Hey guys! Last chapter! I know I've taken forever and I know you've heard all the excuses from everyone and blah blah blah. Check out my other story "That Was Us", I'll try to update occasionally, and I might have a new Jason McCann on the way? Who knows?

Thanks for all the support/reviews/smiles/okay time to shut up.

I've switched to Jason's point of view for this final chapter…

They hurried up with the wedding. I guess after all this time you wouldn't fuck around with stuff like this.

Leah and Julia got on really well with Sara. They bonded over their similar love of weddings and all things fancy and white. It was a simple wedding, as far as weddings go. Leah and I sat together and she cried when they kissed. I wanted to hold her but she's supposed to be my adopted sibling so in public we have to maintain sibling boundaries. But then whenever we get back to the house I tear off all her clothes and make sure she forgets Amelia, at least for a little while.

The whole wedding, to me, was a tease. Leah was wearing a blue dress with a neckline that showed off just enough cleavage to make me unbelievably horny the entire time. But every time I tried to snake my hand up her skirt she swatted me away, mouthing "later". And so I thought that meant maybe after the whole church shit was over. But instead it meant after the reception, or whatever the fuck you call it.

Julia caught the bouquet, which I'm pretty sure freaked Sanders out. They're an interesting couple. They fight a lot more than Leah and I do, but Sanders told me that it just makes sex better since she gets so apologetic. He said I should try it with Leah, but we already have and I don't really want to fight with her anymore. Fighting takes up precious energy, if you know what I'm saying.

We've been living in the new digs for about three months now. It's not bad. Every night I sneak into the Leah and Julia's room and then Julia will go into the room I share with Sanders. We try to keep it consistent that way. Then we get up and switch back before Sara sees. It's not horrible pretending to be Leah's sibling, because in public I'll squeeze her butt or when we're in semi-private I'll start foreplay and easily beat her feeble attempts to fight me off. She's funny that way, acting like she doesn't want it.

"Jason, stop," she says when I run my foot up her leg at a table. I taste well-prepared food in my mouth but all I want to taste is her.

I grin back at her and she rolls her eyes, though playfully.

Finally after the hundredth time of me rubbing my feet against hers under the table she nods and we walk away from the reception, which is being held outside in a huge white tent. I don't understand the obsession with white weddings these days, as if girls are still virgins when they get married. Maybe some of them are. Sara wasn't though, that I know from the self-satisfied smiles she and Johnson share at breakfast most mornings, the smile of banging all night and just getting enough sleep.

Leah and I walk to the lake nearby. She slips off her shoes and I do the same, though I know it wrecks my suit ensemble. I look fucking awesome in a suit. Like James Bond or some shit. I should be in some high-speed car chase right now, not attending a wedding. Well, leaving a wedding.

Leah's really beautiful. Her hair is messy brown and her eyes are this wicked intense color that seems to switch from gray to blue depending on the lighting. She still runs a lot, she's really wiry and athletic and her muscles are defined but she's still skinny and small. We wade into the water. It's July, the water is warm. Her hair is piled on top of her head in a nice bun type of thing, with some of her hair still hanging down. It looks nice, but I prefer when she's not wearing any clothes. I start to zip her dress down but she shakes her head. "Jason, we're not that far away from everyone," she says, looking up at my innocently, which just makes me more hot for her.

I kiss her gently on the lips, feeling her melt into me. I fight the typical feeling to unzip her dress more, running my hands along her smooth, pale back. Instead we interlock our fingers. Her hand is warm and tiny and sometimes I forget even holding hands with her is nice. We have sex a lot, in case you couldn't tell. But I like to think we're dimensional.

It's mid-afternoon and the sun is high in the sky. I'm alive and my brother isn't, but his life was all about crime. I don't know if I'll ever go back to bombing. I don't know what circumstances will bring it back, if it does at all. All I know is I'm wading in the water with my hot girlfriend on a summer day.

"I love you, Jason," she says. Sometimes I can see her wild, racing thoughts behind her eyes. This isn't one of those times.

"I love you too," I say, letting the words take away everything else that I was thinking of. I hook a piece of her hair behind her ear. It's rougher than when I first met her. She spends her days outside and it's streaked with lighter brown pieces, and it feels like the sun has had its way with her. Just like I have. All the time...sorry.

And I know, standing there with her, that nothing's perfect, nothing is ever the way you plan it. I heard something about best laid plans once, but I'm not one for reading. Anyway, about the perfect thing, it's decent to get close. And close with Leah? It's just about There.