to come back to the room, the sounds, the smells. He came back to her. She looked at him with so much love he felt his body start to melt under her gaze. He looked overwhelmed by her, so wonderfully overcome with love and belonging.

"I love you so much." He whispered to her.

"I love you so much more." She whispered back.

A raucous laugh took them out of the little world their gaze into each other's eyes always built around them, wanting to enjoy their guests, but always so ready and eager to enjoy one another.

The last of the guests were pouring out of the entertainment area for the front door, after hours of eating, laughing, merrying their way through bottles and bottles of champagne, slices of wedding cake and telling the happy couple just how happy they were for them.

Hurley was helping Sun out to a cab, while Sayid lazily kissed Nadia as they stumbled out of the house, so drunk they almost took a tumble into the rose bushes.

Trying to watch after her friends as they left, Kate was taken into a hug from her father, who held to her so tightly, her breath stalled.

"I'm so very proud of you, Katie Bear." Sam choked out as he pulled out of the hug.

Kate smiled, her eyes filling with tears. "Thank you, Daddy. I'm so glad you could be here today."

"All I ever dreamed about was walking you down the aisle. I'm just surprised and really happy that you asked. I love you." He said, the tears catching him again.

"You're my father. I don't hold onto anything from the past, not anymore. I just missed you so much and I never want to feel that way again. I love you too."

"I'll never make you feel that way again, I promise. You and that husband of yours better get the guest bed ready a time or ten out of the year just for me, yeah?"

"Yeah." Kate smiled, her laughter filling the emptying foyer.

Sam was the next to leave out of the front door, passing by his brand-new son-in-law, but not leaving until he wrapped him up in a big, burly hug, one that he was leaning into, his legs slightly weakened by all the champagne he indulged in.

Jack pulled back slightly, biting back a laugh at how sloshed he appeared. His skin was two shades from beet red, a lazy grin on his face.

"You sure you gonna be okay behind the wheel, Seargent Major?"

"I'm gonna be just fine." He stepped back, gestured a neat salute with a steady hand as a way to assuage his concern. He started to slightly lean to the side.

Jack reached out to steady him, his tone more concerned than amused this time. "I'm gonna call you a cab."

"I love you, son." Was all Sam offered with another hug, before he walked out of the front door.

At least he was walking in a straight line, Jack thought with a laugh.

"I love you too." Jack called after him as he watched him gingerly get into his truck.

Jack turned to find Kate, who was trying to help Margo accost Aaron, who had started a game of hide and seek at the worst possible moment. That hypercharge was going to keep Margo up all night they feared, the wedding cake only adding more sugar to the fire.

"You think your father's gonna be okay to drive?" Jack asked as he stepped up behind her.

"He said he would be. He's too responsible to ever risk another person's life. Kinda like you." Kate complimented him.

Jack smiled down at her, the boyish charm in the gesture made her stomach flip. "Are you telling me I remind you of your father, Kate?"

"You're both just really good men, Jack. I can't wait to grill that big trout you two bring back from your fly-fishing trip." Kate smiled back at him.

Margo joined them again in the foyer, with a pouty Aaron in tow.

Jack and Kate watched carefully as Margo wrangled Aaron to come along with her so they could leave. Kate stifled a giggle when Aaron wouldn't put on his shoes on when told to and Jack almost let his go when Margo's pout began to show. Their battle of wills was always a sight to behold.

Jack stepped in, knowing full well how his mother could be about unruly children. Today was a special day where Aaron was likely given more opportunity and grace about misbehaving. He quickly picked him up and helped him with his shoes.

"Thank you for keeping him for us again." Kate spoke up.

"It's my pleasure. I love having him. There hasn't been a child in the house since this one." Margo gestured lovingly to her son.

Jack smiled warmly, watching as she spoke so fondly of that time to Kate, when all he could remember was being told that good boys don't make messes or disobey or question things. He wanted Aaron to know his grandmother, but sometimes he wondered if his grandmother would allow herself to know him, to allow him to be a child, not a perfect child, just a child. A boy. He would always mourn not being able to be one, not in all the ways that counted.

He knew his mother was giving her best with the second chance she had been given, having lost her husband and almost losing her son opening her up in ways she never thought possible. Family took on a different meaning to her now. It wasn't about status or blood; it was about love. Just love.

Jack kissed Aaron all over, his neck, face, and his sticky little hands. The boy erupted in laughter and squirmed to try to get away. Margo and Kate watched with tears in their eyes.

"Did I give you as hard of a time as he does?" Jack asked, turning to Margo.

Margo angled her head towards him to lay a kiss to his cheek. She pulled back, her face more somber, almost sad. "You were the perfect child, Jack. Your father and I molded you to be that way and that haunted you well into adulthood, even now, and for that I'm so sorry."

Kate watched the emotions play out on Jack's face, her heart bursting and breaking for him, because from his expression, she knew that he never heard the apology he so desperately needed to hear nearly enough. She didn't think she could love and want to protect him any more than she already did, but she found a new height in a love that already felt limitless.

"I love you, Mom. I love Dad too. You do know that right?"

Margo simply nodded, the tears steaming to flow. She held them back as she painted on a smile and took Aaron out of his arms.

"I love you too. She's gorgeous Jack, and by this time next year I expect to be carting off one more grandchild at the least."

She leaned into her son, whispering playfully, but seriously. "You do know that twins run in our family."

He shook his head at her, finding that Sam wasn't the only one of Aaron's grandparents that let the champagne flow a little too freely. He was happy she had a driver, so he didn't have to worry about their safety.

"Goodnight, Mom."

Moments later, Kate came halfway down the stairs, dressed in her travel clothing, a simple t-shirt and jeans, her curls flowing down her back and shoulders. She looked around for Jack, who was coming in through the open front door from outside. He was loading the car with their luggage, now dressed in a relaxed short-sleeve polo shirt and jeans. He grabbed another bag from the foyer as he walked by the steps. He noticed her staring down at him with a smile. She walked down the remaining steps and approached him, trying her last-ditch effort to finally get her surprise out of him.

"Where in the world are you taking me, Dr. Shephard?"

"Anywhere you want to go, Mrs. Shephard. But I'm hoping that you go along with my plans instead, I think you'll love them."

The playful disappointment on her face at that answer made him smile. She kept trying to get it out of him and he would never budge. He was this close to seeing her face light up at what he hoped would be a relaxing, intoxicating honeymoon for the both of them. He couldn't give up now.

"Haven't I always gone along with your plans?" She asked, twisting her arms over his shoulders and neck as she pressed her lips over his.

He pulled his lips mere inches away from her with a smile. She was right. For every plan he had since the day they met, she was right there with him. She would fight him at first, like she was attempting to do right now, but he always won her over in the end.

"That you have."

"And I always will." She opened her mouth over his again, sucking him into her vortex.

His hand went limp over the bag handle and it fell to the floor with a thud. He brought his hand up to the back of her head, his fingers lost in her flowing brown curls as he sank into her, their tongues fighting for dominance.

They were standing in the foyer of their home, kissing like teenagers, with the entire neighborhood able to take a peek from the open front door, their minds too far gone and far too intoxicated by their love to care about any prying eyes or lurking paparazzi. She pressed herself into him and put her hand down the front of his pants, intent on pushing him up the stairs, or towards the couch, and into her when he pulled away.

"My plans also include us getting there, Kate. And you know we won't make it if you start that." He laughed at her eagerness as he pulled her hand away and placed her arm back around his neck.

"Maybe that's my plan." She countered seductively. He gave her that 'oh no don't' look, backing away from her touch to grab the bag he dropped to the ground. He was holding his own against her way longer than she anticipated.

She would win in the end, as she always did.

"Fine. I hope you ate plenty at dinner babe, you're gonna need the fuel."

I think Jack and Kate would definitely write letters and keep their vows so deeply personal and private. I think that is so much more romantic and is one thing about this day that is really between just them. Maybe I'll write up their vows someday. Maybe…:P