April 14th

"And I now pronounce you man and wife," the priest smiled.

Applause rang out as Jack wrapped his arms around his bride and kissed her with all that he had in him. Finally, he and Rose were wedded in holy matrimony.

Life had returned to somewhat normal for Jack and Rose after their return to LA. Emilie and Charles had soon found a house a little ways from Jack's and moved in with the boys, leaving Rose and Jack to themselves.

A week after her rescue, Rose and Jack sat down with Oprah and did an exclusive interview, explaining what had happened to Rose, the discovery of Jack's abused brothers, and The Dawson Home, a home set up for abused teens who needed a place to go. It was Jack's brain child. He had wanted to create homes for battered teens to go to when they needed to escape a bad situation at home. His hope was to have a home in every city in the country, but so far, there was one in LA and another in Eau Claire Wisconsin, close to Chippewa Falls. So far, both homes were successes.

Rose continued planning her wedding and finally the day arrived. She had woken up alone. Jack had spent the day before and the evening with Tommy and Fabrizio, who decided to throw him a bachelor's party. Rose had spent the day and evening with Emilie, Helga, and Trudy, all celebrating the coming wedding. The next morning, it was all make up and hair and fitting into the dress and then she was off down the asle, with her manager, Andrew Thomas, giving her away. Molly was full of tears as Jack and Rose said the vows and pledged their lives to one another.

Cheers rang out and applause filled the room as Jack and Rose Dawson parted, smiling happily at one another. Finally! At last, they were husband and wife! They were one entity and nothing was ever going to come between them again! Not fiancee's or controlling mothers. Not abusive parents from the past. Their future was bright and full of love and joy. They finally were going to have the life that they had always wanted.

...

The reception was fully underway. Jack and Rose were just about at the end of their first dance when Molly's cell phone vibrated. She was tempted to ignore it, but something told her that this could be important. It was best not to miss it. She answered the call and listened, at first with a frown, then her eyes lit up, just as Jack and Rose approached, finished with their dance.

"Business Molly? I thought that you were taking the day off," Jack frowned.

"Sorry, sonny. Some things can't be put off and I think you'll be happy that I did pick up. It's the prosecutors office in Chippewa Falls. They have news," She handed the phone to Jack.

He frowned, kind of resenting the intrusion on the one day where they weren't even going to be thinking about the case. But that resentment vanished as he listened and a bright grin found it's way on his lips. He turned to Rose and nearly laughed.

"Yes, yes. Thank you so much, this is good news indeed! Yes, I'll tell you! You take care sir. Goodbye," Jack hung up and then loudly whooped as he picked Rose up and twirled her around in the air, laughing happily.

"Jack! Stop!" Rose laughed, wondering what the prosecutor had just told Jack to make him so happy.

"Good news Rose! Good news!" Jack sat her back down and gripped her hands in his. "They're both guilty on all counts, including the murder of my father!"

"What? Really?" Rose's eyes widened. "Have they been sentenced yet?"

"Not yet, but because of my father's murder...well, I don't know how you feel about the death penalty, but it's on the table."

"And you're happy about that? I mean...Jack, she's still your mother."

"No, Molly is my mother. Laura is just...the woman that gave birth to me. A distant relative at best. And I'm not actually happy that she can got the death penalty, but I'm happy that she's going to be punished for what she and her sick boyfriend did to you and my father. That they're not getting away with any of it. This is the best wedding gift if there ever was one," Jack shrugged, not really feeling anything when it came to the idea of Laura getting the chair or a lethal injection. He usually wasn't for the death penalty, but the anger he felt towards that woman...he couldn't regret it either.

Rose for her part was concerned. Jack was usually a sweet, kind, forgiving soul. But that woman had indeed hurt him far too much and he just couldn't bring himself to feel mercy towards her. But someday, he may feel sad about how things had gone and she was going to be there for him when he did. "I'm here for you. You know that, right?"

"Of course. Never was a moment when I didn't. That's why I adore you."

"Well I for one need some champagne," Molly chuckled, also glad that Albert's death didn't go unpunished.

Rose smiled as Jack lead the way back to their seats. She sighed and looked over to the right to catch her mother's eye. After much thought, she had finally invited her mother to the wedding, but only after all the preparations were done. Her mother had still been pessimistic about her going through with the wedding, but that was okay. Rose wasn't trying to prove anything to her. She had just wanted her mother there.

"I can't believe she came," Jack pulled out her chair for her.

"I know. I was sure that she would refuse once she found that everything was already taken care of," Rose took her seat.

"How is your relationship with her these days? They can't be any worse than mine are with Laura."

"It's okay. I do my thing and she does hers. I think we are both satisfied that way," Rose smiled, gripping his hand in hers and kissing his fingers. "Will you draw me later...in our room?"

"Sure. If you want."

"I do. And then we can go on to Santa Monica!"

Jack just laughed. "I was thinking more Bahamas. We can go to Santa Monica anytime."

"Actually, we can go anywhere, anytime," Rose winked with a giggle. "Oh it doesn't matter where we go. Just as long as we're together."

"Well that is a guarantee, Rosie."

Rose smiled and leaned into a sweet tender kiss. She sighed as she heard the sound of her heart, beating in rhythm with his own. It was like music. He was her music. There was not a question of that. The song that she had written for him so long ago was exactly how it was for them. Together they were music. There was nothing more to be said about that.

(A/N: So ends another story. Sadly, this chapter wasn't as I hoped it would be, but I can't go any further:( But at least there will be no more danger and drama for this version of Jack and Rose. They will live happily ever after:) Thank you for all the reviews, favs, and follows and for reading:) It really meant a lot to me. I had fun writing this story and I hope you had fun reading it:) )