Kelly let out a low whistle as Amber walked out of the bathroom dressed for the wedding.

She laughed, doing a twirl so he could fully appreciate the outfit. The pale blue dress clung to her body in all the right places, the back dipping down to halfway down her back. His fingers cane to trail over the exposed skin for a moment. "You look gorgeous." He grinned. He was a lucky man, there was no denying that.

"You don't scrub up too bad yourself." She smiled, straightening his tie a fraction. There was no denying that he looked good in a suit.

He lifted his hand a fraction as if to cup her face and she quickly swatted him away. "This took hours Kelly. No touching!"

He held his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay." He laughed. "But that rule doesn't apply once the wedding is over, right?" He asked, his voice low in her ear and his fingertips skating over the exposed skin on her back in a way that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Kelly." She warned. "Don't start something you can't finish."

His lips nipped at her neck. "Who says I can't finish it?" He murmured.

She tried to muster some willpower to stop him, knowing full well where this was going if she didn't put a stop to it soon. "My Mom." She sighed, glancing at her watch. "We were supposed to leave five minutes ago."

He lingered for a moment, then lifted his head and put his hands back on her hips. "I'll behave myself." He smirked, seeing the blush on her cheeks. "For now anyway..."

She laughed, rolling her eyes at him before grabbing him by the hand and dragging him out of the bedroom before he could try to protest.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist as he rested his chin on her shoulder. She'd been quiet all afternoon, a distant expression on her face as she'd watched the ceremony. That same expression had crept back in now as she watched the bride and groom dancing.

She leaned back against him, her hands coming to rest over the top of his. "Just thinking about things." She answered non-commital, not sure she wanted to tell him what was actually going on in her head.

"And those things are?" He pushed.

"She looks so happy," Amber mumbled, looking back over at her sister.

"They both do," Kelly agreed. He didn't know Amber's sister Lucy or her new husband Chris particularly well, but he could see from watching them over the last couple of days that they really loved each other.

"I wonder if Jack and I looked that happy." She whispered, talking to herself more than him. "I felt that happy, it felt like we were going to be together forever."

He didn't know what he was supposed to say to that, so instead, he stayed quiet and waited to see if she was going to offer anything else. They still hadn't really talked about Jack, he wasn't sure if she was avoiding talking about him because it would upset her, or because she thought it was going to upset him. Either way, apart from the brief conversation on the beach the night before, he had hardly been mentioned since he'd left Chicago.

He didn't realise she was crying until she drew in a shaky breath and wiped her eyes. "Why don't we go outside and get some air?" He suggested, taking her by the hand and leading her towards the exit.

It was much quieter outside, the majority of the guests were still inside finishing up the food and watching the dancefloor. There were a couple of people outside chatting at the other end of the terrace, but other than that they had it to themselves.

"I'm sorry," She mumbled, trying to wipe her eyes without smudging her make up. "I'm not much fun these days."

He pulled her into his arms again, looking down at her and trying to read her face. "Hey, you don't ever have to apologise," he said softly. "What's going on?"

"I don't know," She mumbled. "It's just...

"It's just..." He encouraged.

"I don't know if I can ever see myself being that happy again... It's like... It's like there's this cloud hanging over everything I do. I love you Kelly, and I want to be that happy with you... I just don't know if I can do it. I'm going to end up screwing it up and that's not fair on you."

"Hey.." He interrupted her before she could go any further. "It's okay." He wasn't sure where all this was coming from, thought maybe they'd finally worked through all this, but maybe not.

"I spoke to Jack this morning." She admitted eventually, looking down and straightening his tie to avoid his eye.

He let out a breath. That would certainly explain this sudden outburst. "And?"

"And I'm supposed to be meeting him at the house tomorrow to pick up the last of my things and get him to sign the divorce papers." She sighed.

"Did he give you a hard time about it?" Kelly asked. He couldn't imagine Jack would've taken too kindly to the suggestion that their marriage was over for good.

Amber shook her head. "No, he didn't actually. I was surprised." She looked back up at him. "I'm not saying that I don't want the divorce, I do. I want to be with you, I'm the happiest I've been in a long time it's just... I don't know how it ended up here." She turned around and pointed to where her sister was dancing with her husband the other side of the glass doors. "Because ten years ago that was me... I was that happy and now he's going to sign this paper and it's all going to be gone."

"Well..." Kelly said slowly, trying to pick his words carefully. "If he didn't give you a hard time about it then maybe he's realised that this is for the best."

"The last time the whole family was together like this, it was my wedding." She admitted. "I feel like they're all looking at me and judging me. I mean I have no idea what Mom told them about Jack and me but it wouldn't have been the truth."

He smiled sympathetically. "Why do you care what they all think? you're happy and that's all that matters."

She didn't get a chance to answer him, being interrupted as the door to the terrace swung open and an older lady walked out and made a beeline for them. "Amber, is that you?"

Amber disentangled herself from Kelly's arms and turned towards the older woman. "Hey, Aunt Margret." She forced a smile, hoping it wasn't too obvious that she'd been crying.

"Oh, it's so good to see you!" Margret grinned, wrapping her niece up in a hug. "I almost didn't recognise you."

"It's been a long time." Amber nodded in agreement.

"Where's that dashing policeman husband of yours?" Margret asked, looking Kelly up and down before turning back to Amber.

Amber shifted uncomfortably. "I thought Mom would've told you, Jack and I split up."

Judging by the look on Aunt Margaret's face her Mom definitely hadn't told her. "Oh, Amber that's terrible. He was such a sweet man. I see you haven't wasted any time moving on." She looked over at Kelly again with thinly veiled disgust. "Poor Jack must be devastated."

"Don't you dare try and blame her." Kelly shot back at her, his voice loud enough that it caused a couple of other people outside to turn and stare at them.

"Kelly, please." Amber pleaded. "Not here."

"I'm at you Amber, I thought you were better than that." Aunt Margaret muttered, shaking her head disapprovingly before turning and going back inside.

Kelly and Amber stood in silence for a moment. Then she wiped her eyes once more and grabbed him by the hand, pulling him towards the door.

"Where are we going?" He asked, looking at her blankly.

"We are going to dance," She answered, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I'm going to forget about Jack and the rest of them, for tonight anyway. I just want to enjoy being here with you. Okay?"

"Okay." He nodded in agreement. "Let's go."

He led her back inside and they quickly mingled with those on the now crowded dancefloor. Her arms wound around his neck as he held her waist and pulled her closer to him. She smiled up at him as they began to sway slowly in time with the music.

"Ugh... what time is it?" Kelly groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes to shield his eyes from the light. His mouth was drier than a desert and his head was pounding.

She laughed, prodding him in the ribs. "Half-past ten... feeling the after-effects this morning are we, Severide?"

He groaned again, pushing himself up into a sitting position. "I haven't had a hangover this bad in years."

She smirked. "Thought you might be." She passed him a glass of water and a couple of Advil. "Doctors orders."

"I didn't think I'd had that much to drink." He muttered, quickly swallowing the tablets.

"Well, you were drinking my drinks too." She reminded him. "Like a true gentleman."

"Ah..." He suddenly remembered sitting at the table with Amber's cousins, who'd kept buying them both shots and Amber swapping her full glass for Kelly's empty one every time her cousin turned away. "That would certainly explain it."

"I don't know if it'll help, but I love you for it." She smiled. It had been much easier than trying to explain the whole addiction thing and why she was trying to give up drinking as well to her cousins that she very rarely saw.

"It helps." He laughed. "What time are we going?"

Amber's stomach flipped nervously at the thought. "I'm supposed to meet Jack at 11... our flight home is at three."

"I'd better get up then," Kelly muttered, bracing himself for what moving was likely to do to his already raging headache.

"Go and shower, it might make you feel a bit better," Amber suggested. "I'll go make some breakfast and meet you downstairs."