One of the reasons she loved Jamie's apartment so much was for the view. Staring out from the window sill at the city lights gave her a sense of calm. So what if as a little girl she always envisioned her dad walking her down the aisle, giving her away, having him waltz her around for the father/daughter dance. Seeing that proud look of love and approval from his eyes. Didn't every girl dream of that? But her dream had been shattered a long time ago. And so she had written it off, had let it escape from her mind as a coping mechanism. Until now.

In his sleep, Jamie sensed something was missing. Opening his eyes, he stared at the pillow that normally was occupied by his bride-to-be. Sitting up and stretching, he noticed her sitting by the window, bathed in the moonlight, looking like an angel. He winced and was reminded not to call her that in the aftermath of her conversation with her dad.

Wordlessly, he got up and went over to her, placed his hands on her waist from behind and slowly pressed his lips against her soft bare shoulder where her pajama top had fallen down. Eddie inhaled and exhaled deeply.

"One thing he got right. You're more beautiful than ever," he whispered in the quiet of the night.

"Stop it," Eddie smiled at the compliment.

"I'm not gonna stop it…" Jamie teased, snaking his arms around her, moving his lips from her shoulder to venture up her neck with feather-like care.

Eddie pressed her back into his chest, giggling from the tickling sensations. She turned around in his arms and looked him in the eyes.

"You okay?" Jamie asked gently.

"You know what I've been thinking? Our wedding day isn't about my dad. It's about US. You and me. All I want is for ME to walk down that aisle towards YOU. All I need is YOU."

"You got me. And I can't wait!"

He kissed her again, this time on the lips. "Come back to bed," he said in between kisses. He grasped her hand and led the way.