I DO - Part 2

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I DO - Part 2; Trilogy By GraveDancer & Marilyns child
Topic Started: Dec 27 2007, 01:16 PM (149 Views)
oncetherewasaway	Dec 27 2007, 02:03 PM Post #21
McEditor Posts: 1,625 Group: .Grey Girls. Member #23 Joined: October 25, 2006	Disclaimer: So it appears that Derek's date on Thursday night is with Sydney. This makes us giggled. Quite a bit. Of course if we owned the show the only person Derek would be going on dates with is Meredith. But still...giggles. He was giggling. Nothing was funny. There was absolutely nothing funny about the fact that Brian had just dropped him off. And there was definitely nothing funny about the fact that he was currently trying to unlock the door to his house. Nothing funny at all. But he couldn't stop laughing. He was assuming that had something to do with the scotch he had drank in the course of the last five hours, or maybe the absurdity of the strippers. Either way, he was laughing. And he definitely had to get this door open before Meredith heard him struggling with his key. He'd never live it down. Even in his slightly fuzzy mind he could tell that not being able to open the door was something Meredith would never let him forget. It would be bad. And it was cold. And wet. He hadn't drank quite enough scotch to be missing that fact either. Inside would be good. He frowned at the key before laughing again, leaning against the door and almost falling inside when it opened. "Der?" she stood in front of him in one of his t-shirts. "Meredith!" he exclaimed, before starting to laugh again. "You're drunk," she giggled, grabbing his hand and leading him into the house. "I am not drunk." "You are drunk, Derek," she laughed. "The bachelor party was fun?" "Fun, yes it was fun," he nodded. "There was....lot of strippers. I mean...fun, I meant to say fun." "Strippers," she nodded, her eyes sparkling. "I figured there would be strippers. I mean, fun. Right?" "Fun," he laughed. "No strippers. Fun. Lots and lots of fun." "There weren't any strippers?" she raised an eyebrow. "Mark had strippers. I didn't. None. Well...Candy might have taken some clothes off." "Candy?" Meredith giggled. "Candy," Derek laughed. "Who names their kid Candy? It's asking for her to be a stripper." "I'm pretty sure that's not her real name, Der," Meredith rolled her eyes. "It could be." "I'm sure it isn't." "It could be." "Der...it isn't." "You don't know that." "Der," she shook her head, pushing him back onto the couch. "And there was Rose. Rose the stripper." "I thought you said only Candy." "I forgot about Rose. And maybe a couple of others." "Maybe a couple others?" Meredith raised an eyebrow. "I didn't touch any of them," he shook his head before laughing again. "Where's the fun in that?" she giggled, straddling him and kissing him. "It was lots of fun," he smiled. "It was....there was scotch." "Really?" she breathed, running her hands through his hair. "Lots of scotch. Strangers bought me drinks. And some guy told me I'd never have sex again. I told him he didn't know you." "Der," she rolled her eyes. "Scotch, Mer." "Right," she nodded. "So the strippers didn't give you a show?" "They may have. But I didn't look. Nuh uh. No looking." "Not at all?" she murmured as she backed away from him. "Maybe a little. Sorry." "Only a little?" "A lot," he laughed. "But I wasn't turned on." "Of course you weren't," she nodded, climbing off of him as she moved her hips slowly. "I wasn't," he shook his head. "Just you." "Just me?" she asked, her hands moving to the string of her sweatpants. "What are you doing?" "Seeing if Rose is a better stripper than I am," Meredith smiled, her hips moving slowly and generously as she gently pulled the sweatpants down to reveal black lacy panties. "You...you need a stripper name." "You do," he laughed breathlessly. "You...you...no, I like Meredith." "Hmmm, you better," she breathed. "Though...maybe Cherry?" She sucked at his earlobe as her hands moved down to her t-shirt. "Cherry? Okay, I can call you Cherry," he nodded. "Or maybe another flower," she laughed. "To prove I'm better than Rose the stripper." She pulled the t-shirt over her head, moving her bra clad breasts against his sweater as she nibbled at his neck. "Better...you're...better," he gasped. "You have way too many clothes on," she murmured though she didn't move to change the situation as she took his hand and rubbed his fingers lazily against the fabric of the her panties. "I do," he laughed. "God, Der," she breathed, pushing her panties aside with one hand and forcing him to touch the wetness there, still moving his fingers lazily over her swollen clit. "Mer...Cherry...Flower...whoever you are," he groaned. "Meredith," she giggled, biting on his lower lip as she kissed him hard, her hand letting go of his to push his sweater over his head. "Meredith," he laughed breathlessly. "I want you, Meredith." "Hmmm," she nodded. "Not yet." She reached behind her to unclasp her bra, letting it fall between them as she moved up and over him, his lips finding their way down to the erect nipple. And suddenly, he wasn't laughing anymore. Because there wasn't anything funny about the fact that he was rolling his tongue over his fiancee's nipple while she moved her still panty clad hips against his denim-covered erection. "Oh god Mer," he gasped against her skin as she moved over him, her fingers tugging at her hair as she pushed him closer to his chest, making him suck on her harder as she rocked against him. "Fuck, Derek," she breathed, her chest heaving to meet his lips as his teeth grazed her nipple lightly. Her hips moved against his own as they rose to meet her, his pants feeling unbearably tight. "Mer...Meredith...please," he breathed, rocking harder up against her. "Am I better than your Candy?" she murmured into his ear, her breath tickling him as her fingers worked quickly at his pants. "Not my...Candy...just you," he groaned. "Good," she moaned, releasing his erection while pushing her panties further over and settling herself over him, pushing his hips to thrust into her just as she came down. "Fuck," he gasped loudly. "Oh...oh god," she moaned, her body tightening for just a moment before she began moving her hips in a circular motion, allowing him to fill every inch of her. "Meredith...Meredith...Meredith," he moaned, his body lifting from the couch as his body pumped into hers. "Derek, Der...shit," she gasped loudly as she kissed him hard, her hands raking at his sides. "Oh god," he groaned against her lips before deepening the kiss as they rocked hard into each other, their bodies pounding together. "Shit," she breathed as her hands moved to his hips, holding him down for a second as she slowed the pace, still moving over him as they kissed his own hands moving to her hair. "Mer..." he murmured, pulling gently at her hair. She released his hips as he pulled her head back, nipping at her neck as he thrust into her harder and faster, both of them moaning unintelligible words as their movements increased in urgency. "Derek...Der...oh god." "Mer...fuck...oh Mer..." he gasped, his body trembling as he threw his head back against the couch, his hands clawing for her. "Come," she ordered harshly, gasping as his hands grasped her ass, pushing her forward on him, forcing her to fuck him faster and harder. "Oh god," he shouted as his orgasm washed over him at her command, his body bucking hard into hers. "That's...that's it," she gasped, rocking harder against him until she came seconds later, her hands tightening on his shoulders as she tried to stabilize herself. "Derek...fuck!" "That...oh...that....you...." he laughed breathlessly, holding her tightly. "You're...you're giggly," she panted, falling against him as her body trembled. "Drunk, Mer. I'm drunk," he corrected. "I thought you weren't drunk," she giggled, her breasts heaving against him. "I said that so I could get sex." "You were going to get sex no matter what," she laughed, kissing him quickly. "Of course I was," he smiled. "Sorry I'm drunk. I blame Markie. And the brothers. And that guy that was there." "I entirely expected you to be drunk," she murmured. "That's why Hannah is at your mom's." "Apparently I am no longer a free man so I had to drink." "Do you want to be a free man?" "No. I want to marry you. I'm not quite sure why getting married should lead me to drinking." "You know you're still a free man for another week. You know, if you want to call Rose the Stripper." "Rose had a tattoo of a Rose on the inside of her thigh," he laughed. "I don't want someone who has a tattoo on the inside of their thigh." "I thought you weren't looking," Meredith raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't," he protested quickly. "Der," she laughed, kissing him. "You're a guy. You went to see strippers. I think you're like...legally obligated to look or something." "I love you." "I know you do." "I want to marry you. I don't want to be free." "Not even for Rose the Tattooed Stripper?" "Not even for Rose the Tattooed Stripper." "Because she has a tattoo?" "Because I am so madly in love with you it's kind of sad." "Oh really?" "That's what Mark said. About it being sad. Not about me being madly in love with you." "I'm madly in love with you too," she murmured, kissing him carefully. "You better be. We're getting married in a week." "We are," she laughed. "Me and you," he laughed. "Well I would hope so." "Forever and ever and ever." "That's a very long time," she smiled. "Eternity." "That's an even longer time." "I know," he laughed. "You laugh so much when you're drunk," she shook her head, kissing him again. "No... no... I don't," he shook his head seriously. "You do, Der." "Nope." "Really?" "Really," he nodded before laughing again. "Clearly," she giggled. "I love you." "I love you too." "Even though I saw other people naked?" "Only if you're okay with the fact that tomorrow I'll see other people naked." "I am," he nodded. "But no touching." "Did you touch?" "Definitely not." "Then no touching." "Good." "Hmmm," she nodded, resting her head against his chest. "Hmmm," he echoed. "We're getting married in a week," she breathed. "We are." "Wow." "I know." "Derek?" "Yeah?" "I don't want to be free either." "Good," he grinned, laughing softly. "Der?" "Yeah?" "Where are we going on our honeymoon?" "I am not that drunk.' "It was worth a shot," she giggled. "Yeah, nice try." "Thanks." "Want to go upstairs and do that again?" "Can you make it upstairs?" "I might need your help." "I can do that," she grinned, rolling off of him and pulling him off the couch. "Of course you can," he smiled. "My poor drunken soon to be husband." "And tomorrow night you will be my poor drunken soon to be wife." "I will be," she nodded. "And then we can have more drunken sex." "I like drunken sex." "I figured," she giggled, leading him upstairs. "And I love you. A lot." "I love you too. A lot." "Great.' "Great?" "Yes, Mer. It's great you love me a lot too," he laughed. "It definitely is," she nodded. "Considering I agreed to marry you." "You did do that." "Yes. In the middle of an airport security line. Is it too late to take it back?" "You want to take it back?" "Maybe," she shrugged, though her eyes were sparkling. "You can't." "Why can't I?" "Because." "Because isn't an answer, Der." "Yeah, it is." "It really isn't," she giggled as she pushed him gently onto their bed. "This morning you told Hannah that she couldn't wear her tiara to daycare because and you said because was an answer." "She's eight, Derek." "So?" "You can use because for eight year olds." "And I can use it when I'm drunk." "Do you want to know why I really can't take it back?" she asked, cuddling next to him. "Why?" "Because you're the love of my life. My knight in shining whatever. My...my soulmate or whatever you call them." "Seriously?" he laughed. "You're laughing." "Because of the scotch." "Well that's the last time I try the cheesiness thing." "No," he shook his head quickly, stopping laughing as he pulled her closer. "You're...all of that stuff too." "I'm your knight in shining whatever?" "Well...umm....princess or something. But I don't think you want to be a princess." "Not really, no." "So...the rest of it." "Good," she smiled, resting her head on his chest. "Good," he nodded. "You know what I'm going to be in a week?" she yawned. "Dr. Shepherd? Married?" "Your wife." "You will be." "Yeah," she nodded, reaching for his hand. "I will be." "And I'll be your husband," he laughed. "I'm never having a conversation about life changing things with you again after you've had Scotch," she rolled her eyes. "It's not life changing, Mer. We'll always be us." "I like us," she sighed, pressing a kiss to his chest. "Me too," he murmured. "I love you, Derek," she murmured, her eyes starting to fall shut. "I love you too, Meredith," he whispered. I give my heart, cause nothing can compare in this world to you. Disclaimer: If we owned Grey's Anatomy this would happen eventually, or something like this. Probably without Hannah in the mix but well...this. Basically this. And maybe on 411. This would be a nice thing to tide us over. Derek groaned deep in his throat as he parted his wife's lips, grateful that she had left her hair down as it made it so much easier to tug on as he kissed her. He had been kissing her a lot. Ever since the minister they had hired had told him too he hadn't seemed to be able to stop. He could hear the low rumble of the people waiting for them in the tent and new they had to enter in a second buthe couldn't bring himself to care. She looked incredible. The dress Hannah had chosen for her suited her entirely, though he'd be lying if he said he could wait to get it off. When she had first walked down the aisle towards him, he had choked back tears. By the end of the ceremony, he had wanted nothing more than to carry her into the house and to their bedroom. His wife looked incredible. Wife. She moaned his name softly and wrapped her arms tighter around him as the word reverberated around his mind. Wife. He was married. He wasn't just married, he was married to his Meredith, the only woman he could actually imagine being married to. Meredith Grey was his wife, which actually made her Meredith Shepherd now. "Derek," she murmured against his lips breathlessly. "Derek." "Mer..." he breathed, pulling back slightly. "God you look amazing." "So you've said a million times," she giggled. "Because it's true," he laughed. "My wife is the most beautiful person in the world...especially tonight." "Cheesy, Derek," she sighed. "My husband is cheesy." "You even cried beautifully. And to think you thought you wouldn't be able to." "I was a mess," she rolled her eyes. "So were you. We were messes." "I didn't care a bit," he shook his head. "I know you didn't," Meredith smiled. "It was...it was perfect, right? Not Addison and Mark perfect but...us perfect?� "It was perfect," Derek nodded. "So entirely perfect." "Good," she smiled. "That's...because I don't think I want to kill your sisters anymore." "Oh that's good," he laughed softly. "Killing one's family is usually frowned upon." "Usually," she giggled, resting her head against his chest. "They're waiting for us." "They are," he sighed, squeezing her tightly. "Do you think they'd come looking if we don't go in?" "Probably," she murmured. "Which would...I mean, that could be awkward." "Especially as Hannah would probably be sent." "She probably would," Meredith smiled softly. "She's taking her job very seriously today." "She is," Derek grinned proudly. "And I think she's expecting it to be all about her," she giggled. "Isn't it always all about her? At least in her mind." "And whose fault is that, Derek Shepherd?" "It's not mine, Meredith Shepherd." "Oh," she breathed, giggling slightly. "Not used to your new name?" he smirked. "Not yet," she blushed. "It's...I mean...wow." "It is," he smiled softly. "I'll use it as often as possible on the honeymoon so you're ready for Dr. Shepherd when we get back." "Speaking of the honeymoon..." "Not telling." "Derek. We got married. We're married. You, me, married. Which was never, ever supposed to happen but we're married. Which means no secrets or whatever." "And it means you can wait until tomorrow morning to find out." "Then you can wait until tomorrow morning for sex." "What?" "You heard me." "It's our wedding night." "It is." "So I get sex. It's the rules." : "And I should know where we're going on our honeymoon. But if you want to be a secret keeper, I'll be a sex keeper." "That...that is unfair and unkind." "Then where are we going on our honeymoon?" "It's a surprise, Meredith. Not evil. Just a surprise." "You know I was given special wedding lingerie." "Which I am going to see tonight." "You keep telling yourself that." "You have never said no to me." "I'm trying it out." "On our wedding night?" "You're the one being a secret keeper." "I'll give you hints in exchange for sexual favours." "Nope," she shook her head, biting back a giggle, "I want all or nothing." "If you don't give me sex tonight I may not want to go on a honeymoon with you." "Then you won't get sex." "I...you..." he sputtered before crushing her against him again, kissing her hard as he let his hands travel up and down her body, resting to cup her ass through the dress as dragging her hips against his. "Derek," she gasped. "No sex?" he asked, rocking his growing erection against her body. "Derek...wedding...reception...people," she moaned slightly. "Just proving a point," he whispered. "Okay, seriously, McDreamy," Cristina rolled her eyes as she stepped out of the tent, "will you stop fucking her and get your ass inside all ready?" "I'm not fucking her," Derek rolled his eyes. "I was proving a point." "By fucking her?" "Yes," Derek nodded. "You're sick, McDreamy," Cristina shook her head. "What if I had been the midget?" "You're not," Derek sighed. "What if I had been? You think she needs to be traumatized by her dad fucking her mom? Now get your asses inside." "Go back in, Cristina," Meredith giggled. "We'll be in in a second." "Hopefully he can go longer than just a second, Mer," Cristina smirked as she went back into the tent. "I don't like her very much," Derek pouted. "She's just Cristina," Meredith giggled. "Exactly." "It's a good thing she interrupted," she nodded. "Since I'm denying you sex and all." "Yes, you seemed like you were about to say no." "All you have to do is tell me where we're going." "It's somewhere...where there is sand." "Well that lowers it down," Meredith rolled her eyes.' "It does." "We have to go inside," she giggled, kissing him quickly. "We do," he nodded, grabbing her hand and squeezing it gently. "Ready?" "Ready," she breathed. "Well then," he smiled, leading her into the tent. The entire tent erupted into applause and cheers as the MC introduced them. Hannah stood up on her chair to see them and Derek couldn't help but grin at his little girl. Who really didn't look that much like a little girl anymore in her green dress, her hair pulled away from her face. "Daddy! Mommy!" she exclaimed, jumping off her chair to run towards them. "Hey Hannah," Derek smiled, letting go of Meredith's hand to hug their daughter tightly. "Did I do a good job, Daddy?" she asked, hugging him tightly before letting go and hugging Meredith. "You did a perfect job," Derek grinned. "I didn't tell Daddy about your dress, Mommy," Hannah smiled proudly. "I kept it a big secret." "You did," Meredith grinned. "He was really surprised." "It's pretty, isn't it, Daddy? I found it." "It's perfect, Hannah," Derek breathed, looking at Meredith. "And my dress too," she did a small twirl. "You look beautiful, Han. So grown up," Derek nodded. "Mommy said I have a special dress because I have a special job." "You did. And you did it really well." "Hey, Han," Lexie smiled, coming forward, "Mommy and Daddy have to dance now. How about you come back to the table with me and Aunt Izzie and Aunt Cristina?" "I'll dance with you later," Derek promised. "Okay," Hannah grinned, grabbing Lexie's hand and following her back to the head table. "Ready to dance?" Derek asked Meredith, reaching his hand out to her again. "Definitely," she breathed, taking his hand as the first strains of the song Michael had forced them to listen to came over the tent. "Avenged Sevenfold at our wedding," Derek laughed gently as he pulled her into his arms in the middle of the dance floor. "Audrey swears you can't dance to it." "That's just because Audrey doesn't want her brothers to be right," Derek sighed as he moved gently. "We're dancing." "We're definitely dancing," she murmured, resting her head against his shoulder. "I love you, Meredith Shepherd," he whispered, holding her tight against him. "I love you too, Derek Shepherd," she breathed, tilting her head up to kiss him. "Hmmm...." he murmured against her lips. "This is...wow." "We're married," she whispered. "Like...married. Together forever and...married." "I thought...I didn't actually think this would feel different," he sighed. "We've been...it's always been forever but this...it feels different." "Which I tried to tell you the night of your bachelor party." "I had consumed quite a bit of scotch that night, Mer." "Yes, I know. And were distracted by Rose the Tattooed Stripper." "Oh Rose," he laughed softly. "We should have invited her." "Really? You wanted to invite the tattooed stripper?" "She really classes a place up, Mer." "I'm sure she does." "And it could have been great entertainment as she seemed quite interested in Mark." "Mark's very married," Meredith giggled. "Exactly why it would be entertaining," Derek laughed. "You're a terrible awful friend," she giggled. "Derek?" "Yeah?" "Where are we going on our honeymoon?" "You just don't give up." "I picked it up from my very annoying attending." "You did?" he raised his eyebrow. "Yes. He was stalking me all over the hospital until I finally agreed to go out with him." "He did," Derek nodded, blinking quickly as he rested his forhead against hers. "Best damn thing he's ever done with his life." "I'm glad he did," she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. "Me too," he murmured, letting a tear fall down his cheek as he kissed her gently. "We're going to be messes again." "We are," he laughed softly, his voice cracking. "I love you," she whispered, her own voice shaky. "I love you too," he murmured, burying his face against her shoulder as he held her tighter. "I'm not going to cry again." "You are," she giggled, moving her hands to go through his hair. "And Mark will laugh at you. Again." "I hate him." "I know." "He cried at his wedding, didn't he?" "He did," Meredith giggled. "That's what I thought," Derek whispered, letting a tear hit Meredith's shoulder. "You're crying again," she murmured, taking a deep shaky breath of her own. "We're married," he breathed. "We're married," she whispered. "I had to fight so damn hard for you and now we're married." "I'm guessing this means it was worth it?" she pulled away to look up at him. "So entirely worth it." "I'm sorry I made it hard." "No," he shook his head. "If it hadn't been...I'm not sure where we would have ended up." "Not here?" she frowned. "Maybe," he shrugged. "I don't know. We're...here. We're here and that's all that matters." "We're here," she murmured as the song came to an end. "I love you." "I love you too." "Hmm..." he nodded, ducking his head down to kiss her quickly as people around them clapped. "Okay, okay," Mark grinned as he came up to them, Hannah in his arms. "We get it, Shep. You can let go of Grey...Shepherd...Meredith now." "I'm Meredith now?" Meredith asked. "Well you can't be Grey," Mark sighed. "Trust me, I'm as confused as you are right now. We'll go with Meredith." "Wow," Meredith giggled. "Who know all I had to was get hitched." "I've called you Meredith before," Mark shrugged. "Not often," Derek shook his head. "You always call Mommy Grey," Hannah giggled, wrapping her arms around Mark's neck. "Who asked you, Hannah Banana?" Mark asked. "I did." "You can't ask yourself." "Yes I can." "No, you can't." "Yes, I can." "No, you can't." "Yes I can." "No, you can't." "Mark, you're arguing with an eight year old," Meredith giggled. "As if you've never done it." "I'm pretty sure I've never argued with an eight year old," Meredith sighed. "Like that anyway." "Your husband has," Mark shrugged. "Oh," Meredith breathed, giggling slightly. "My husband." "She's not used it yet," Derek laughed. "It's just...I don't know...surreal or whatever," Meredith sighed, looping her arm around Derek's waist. "And perfect," he smiled, hugging her close to him. "Completely perfect," she murmured, tilting her head up to kiss him. "Hmmm..." he breathed. "Love you." "Love you too," she whispered. "Where are we going on our honeymoon?" "If you keep asking it's going to be no where." "You already booked it." "Yes, I'll just take Rose with me.� "The stripper?" Mark laughed. "She wasn't interested in you at all, man." "She was all about you," Derek laughed. "Yeah, she was. Just don't tell the wife." "Don't tell the wife what?" Addison asked, walking up behind him. "Um...that...uh...the chocolate cake is probably better than our cake," Mark stammered. "Why don't I believe you?" Addison raised an eyebrow. "Because you know him," Meredith giggled. "My wife has an excellent point," Derek nodded. "How are you so used to saying that already?" Meredith smiled. "I'm not," he shook his head. "I like the little thrill it give me." "Lame, Shep. Lame," Mark shook his head, pulling Addison close to him. "You're just jealous of the newlyweds," Addison sighed. "Jealous of Shep and Meredith?" Mark frowned. "Why the heck would I be jealous of the newlyweds?" "Because they're newlyweds," Addison shrugged. "We're newlyweds," Mark grinned. "Not as new as them," Addison argued. "I still love you like a newlywed," Mark smiled, kissing her quickly and then looking at Derek. "Shut up, Shep." "I'll let it go for today," Derek laughed. "Yeah, considering the fact you cried your eyes out," Mark smirked as he put Hannah down. "Let's go dance, wife of mine." "Definitely," Addison grinned, taking his hand. "See you guys later." Meredith watched as Mark pulled Addison onto the dance floor, pulling her close to him and then turned back to Derek, resting her head on his shoulder. "You're my husband." "I am," he murmured, smiling gently at her. "Wow," she breathed. "Wow," he nodded. "Hmmm," she murmured, wrapping her arms around him. "I love you, Meredith Shepherd." "I love you, Derek Shepherd." "Want to dance?" "Yeah," she nodded and then smiled. "Han, do you want to dance with me and Daddy?" "Can I?" Hannah asked, smiling widely at them. "Of course," Meredith grinned as Derek picked Hannah up. "It can be a Shepherd family dance," Derek grinned, kissing Hannah's cheek. "Because Mommy's Shepherd now, right?" "She is," Derek smiled. "I am," Meredith murmured as Derek pulled her close with his free arm, one of her arms going around his waist while the other rubbed Hannah's back. "Forever," Derek grinned. "And ever and ever," Hannah mirrored her father's grin. "And ever and ever," Meredith echoed, kissing Hannah's cheek. "And then one more day after that," Hannah giggled, resting her head on Derek's shoulder. "Definitely," Derek whispered. "Der?" Meredith whispered after a moment, still swaying gently to the music. "Yeah?" "Seriously...honeymoon." "Jamaica." "Oh," she breathed, giggling slightly. "Wow." "Way to ruin the surprise." "It's still perfect, Der," she smiled, kissing him quickly. "Really perfect." "Yeah...yeah it is," Derek breathed. "Perfect," she breathed, her hand moving Hannah's messy updo before resting on her back. "Perfect." I've seen the storm clouds in your past But rest assured cause you are safe At home at last I rescued you, you rescued me And w'ere right where we should be When we're together AN: So this part is done. As Katie said at some point along the way�this was really filler to us, this whole entire fic was just a happy little story about how they got married and everything else. And now they are�in a very very cute wedding. And it�s done. Katie�s off to work for the night but we�ll start part 3 tonight! And well�it�s big. Big huge things happen and it�s�I won�t get into it right now. But you�ll find out more tonight. Thanks for reading!! Love you guys!! See you over the next fic�.Love is in Everything!



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