Epilogue

One year later...

Dylan stood opposite a mirror in a black tux, while tying his tie. He tried to tie it, but it looked a bit off. A moment later, Dylan's father Andrew came into the room and noticed him struggling.

"Need some help?" Andrew asked and Dylan nodded in response.

"Did you finish writing your vows?"

"Yeah there in my pocket" Dylan said. His father finished his tie off and straightened it.

"There you go. All done" Andrew muttered and lowered his hands to his sides.

"What do you think? Do you think it looks ok?"

"It looks fine, Dylan. You know, I never thought my little boy would be getting married. Your mother and I thought it was never going to happen. We even thought you were gay" Andrew joked.

"Thanks Dad" he replied sarcastically.

"What I mean is that we're very glad that you've finally found the woman of your dreams. A woman that we never thought existed until you introduced her to us. You didn't even tell us how you two met."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you" Dylan muttered.

At the altar, Dylan waited patiently for his bride to enter. His palms started to sweat he was so nervous. Suddenly, the music started to play and Dylan stared down the aisle at the beauty before him. He smiled as she walked down with his father to the altar. She walked over pink rose petals that were placed on the ground. The guests were focused on her. Some of them were smiling and some were crying. Her long wedding gown trailer across the floor and her veil which you could only just about see through and see her face. As she made it to the altar, Dylan's father lifted the veil and Dylan saw how beautiful she looked. He took her hand from his father and stood in front of the priest who held a bible in his hands.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in the presence of God, to join this man and this woman in holy marriage, which is instituted by God, blessed by our Lord Jesus Christ, and to be held in honour among all men. Let us therefore reverently remember that God has established and sanctified marriage, for the welfare and happiness of mankind" the priest began.

Moments later after the priest had said all he needed to say it was now time for the vows. Dylan was the one who started first and dug into his pocket to find a folded up piece of paper. He unfolded it and cleared his throat before he began.

"Emma, I have tried so hard to say what I feel for you in my vows, but I couldn't think of anything. You know me; I'm not one to use my head. My head hurt because of all the thinking I had to do. If its ok, I'm going to speak from the heart instead of my brain..." he paused to rip up his piece of paper and threw it over his shoulder. Emma still had a huge smile plastered across her face.

"...The first time I met you, I thought my god she's beautiful. I know that at first you didn't like me. We always argued about something or other, but as I had gotten time to know you, I realised I was so in love with you I never thought that it was possible..." Tears started to fill in her eyes.

"...You're the only woman that makes my heart beat like crazy. You're the only one for me. I love you so much it feels like my heart will explode. I love everything about you. I love that you argue with me about everything. I love that you pretend as if you like sappy romantic comedies, even though you're an action lover. I love that you make every guy's jaw drop to the floor when you walk in the room..." Her tears finally fell down her cheeks. "...I love how you always look at me as if I'm crazy, which let's face it is pretty much half the time. I'm willing to spend each and every minute of my life with you, because I love you and I will never stop loving you. You are my soul mate" he finished and kissed her cheek. She continued to look at him smiling without realising she was next to read her vows.

"Miss Wells?" the priest said. She looked at him and only just realised she was supposed to read her vows.

"Oh sorry" she uttered. She also cleared her throat before she began.

"Dylan, I couldn't write down what I feel, so I'm just going to wing it..." Some of the guests laughed at the start of her vows and Dylan smiled at her.

"...Dylan, the minute I first met you, I thought what a pervert and as I spent more time with you, I thought you were cocky, sarcastic and not charming in anyway, but I was wrong. You're all those things and more. You're the guy, the guy I want waiting up for me until I get home, the guy I want to spend time with, the guy who can say all the right things even if some of them are quite offensive..." she paused to lick her lips so they weren't so dry.

"...I've never fell in love with anyone before, until you came along. I love you and you're the one I'm willing to do anything for. You too are my soul mate and I feel incredibly lucky to have met you."

"The rings" the priest requested. They took their rings and place them on each other's fingers one after the other.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride" the priest announced. Their lips slowly met and the guests clapped.

The reception was held at night in Dylan's newly built hotel on the roof. Twinkle lights hung from the banisters that surrounded the edge of the roof. A white gazebo covered the dance floor and the band. The gazebo had see-through curtains that went all the way around it. Areas of the see-through curtains were tied up with white ribbon giving guests only one way to enter. The white chairs were placed around circular tables with white table cloths. Flower arrangements sat in the centre of the tables and cutlery was placed around the seating places. After everyone danced the night away, tried some cake and some of them unable to walk in a straight line from drinking so much, it was now time for Dylan and Emma to share their first dance. They walked over to the dance floor and placed their hands were they were supposed to be placed. As the music started, they began. A few dance moves later, Dylan was smiling like a fool from ear to ear.

"What's wrong with you?" Emma quizzed.

"Nothing, I'm just witnessing my amazing dance moves at work" Dylan replied. She laughed at his response.

"What?" she questioned.

"Think about it, if I didn't show you how to dance you wouldn't be dancing or you would be stepping on my foot right about now."

"The night is still young" she joked and he laughed in return.

"I guess I'm just an amazing teacher" he boasted.

"Well I'd hate to burst your little ego bubble, but I feel it's necessary to tell you that you're not all that good of a dancer."

"What?" he shrieked. "What's wrong with my dancing? My mother taught me how to dance, are you saying my mother can't dance either?"

"No, just you" she muttered.

"You're doing that thing again aren't you, the teasing thing?"

"You're just so easy to wind up" she joked trying to hide her sly grin and let out a little laugh. "So you don't think my dancing sucks?" he asked.

"No, your dancing is great...your cooking on the other hand could do with some work." He rolled his eyes and held her tighter. He soon started to kiss her neck, which he knew drove her crazy because of how much it tickled. She moved a few inches out of his reach, but he just continued to kiss her neck.

"Stop it" she ordered.

"What? I'm not doing anything" he denied and kissed her neck again.

"Yes, you are" she replied edging away from him again and started to giddily laugh.

As the wedding reception drew to a close, everyone made their way to their hotel rooms for the night. Dylan and Emma made their way to their very own personal suite. They opened the door and just as Dylan was about to go inside hand in hand she stopped him.

"What's wrong?" he quizzed as he looked back at her.

"You're supposed to carry me over the threshold" she reminded him.

"This isn't our home. It's just a room for the night" he corrected her.

"Just think of it as practice before the real thing."

"Practice? Ok" he said. Suddenly, Dylan picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

"Not this way. You're doing it the wrong way" she shrieked. She started to giggle as he carried her through the room.

"Put me down!" she ordered and smacked his butt several times, before they made it into the bedroom.

"What are you, a caveman? Put me down" she joked and he dropped her down on the bed. He sat down opposite her. They both smiled at each other for a few moments and he then leaned over giving her peck on the lips. He was about move in for a deeper kiss, but she stopped him with a yawn.

"Well, goodnight" she said and lay down in the covers.

"What?" he questioned as his eyebrows drew together.

"I said goodnight."

"Yeah I know. It's just this is our wedding night" he informed her.

"So?" He lay down next to her, went under the covers with her and turned her so she could face him.

"Come on Emma. I've been waiting all night for this. You're not going to make me wait another night, are you?"

"I'm just messing with you" she said and laughed.

"You think that's funny, do you? I bet you'll think this is funny too" he said and began to kiss her neck again. Giggles escaped from their lips as he continued to kiss her. Soon he was on top of her staring at her and the giggling has subsided.

"I love you" he muttered and kissed her once again on the lips. Before he could pull away, she wrapped her arms around his neck and deeply kissed him. Moving back to her neck, he tickled her with his kisses and she playfully smacked his butt. He started to do it more and pulled the duvet over their heads. As they laughed, it echoed throughout the whole room and they were practically wrestling under the duvet.

"I love you too" Emma whispered.

The end.