Author's Note: Don't ask why this has taken so long, please, because I honestly don't have an answer other that Jorja leaving made me mad, and then the whole thing started to urk me, and of course, university was kinda looming over me...anyways...this is the last chapter and I'm typing it frantically while babysitting and hoping to God the baby doesn't start bawling at any given moment so don't mind my high-speed typos.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters that you've actually seen on television.
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"Mommy, don't I look like a princess?!" Michelle asked, bouncing around the back of the chapel, her flower girl dress swishing from side to side. Mary smiled at her, nodding.
"Yes darling, you look exactly like a princess," her mother replied.
"Mare, you should go see Greg, he's starting to get all panicky," Kevin said, popping his head into the room. Mary rolled her eyes, walking past her husband.
"Watch the princess, I think she might try and take over the world," she said, a cocky smirk playing against her lips. Kevin shook his head before turning his gaze to Michelle who was playing with the rose pedals in her basket. Mary walked into the back room of the chapel, her eyes settling on her baby brother who was fiddling with his bowtie. "Do you want some help with that?" she offered. Greg's hazel eyes snapped onto his sister's figure, a smile spreading across his face.
"Yeah, if you don't mind," he replied, moving towards his sister.
"You ready for this?" Mary inquired, tying the piece of fabric with ease. She leaned back, inspecting her work. She couldn't believe Greg was getting married. Not that she was upset about it. On the contrary, she was thrilled. Mary felt as if Greg had finally found that woman who was to complete him and would be with him for the rest of his days. She wanted to cry just looking at the happiness that radiated from him.
"I've been ready for this since the day I met Sara...I'm just nervous about screwing up my vows or something equally as stupid," Greg responded, his usual joking nature still in his voice. "What about you? Think you can sit through a wedding without having to pee?"
"You're my little brother Greg, I can still hit you," Mary snapped playfully, shaking her head at his random comments. "But yes, assuming the little one doesn't decide to play kick the bladder, I'll be fine." The blonde woman placed a hand on her expanded stomach, feeling the child that was growing within her kick against her palm beneath the pale blue fabric of her dress.
"I still can't believe you and Kevin got pregnant so soon," Greg said, smiling, his eyes going soft at the whole situation.
"Greg, we've got three kids already, I'm pretty sure that proves we're both very...fertile people," she laughed, sitting down.
"Yeah but after the miscarriage I thought you'd wait at least three months, and yet there you were in February, calling me to say you were pregnant again..." Greg shook his head.
"We wanted another baby so we started trying again right away, good thing too, this way I was able to get out of that horrible dance conference out in DC," Mary made a face in disgust. "Are you and Sara planning on having any kids?"
Greg blushed furiously, looking down at his hands and playing with the buttons on his sleeve.
"Greg? Earth to Gregory Sanders, come in Mister Sanders!" Mary called, waving her hand under his face before brushing his bangs away from his eyes. Greg glanced up at her, a small smile forming on his face. Mary just gaped at him. "And here you are telling me I got pregnant fast. Ohh, Abby is going to have a heyday when I tell her that-"
"Tell me what?" Abby asked, wandering into the room with her daughter Sophie balanced in her arms.
"MARE!" Greg scrambled, not sure he wanted both his sisters giggling through the entire wedding. "You cannot tell anyone other than Abby and Kevin! Okay?" he said, sighing. Mary beamed at him.
"Greg and Sara are having a baby!"
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"Oh Sara, you look beautiful," Catherine breathed, walking into the dressing room of the church. Sara glanced back at Catherine and smiled.
"Thanks," she grinned. "I still can't believe I'm here." Sara looked down at herself, seeing herself clad in an extravagant wedding dress that Mary, Abby and Jenny had bought for her. She never realized how fun it was to have three females that she could call her sisters.
"Well I can. Lord Sara, Greg fell in love with you the minute you walked into the lab!" the older woman laughed, tossing her strawberry-blonde hair over her shoulder. Sara blushed. She still wasn't completely used to people realizing she was in love with Greg, but she was nowhere near ashamed of it. The engagement ring on her finger told anyone that, not to mention the fact she was standing in a dressing room of a chapel about to walk down the aisle and take her vows.
"How are things with Warrick?" Sara questioned. Catherine smiled. She and Warrick had started dating not too soon after Sara and Greg had announced their engagement.
"Really good," Catherine answered, adjusting one of the straps on her bridesmaid dress. Sara grinned.
"So...we going to be seeing a wedding with you two soon?" the brunette queried. Catherine smiled.
"Maybe..."
"Well, just make sure it's either within the next two months or in about a year, because I, unlike my soon to be sister in law, do not feel comfortable being a pregnant bridesmaid." Catherine's eyes went wide.
"Oh my God, you're having a baby?!" Catherine squeaked, excitement covering her entire face. Sara laughed and nodded, trying to keep her balance as the older woman attacked her with a hug. Mary, who had just walked into the room, smiled manically, her eyes sparkling.
"Congratulations," she said once Catherine had her emotions under control.
"Thanks...Sis," Sara replied, loving the ability to call Mary her sister. Mary grinned.
Catherine was beaming as she gently placed a hand on Sara's still flat stomach only to have it slapped away with a laugh from the brunette.
"Have you seen Clara? She gave me her necklace and then disappeared," Helen, Sara's soon-to-be mother in law asked, coming into the room. She smiled approvingly at the brunette. "You look gorgeous Sara. I'm so happy that you and Gregory are going to be married," she added. Sara blushed, giving the woman a hug.
"Thank you Mrs. Sanders," she said. Helen chuckled.
"You can call me mom dear," the older female replied, taking Mary by the arm and dragging her out of the room in search of Clara.
"You're really lucky that you're not only gaining a great husband but also a family like that. It's almost like a fairy tale," Catherine whispered. Sara smiled softly, resting a hand on her still flat stomach.
"I know," was all she said.
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Sara doubted that she would be able to recall ever aspect of the wedding, her mind whirling as she and Greg danced. She remembered saying her vows and kissing her husband. She remembered her new nieces and nephews squealing with excitement. She remembered Mary reaching back and grabbing her mother's hand as the two of them cried. But everything in between was a blur of happiness and excitement.
"What are you thinking about?" Greg whispered, his cheek pressed against hers.
"That I can't believe all this is real. I never thought I would get married Greg... I'm just so ecstatic right now," Sara giggled, nuzzling her nose against his neck. Greg sighed in contentment.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," Sara replied. "What should we call the baby?" she asked out of the blue. Greg burst into gales of laughter, his head thrown back and eyes shining.
"Whatever you want Love, whatever you want."
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Seven months later found Greg and Sara Sanders sitting in a hospital room, their new born daughter cradled in the crook of Sara's arm. Greg swept a finger over the tiny child's cark hair, his eyes softer than Sara had ever seen them.
"I would have never guessed we'd be here if you had asked me where I saw myself two years ago," Greg whispered to his wife, kissing her temple. Sara grinned tiredly.
"You're not the only one," she confessed, yawning slightly. Greg just beamed. "You should call your parents and tell them they have a new granddaughter," she said after a moment's pause. Greg rolled his eyes.
"Oh please, I'd rather call one of my sisters. They'll have the news spread across the country faster than you can say Las Vegas," he smirked. Sara rolled her eyes.
"Well don't call Mary, the poor woman has probably just gotten Derek to sleep. I have a feeling I'm going to understand her irritability at random phone calls very soon," Sara said.
"She'll be alright with this phone call, trust me. Alright now little miss, you be good for your Momma while I go call your Aunt Mary," Greg whispered, kissing his tiny daughter on the forehead before slipping from the room. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket the minute he was in the hall, clicking the speed dial for Mary and Kevin and pressing the receiver to his ear.
"This better be good," a tired female voice that Greg instantly recognized as his sister barked into the phone.
"You have a niece. Melaina Rayne, 6 pounds, three ounces, twenty inches long. Both she and her Momma are doing fine," Greg said into the phone only to hear his sister scream in response.
"Oh Gregory, congratulations! You have to send Kev and I pictures as soon as you get the chance! I'll be sure to call mom and dad and let them know. Oh wow. You really have grown up, haven't you little one?"
"Yeah Mare, I really have," Greg said, leaning against the wall, a smile blooming across his face. "And I sure as hell have a completely new outlook on life."
Fini
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A/N: And there you have it! It is FINISHED! (Applauds self for actually doing this even though she didn't really want to) Sorry if its complete crap or if it moved to fast but the honest fact of the matter is, I barely watch the show anymore and therefore don't really feel like I have the muse I used to.
THANK YOU ALL so much for reading this and sticking with it even though I totally sucked at finishing things this last year. Again, thank you so much for reading, your reviews and everything mean so much to me and I am completely grateful for you taking the time to send me them. Again, really sorry if the finish sucked....I tried....
~Jules