I slapped his bare ass cheek as hard as I could.

It was his fault for lying outside the covers. It was just too tempting. What else was I supposed to do?

"Wakey, wakey. It's time for you to get up," I told Brady, who just hooked his arm around me and pulled me underneath him, grumbling.

"I can't understand a word you're saying, Brady."

"I said, 'fuck off and stop feeling me up when I'm in a vulnerable state', you bitch."

I laughed and hit his shoulder. He ran his hand over his face before propping himself up on his elbows. "Morning, beautiful," he said softly, his eyes still half lidded from sleep.

"Sleep well?" I asked and he nodded and buried his face into my neck. I ran my hands along his back and shoulders. "You sleep like a baby. I swear, if a burglar ever comes in our house in the middle of the night, I'd never be able to wake you up."

"Who cares? I love sleep. As long as they don't steal you, I'm not bothered." He yawned again.

"Eurgh – Brady! You just dribbled on me!" I tried to push him off and he just laughed loudly, licking up my neck. "You are such a dog!"

He laughed and then sat up on his knees, his fingers digging into my sides.

I thrashed about and tried to get out of his grip but Brady is just too strong.

"No! No, Brady!" I squealed and he grinned down at me, tickling me relentlessly. "Brady, stop it!"

"What was that, baby?" he said, his fingers easing up.

"Stop it!"

"Err," he started to tickle me again and I tried desperately to claw at his hands.

"I'm sorry! Okay? I'm sorry!"

He let me take hold of his hands, grinning. "When will you ever learn to stop these wolf and/or dog jokes?"

I just glared at him, our fingers sliding through the others. He put our hands above my head and leant down to kiss my cheek.

His fingertips found the engagement ring on my finger and he looked up at it, gently twisting it round.

"We're twenty-four, Brady. You're gonna have to stop tickling me at some point."

He smiled down at me. "No way. Not a chance in hell. Tickling is my second best way to get you to do what I want."

I laughed at him. "Oh really? And what's the first thing?"

"The first way to get you to do as I say is to seduce you with my sexy body."

I laughed even louder and he glared at me. "Really?"

"Yes," he replied. "Usually I'll strip and then your mind's too full of how hot I am to think of anything, so you usually do what I want. What I want is usually sex, so you probably don't realise or remember."

I stared at him with raised eyebrows.

"I think you're deluding yourself, Brady."

"Nope." He shook his head firmly. "Works every time. You just don't notice because you're too enrapt in my good looks. But I'm already naked and I was laying down and I'm too lazy to get up and put effort into seducing you, which is why I went to plan b – tickling."

"See, if you were really so 'seductful' and sexy then you wouldn't have to put any effort in. You being naked should make me woozy and incapable to do anything that you didn't want me to do, without you having to get up. Your 'good looks' clearly aren't working as well as they used to."

His eyebrows rose this time, and he leant down closer, seemingly intrigued. "Oh, is that so?"

"Yep. Although I would like to know what it is you would have done if you did have the energy."

"I would have done my sexy, seducing, stripper dance, of course."

"Oh wow. I wish I could have seen that. Can't believe I missed it," I said sarcastically and he bared his teeth in a sexy little growl.

"You won't be making fun off me next time I start the stripper dance, Zoë. Trust me."

I giggled and he leant down, brushing his nose against mine.

"I'll look forward to it."

He grinned and inched closer a little, his lips a hair away from mine.

"You're so mean to me."

"Oh, stop moaning and kiss me."

His grin widened and he pulled away. "Sorry, no can do. I have work today."

I glared at him and sat up. He smirked. "I hate you."

"What?" he said innocently. "I thought you didn't want this sexy piece of ass?"

I rolled my eyes at him and grabbed his hand back. "You'll be back for one though, right?" he nodded. "Good. Please don't be late back."

He smiled and pushed my hair behind my ear. "I don't want to have to go in either." He leant over and kissed my forehead before getting up and walking to the door.

"Brady!" I called, angry. He turned round, still smirking. "Get back here and freaking kiss me!"

He just winked and walked off to the bathroom.

"Jerk!" I shouted down the hall after him before getting up and getting changed. I tried to sort my hair out but gave up half way through. I can do that later.

My hair is a lot less crazy than it used to be, but it's still a mess of curls. Brady seems to be so fond of it though, so I keep it long. It was much less hassle when I had it short, but he seems to be able to amuse himself for hours by just playing with it. I don't pretend to understand what goes on in that little head of his.

I hopped downstairs as Brady went into the shower and I started making him breakfast. I don't usually make him breakfast, I'm not exactly material for a housewife, but today's a special day.

Today is our wedding day.

Brady came down stairs, rubbing his head with a towel before chucking into the washing basket by the door leading to the garage. He buttoned up his shirt as he came towards me.

"For me?" he asked cutely. I smiled and he grinned. "Thank you, you didn't have to."

"You're running late, and I'm not in today."

He leant down and kissed my head. "Thank you," he said again, sitting down.

"You're not gonna kiss me properly, are you?"

He shook his head, trying to hold down that smug grin. "Not until you admit I'm irresistible."

"You're such an idiot," I said, laughing, and he just shrugged and sat there happily stuffing his face.

I sat there and watched him, smiling as I drank my black coffee.

"You not eating?" he asked and I shook my head.

"I feel a bit sick."

He turned to me, his eyes scrutinising my face worriedly. "I can take the day off work; call in sick. It's not like I ever have days off ill for me, anyway..."

I waved him off. "No, no. It's nothing bad, don't worry."

He still looked unsure.

"Brady, I'm fine."

"But you'll call me if you feel any worse?"

"Yes."

"Promise?"

"I'm fine."

"Promise."

I glared at him over my coffee. "Fine. I promise if I feel ill then I'll call you."

"Good."

When he finished and put the plates and everything in the dishwasher, I followed him to the door just as Collin knocked.

"What are you doing here?" Brady asked him, opening the door with a cute little frown on his face.

"Charming. What a lovely way to greet your best friend."

Brady rolled his eyes as Collin grinned happily and pushed past, coming to stand next to me, wrapping his arms round my waist.

"Seriously, what are you doing here? You're never up this early."

"I'm here to sleep with your fiancé. We've been having a secret affair for some time now. I usually come when you're gone but you appear to be late today. Oh, well. I couldn't keep up the lying. I wanted to tell you ages ago, but this little minx wouldn't let me."

Brady looked at his best friend with totally disbelieving and bored eyes.

"Right."

I laughed as Brady pulled me out of Collin's arms. "I'm too irresistible for you to ever want to cheat on me, right?" he asked and I pressed my lips together, pretending to think hard about it.

I turned my head up to him and he was looking down at me with raised eyebrows. "Nope."

"Fine! No more kisses for you. You're gonna have to go all day without one now."

I pouted but he shook his head at me.

"It's fine, Zo," Collin said. "I'll kiss you as much as you like today."

He winked at me and Brady glared, pulling my back against his chest, wrapping his arms around my shoulders so they were crossed at my chest. I placed my hands over his forearms, playing with the hairs on his arms.

"Why don't you get your own girl to kiss instead of trying to steal mine?"

"Too much effort to just have the one. They always get so clingy. I like having lots of girls to... kiss."

Brady rolled his eyes.

"You're such a slut, Collin."

He laughed and grinned happily, leaning against the wall casually. "Oh, don't be so mean!"

I shook my head at him then patted Brady's arms. "You should get going."

He slid his arms down to my waist. "You're not trying to get rid of me, are you?" He brought his lips dangerously close to my lips, teasing me. I tilted my head back to try and touch mine to his, but he chuckled in my ear and then nuzzled his face into my neck.

"Mmm, nearly," he mumbled, kissing my shoulder and neck.

I pushed him away playfully and he grinned.

"Love you," he said, kissing my forehead.

"Love you too. See you later."

"One o'clock."

"Don't be any later."

He kissed my head one last time before slipping out the door.

"Where's my kiss? Love you too, Brady!" Collin called sarcastically. I waved to Brady then shut the door, turning to Collin with wide, petrified eyes.

He brought his finger to his lips then pointed the door Brady had just disapeared out of, then pointed to his ear.

Shh, Brady hear. Right

"So, got any food?" he said casually, walking through to the kitchen. He rooted through the fridge for about five minutes as I stood there, biting my nails.

"Okay, he's out of hearing distance."

"OH MY GOD. I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M DOING THIS. THIS IS THE BIGGEST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE!" I screeched immediately afterwards. "I can't believe I'm doing this! Is this lying? I didn't think of it as that but I think it's lying, isn't it? This is only going to go wrong!"

Collin turned to me, only a little bit alarmed.

"Here, have a muffin."

I smacked the baked good straight out of his outstretched hand and he looked at it in horror.

"THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR CAKE, COLLIN!"

He let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. "I knew you'd do this. That's why I came round."

"What the hell am I going to fucking do? I can't call it off now! Everyone but him will know!"

"You're not calling it off, and you're not making a mistake," Coll said calmly as he pushed me into a seat. "Here, have some orange juice. I think I'm gonna make waffles."

"COLLIN!"

He put his hands up in surrender, fighting down the laugh. "I was just kidding! Jesus, woman. Now I know why you're panicking about him not wanting to marry you…"

"COLLIN!"

He smiled and placed his hands over my shaking ones. "It'll go perfectly, Zo. You know it will. Everything with you two always works out perfectly."

I started to hyperventilate.

"What if he doesn't want to though? What the hell am I even going to say to him? I really haven't thought this through!"

"Just wing it. It'll go fine."

"Oh, yes. Wing it. Great idea," I spat sarcastically and he rolled his eyes at me. " 'Oh, hi Brady. You know how we're engaged? Well, I've got something funny to tell you about that; I've planned a whole fucking wedding for today and didn't even fucking tell you!"

The doorbell went and I looked up, panicking that it was Brady.

"Fuck!"

Collin shook his head. "Oh no, that was me. I knew you'd freak so I called in the big guns."

He smiled happily and skipped off to the front door. He returned a few minutes later, an elderly woman tucked underneath his arm.

"Maggie!" I almost started crying at the sight of Brady's grandmother.

"See. Told you she was a wreck."

"Why is there muffin on the floor?" she asked and Collin just looked at her.

She nodded and patted his arm before walking over to me, opening her arms. I fell into them like a baby.

"It'll be fine! Stop worrying. You know Brady loves you more than anything, he'll be more than thrilled at all of this that you're doing for him."

"What if he doesn't want to get married?" I mumbled, taking in her wonderful typical grandmother smell.

"If he didn't want to marry you, he wouldn't of proposed, would he?" she said and Collin snorted as he started pulling out the waffle maker. So he wasn't kidding.

"But what if he doesn't want to get married today?"

"He will. Trust me, I know that boy and you can tell from the way he looks at you that he can't wait to marry you."

I pulled back and ran my hands over my face.

"What the hell am I even doing? How did I even get into this?"

She rolled her eyes and slapped my hands away. "Oh, shush. You're going to make him so happy. Now, go in the shower or bath and relax. I don't want to see you for at least forty-five minutes. I'm going to call the girls and we're going to fix you up – we can't have you walking down the aisle looking like that can we?"

I started to hyperventilate again and she shoved me out of the room, starting to tell Collin off for not making waffles correctly.

She loves Collin so much. If she could have him as a grandson, then she would. She loves all of the guys. And they're all equally as obsessed with her. Granny Mag is undoubtedly the best old woman I have ever met.

I have to admit when we first met we… didn't see eye to eye. She was always scared that I was trying to steal her baby boy away and in return I was never that fond of her. We used to bicker quite a lot. But then at some family thing Brady dragged me to we both got really drunk and sat at the back, bonding over our love for him and we've been pretty much inseparable since.

I showered and was back downstairs by the time the girls were arriving. They all screeched and jumped on top of me.

"Be careful! We don't want any broken bones. Waffles anyone?"

"This is all your fault," I told Moose as she helped me up.

"What is?" she said, still laughing. Didn't she understand the seriousness of this situation?

"This wedding. If you hadn't of given me the freaking idea..."

She just grinned and shrugged.

I don't even know how this started!

It was all about three months ago. Brady was in one of his cute, emotional, lovey dovey moods (he gets these a lot and they're always so adorable) and he was just hugging me tightly and said, I quote, "I can't wait to marry you. I can't wait to call you my wife. I want to marry you tomorrow." And, well, that sort of planted a little seed into my mind…

I was just casually talking about weddings with Moose, when she suggested that I ring up and find out how much the service would cost. Me and Brady have been engaged since we were twenty, so we really should have been looking it up anyway. It didn't seem a big deal. But then the bloke said that they'd had a cancellation for three months time. The anniversary of our imprinting date. Moose, whose a bit of a softy for romance now, started screaming about how cute it was and decided that we had to get married then. So, with Moose practically holding a knife to my throat, I made an appointment to go in and discuss it with them.

But then I was faced with the problem of telling Brady, and I just didn't know how to tell him. Like I said, we'd been engaged for four years and we hadn't really gotten started on the actual wedding aspect of our engagement. We were just… content. Everything's been so great and honestly, a bit of a whirlwind. There was never a time that we stopped and thought 'we should plan a wedding', because we were just fine the way we were. We were soul mates; we didn't need some certificate to prove our love.

But we were engaged for a reason, right? And I knew it meant something to him, it always has, and he was obviously starting to think about it, even if I hadn't been.

Then Moose came up with the bright idea that I should keep it as a surprise for him, as an anniversary gift – I swear, it's just Seth rubbing off on her. Naturally, being the total unromantic, I didn't see the point. But she was totally adamant that he would love it. And then Moose reminded me how Brady panics. Like, I'm freaking out now but I could tell that trying to organise something would just make him stressed. He acts like such an old woman sometimes and I just couldn't imagine him trying to organise it. And, honestly, we both really didn't want something big. We weren't the 'big white wedding' sort. So a small, surprise, out of the blue wedding would suit us perfectly, right?

Right?

I thought so. She thought so. Maggie thought so.

Now I don't think so.

I got Collin in on the secret a couple of weeks ago. I didn't want the whole pack to know because then Brady might find out when they phased, but Collin's promised not to phase at the same time, and their patrols aren't scheduled to cross paths anymore.

He thought it was a good idea. Apparently Brady has been thinking about marriage a lot more lately, according to the others. I guess it's only to be expected. Rachel, Kim and Emily in the past two years have all given birth. For Kim and Rachel, this wasn't their first child either. Plus, all the imprinted couples, bar Moose and Seth, are married.

We haven't talked about kids that much. We both want them, I know that, but I guess we just don't see ourselves as parent material just yet. We still muck about like kids, I can't imagine us raising our own. I do really want to have Brady's kids, though. But we've only been living together for three years. I think we should just spend time together, just us, before we have kids. Brady had been badgering for me to move in with him since he got his own place when he was eighteen, but I just kept putting it off. I just felt so bad leaving my mom. After everything that had happened I just couldn't face leaving her alone.

But after a year of Brady pretty much living at our house once we were engaged, Dean all but packed my bags and dragged me out. Dean and Brady are pretty much best friends how. Brady asked for Dean's 'permission' to marry me before he proposed, and for some reason Dean now thinks the sun shines out of his ass. I thought it was stupid, but Brady said it had to be done. Although it is such an old-fashioned tradition that is seldom done now, it was kind of cute, I guess. Dean and I still bicker a lot, but we've definitely gone back to how we were… before. It took a while before I think I truly forgave him, but I love him so much. And I know I can trust him with my life. Which meant that I could trust him with my mom.

"Oi," Maggie said, pulling my finger out of my mouth. "Stop biting your nails, I'm giving you a manicure."

"Ooh! Can you do mine next?" Kat squealed, and Mag smiled.

"Of course, dear. You go help Collin with those waffles. I think I can smell burning."

Kat grinned and bounded into the kitchen, waggling her eyebrows at him. Maggie adores Kat because she reminds her of herself when she was younger. Brady gags every time she says that. He doesn't like to think of her in any other way than a sweet, innocent old woman. Maggie is in no way innocent.

Maggie wants Kat and Collin to get together. Well, they've been together copious amounts of times, but she wants them in a relationship. They're both quite free and laid back people when it comes to sex and relationships, so I can see what Maggie is getting at. They get on really well and I could see them being together. Ever since we went to some stupid party when we were fifteen and Collin and Kat spent the whole night with their tongues down the others throat, they've had this on-off relationship. I think they're cute together, but at the moment they just like the sex. And they're good friends, considering they spend so much time together due to Brady and I, so I think when they're older and have settled down a bit, then maybe they'll get together. They're always flirting, though, and it can get a little bit sickly at times.

God, I remember that night. Me and the girls all hacked off your hair. Brady is still a nervous wreck whenever I go to the hairdressers.

I smiled and looked over to Nicks.

She survived. It was truly like, the biggest miracle. The doctors really didn't think she'd pull through. But she did. She was a fighter. I knew she would pull through. We need her too much. She always thought that she depended on us too much but that was nothing compared to how much we needed her, and she never realised how much we did need her. She was so strong, you know? She kept going, kept battling, even though her own parents deserted her and gave up. Before I have children I want to have the inner strength that she has.

Unfortunately, horror struck about five years after she pulled through and kicked kidney cancer's butt. Nicola was diagnosed with breast cancer.

It just doesn't make sense, you know?

How can that even happen? How can one person get it twice? How is that fair?

She's determined though. She'll pull through again, I know it. When she first broke the news to us, it broke all of our hearts to have to watch her go through it all again. She'd only just got her life back before she was thrown head first back into the daily struggles of cancer and chemotherapy. We were afraid, at first, that she'd just give up. Kick back and let it take it's toll. We all saw how the light in her eyes seemed to fade when she was going through the worst of it through the first lot. But that was before Gerardo. He's five years her senior and an absolute doll.

He's Italian.

He moved over here just as Nick was getting her life back on track and he fell head over heels in love with her.

Brady, at first, wouldn't even let me near Gerardo, due to him being Italian and me having a bit of a thing for Italian men. Luckily, he eventually gave in. And due to his ability to speak Italian, those two will more often than not converse in the foreign language just because they know we can't understand a word they're saying. Well, Brady pretends he's doing it just to tease me and wind us all up, however, I know that he really does it because he knows I find it so sexy. You should hear it. He puts on the most beautiful little accent that literally makes me start to giggle like a schoolgirl whenever he says anything in Italian.

Hmm, I might get him to speak Italian when he's showing me that stripper dance he seems to have.

Wait, where was I?

Oh, yes, Nick and Gerardo. Right.

They're adorable together. She wouldn't let him in to begin with. She was so insecure and she just didn't believe that this Italian beauty would want anything to do with frail, ill, little Nicola. But he stayed by her side throughout everything. When she was diagnosed the second time round, she tried to break up with him because she said that she couldn't stand to put him through having to care for her, see her like that and watch her die. She didn't want to hold him back.

I guess after her parents betrayed her, she was just giving him an excuse to leg it before he did so on his own accord and broke her heart even more. But he didn't leave. He supported her a hundred percent, even when she didn't want him there.

He put that spark back in her eyes.

"Stop it, you annoying little woman!" Maggie snapped, smacking me upside the head as I went to bite the nail she just painted.

"Sorry!"

I took a deep breath and she looked up at me. "What is it?"

"I got a letter from his mom last week. She 'regrets to inform me that they won't be able to make it'. To her son's wedding."

Mags pursed her lips together. "That daughter of mine doesn't know what she's doing. There will come a time when she'll regret so greatly. She'll wish she spent every living moment with him while she could."

I sighed and looked up at her. "I just don't get it."

She shook her head before turning her attentions back to my nails.

"If Brady asks, then I was too unorganised and didn't give them enough time to book a flight over here to catch the wedding, okay?"

She continued to paint. "I was under the impression that you didn't lie."

I groaned loudly and smacked my forehead with my hand in aggravation – careful not to smudge the nails.

"I don't! See – all this sneaking around has gotten to me."

"Oh, shut it," Annie groaned. "You're overreacting."

I groaned loudly. "What if he's angry at me? What if he wanted to organise it all? What if he had a specific way he wanted the wedding to go?"

Collin sat down on the sofa, sprawled out as he stuffed his face with waffles, the plate in his hands piled high.

"Seriously, will you ever shut up? I have never in my life heard you panic so much."

I glared at him. "This is serious. This can go seriously wrong!"

"Yeah but will it though?" he asked. "No. 'Cos this is Brady. Brady who has been following you around for the past, like, ten years and is so completely obsessed and in love with you that even if you asked him to go down the aisle in a dog costume, he'd do it, wagging his tail happily."

Ava began to rub some moisture lotion shit into my face as Babs massaged this conditioning gunk into my wet hair, Maggie now putting the finishing touches on my nails.

"What if he gets held up at work? I told him to hurry home but when if they ask him to do over time? You know he can't say no!"

"It's fine," Moose said. "I have it sorted. Seth's picking him up. Just relax."

I nodded and started to take deep breaths.

I love Moose and Seth. Like I'd thought, they were just great friends for so long. Although it doesn't take a genius to work out something was going on behind closed doors. Moose surprisingly got very embarrassed about it all, but after quite a lot of pestering at the age of eighteen she admitted that they'd shared their first kiss. Officially, they're still 'just friends'. Although if you go round his house after eight I'm pretty sure she will be there every single night. They're just adorable. They're all cutesy and flirty and awkward, even now. But they rely on each other so much, which gives away that their relationship has developed beyond friendship emotionally, as well as phsyically. Like, for example, the way they speak for each other. They will always answer things for the other, or just automatically say 'we' when they're talking, and the other won't bat an eyelid because that's exactly what they would have said. It's not just that they can finish each other's sentences; they act like they are one.

Kat shoved a plate under my nose. "Waffle for the bride?"

"I'm gonna be sick."

Babs pushed my shoulders down as I covered my mouth with my hands, my eyes on the bathroom door.

"Oh, be quite. You'll be fine."

I took some more deep breaths. "Can you die from over panicking?"

She rolled her eyes. "Shut up."

"I don't have a clue how I'm going to tell him."

"You could start with 'We're getting married today'," Ava said dryly as she slapped my cheeks, finishing with the gunk she was applying.

"Why the hell am I doing this?"

"Calm down, Zo," Babs said as she continued to do stuff to my messy head of curls. "Everyone gets pre-wedding jitters. Yours just feels a bit worse because this is a surprise for him. But trust us, he'll love it."

I wasn't so sure.

God, this could end up being so embarrassing.

"Right. I'm gonna go let the rest of the guys in on the secret," Collin said casually as he headed for the door. I nearly had a heart attack.

"But then more people will know if it goes wrong!"

He smiled at me. "Everything will be fine." I shook my head at him and he just rolled his eyes at me. "Will you be able to handle her?"

"We've got it covered. You go to your little friends. Tell that Paul I said hi!" Maggie said, pushing him to the front door.

I groaned and Collin winked at me before slipping out the door.

I love Collin dearly. He's great. But I fucking need him right now and I did not want him to go tell the pack. They would literally never let me live it down if Brady rejected me or if this went wrong.

"COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

He just giggled and tiptoed down my driveway.

"You're really annoying me now," Ava said. "It'll be fine. We need something to occupy your mind…"

And they tried. They tried so hard. And I had loads of last minute things to organise, but I just couldn't keep my mind off worrying about all this.

What if he doesn't want a small wedding? What if he wants a big white wedding? You can only get married once. Unless you marry someone else – which I don't think will be happening.

Maybe it will. Maybe this will put him so completely off me and he'll go find someone else.

No. I'm being stupid. I know I'm being stupid. We've been together for ten years. He imprinted on me. We're in love.

It's fine. It's all great.

"Brady should be here soon, we better get hiding," Babs said, looking at her watch.

"YOU WHAT?"

Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. I'm going to die. I repeat – I'm going to die.

By now my panicked screeches don't even seem to be affecting them. They just ignore me.

"Right, we're gonna hide upstairs while you tell him the big news –" I let out a cross between a sob and a whimper. "And then once you have, Seth's taking him to Collin's, where the suit is, and we're doing your make up while Moose goes to get your mom and the dress."

I started to bang my head against the wall but they all told my off and reminded me that I'd have to get married with a massive red forehead.

They started to tidy up and get their things packed away so that Brady wouldn't see when he came in and get suspicious. I tried not to tell them that it was pointless, that he could still smell it all, and that he would be able to hear them all no matter where they hide. His super powers (as he likes to call them) are really annoying.

"Don't leave me," I whispered, latching my hands round Annie's arm. She flicked me in the face. Hard.

I was still rubbing my forehead when he pulled into the drive. They all giggled as they hurried upstairs.

I don't think I've ever dreaded seeing Brady before.

He unlocked the door and looked up, his eyebrows pulled together a bit. Even I could still hear them laughing upstairs. So much for him not knowing they were there.

He walked towards me, smiling, and he slowly wrapping his arms around my waist.

"What's going on?" he asked as he nuzzled my cheek and neck, his fingers finding my almost tamed hair instantly. "I like your hait."

I pressed my hands against his chest in hope that they'd stop shaking.

"Do you… erm… wanna… do something tonight?"

His looked at me in confusion but nodded, kissing my neck. It was awfully distracting.

"Sure. Did you wanna go out for a meal or something?"

"Err… I was thinking maybe something else?"

He nodded and shrugged. "Whatever you want, baby," he said, stroking my hair out of my face as he pulled away slightly, staring into my eyes. "You look really beautiful today."

"Do you… umm… would you marry me?"

He smiled in confusion. "What?"

"Would you marry me?" I repeated and he picked up my left hand, turned it round and put it in front of my face.

"Err, I already beat you to that question, love."

I stared at the ring. It was such a beautiful ring. I've never gotten over how beautiful it is. It's perfect and I've never seen a nicer one. I could barely even accept it because it looked so nice – I knew I'd probably lose it or somehow break it. I don't know how much it was, or how long he spent saving up for it. I suppose that's one thing we didn't do after we rushed into our first time together, we've never rushed anything since. How long did it take for us to actually get together together? And then it was four years till he proposed, a year till I moved in, we haven't even thought about kids…

It was time for me to take the bull by the horns and speed this shit up.

Right?

I think I'm gonna be sick.

"A couple months ago you said you wanted to get married soon…" I continued to just stare at the ring and he cocked his head to the side slightly, his hand covering mine as he lowered it. "Do you want to marry me… today?"

He laughed. "Yes please."

I looked into his eyes.

The mirth slipped from his eyes as they clouded with confusion.

He stared at me and I just stared back, my hand gripping his with a death grip as I tried not to panic.

Oh god.

He wasn't speaking.

He wasn't saying anything.

Oh my god.

I've fucked it up, haven't I?

"Are you kidding?" he whispered, confused. I bit on my tongue, too terrified to speak. I shook my head negatively.

He shook his head in disbelief, his eyebrows pulled together as he stared at me, still so freaking confused.

"I don't – I don't understand."

"I sort of… planned a wedding. I was hoping you'd come. You're sort of the groom," I tried to joke but it just fell flat as he stared at me blankly.

Why do I always make stupid lame jokes when I get nervous? This is just so embarrassing.

If he didn't have super wolf skin then I would have pierced because of the pressure I was putting on his hand with my nails as I squeezed his hand tightly. I didn't mean to, I was just clinging on to him for dear life. Oh god, I hope I don't mess the manicure up. Maggie would kill me.

What the hell am I even going on about?

I always go off on stupid tangents.

"Groom?" he repeated slowly and I could have just started crying on the spot if it wouldn't have been even more embarrassing.

I nodded quickly.

"Today?"

I nodded again.

"To you?"

"Preferably."

He started laughing.

Oh shit. I think I've driven him mad. I hope he doesn't kill me.

"Are you kidding?" he repeated, laughing joyously.

I nodded cautiously.

He swept down, wrapping his arms around me and picking me up, spinning around. "Are you fucking kidding me, Zo?"

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders quickly.

Hugging is good. I like hugging. Hugging is safe. Hugging means he doesn't want to kill me.

"Nope."

"I don't understand," he said, smiling. He hugged me tightly against his body, staring intently into his eyes.

"I kind of, took what you said very literally. And I, umm, I planned our wedding. For today." He looked at me with those startled, happy eyes. "Please don't be mad."

"Mad?" he said, shaking his head in bewilderment. "You're so mental!"

"Oh. I'm so sorry."

He gripped the nape of my neck with one hand gently. "I fucking love you, Zoë."

His lips started their decent to mine and I almost attacked his mouth – I've been waiting for that freaking kiss all day!

But then, out of absolutely know where, large tan hands clamped down on our mouths. We both turned in alarm to see Collin and Seth, grinning at us.

I bit down on Collin's finger.

"You son of a bitch!" he said, laughing as he pulled his hand away.

"Were you two in on this too?" Brady asked as he pulled Seth's hand from his mouth.

The two guys turned and grinned at each other.

"Yeah. And 'cos we're the same shape, I had to go to all the freaking tuxedo fittings, so you owe me! Now, come on, we have to go dress you up," Collin said, trying to tug at Brady's arm.

Brady waved him off. "Yeah, one sec."

He pulled me back and went to kiss me, but ended up kissing the palm of Collin's hand again.

"Seriously, Collin!" Brady said in frustration.

"It's bad luck to kiss the bride-to-be before the wedding!"

Seth rolled his eyes at him. "It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding."

"Who cares? Come on, Bradykins."

Collin put his hands over Brady's eyes and started to pull him out.

"Urgh, Collin! Can't I-? Just let me–" Brady tried to pull the hands off his eyes but he couldn't. "Would you please let me talk to," he grinned madly, "To my bride-to-be?"

"No. Come on, loverboy."

"I love you so much, Zoë!" Brady called as he was pulled out the door. "I – I'll see you at the wedding!" he started to get a bit hysterical and I think I heard him giggling. Collin told him off while Seth just grinned at me before shutting the door and following them.

The girls came barrelling down the stairs.

"Oh my god!" Kat screeched as they jumped on me for the second time today. "That was the most adorable thing I've ever seen in my life!"

"We taped the whole thing from the stairs!" Nicola said, grinning.

"Are you sure I can't marry Brady?" Kat asked, taking my hands, staring into my eyes pleadingly. "He is so cute!"

Moose pushed her away and wrapped her arms around me. "Told you it would be fine."

"Oh my god," I said slowly, breathlessly. She pulled back, worried. "I'M GETTING FREAKING MARRIED!"

"You look beautiful."

I turned to see Dean standing here, hands in his pockets as he smiled up at me. I ran at him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

He pulled his hands from his pockets and hugged me back. "I wish mom could see you like this," he whispered and I shoved him away.

"Don't make me cry."

He smiled and pulled a hair off my face that had gotten caught in the lip gloss that had been slapped on my face. Typical. I have no grace.

Crap. What if that happens during the ceremony?

"Where is she, anyway?" I asked as he leant against the wall, rolling his eyes.

"Off seeing Brady."

"What? Should the mother of the bride be with, you know, the bride?"

He shrugged. "Sometimes I think she loves him more as a son than she does me," he said, grinning.

I smiled and leant into his side. "Will you walk me down the aisle?"

He scoffed. "I thought you'd never ask. Paul bet me twenty bucks you'd ask him."

"Where is Paul, too? Why the hell am I all alone in here?"

"He's with Brady too. They're trying to calm him down – apparently he's forgotten how to speak."

I started to laugh. Like, really laugh.

"That is so typically Brady."

He smiled and stoked my arm.

"I'm really happy for you, sis."

I grinned at him.

"How's Lydia?" I sang her name out, teasing.

He rolled his eyes at me as I shoved his stomach lightly.

"Is she here?" I pestered.

"Yes," he grumbled.

"Good."

Dean tried not to blush or anything.

"I can't believe you've been dating for like a year and I haven't met her."

"Seven months, Zo. Hardly a year."

"Oh well, feels like ages. I've spoken to her on the phone, you know?"

"Yes," he replied tightly, holding down his smile. "I know. She said. She told me when you invited her here that you all but threatened her that you had to meet her."

Dean hasn't had a proper relationship since he came back. He hasn't stayed with a girl for more than two months until Lydia came along. I found her number his cell when he left it at moms and I called her up. So what? I'm an annoying sister. I missed out on years of teasing and annoying him, I was making up for it now.

"What?" I asked, laughing. "You're my big brother, I deserve to meet your girlfriend! You used to see Brady like every day."

"That wasn't by choice."

I laughed and hugged him. "You love Brady."

"I'm glad you're marrying him. If it had to be anyone, I'm glad it's him. I still think you're too young to even be dating."

I smiled happily. I was just so happy.

"Are you nervous? Cold feet?" he asked and I shook my head.

"Strangely… no. I just wanna do it, you know? I want to get it done with. I'm sick of all this hanging around. I got all my panicking out of the way this morning."

He laughed loudly. "Moose says you were a bit of a nightmare. Wouldn't stop screaming at them, apparently."

I pursed my lips together. "Well… it wasn't my finest hour, I admit that. I'm not usually so hysterical."

The door opened and Paul walked in, straightening his suit. He was shaking his head as he mumbled.

"That guy, I swear… Why the hell are you marrying him, Zoë? He's a crackpot."

I grinned. "He's cute, though."

Paul rolled his eyes before grinning at me. "I still say you're making a dreadful mistake…" he grinned and I glared at him. He wrapped his arms around the two of us, smiling.

Dean looked at him distastefully. "What the hell has gotten into you?"

Paul just grinned. "Dunno. I think sleep deprivation. I haven't been getting a lot of sleep because of Annabel and Florence. I keep hugging everyone. I couldn't leave Granny Mag alone."

Annabel and Florence are his two daughters, they're twins. And they're the cutest little things I've ever seen. And they already have Paul wrapped round their chubby little baby fingers. Who'd of thought that Paul would turn out to be such a softy? He can't say no to them. He's such a great dad.

He kissed my head then kissed Dean's cheek. Dean shoved his old friend away, rolling his eyes.

"I get to walk her down the aisle, ha ha!"

"You're such a child," I said and he just grinned smugly at Paul, who pulled a face.

"Fine. But we all know I would have done a much better job at it."

Moose and mom came in just as Paul was leaving.

Mom wrapped her arms tightly around me.

"I'm so happy for you, Zoë," she whispered, holding me tight. I smiled and hugged her back.

"I love you, mom."

"I love you too."

Moose grinned at me. "You look great."

"I can't breathe."

She shrugged. "Who needs to breathe?"

I smoothed down the dress. "It doesn't feel right. Wearing a dress, I mean."

I've never felt right wearing dresses, but a wedding dress, no less.

It was about fifty bucks from some random boutique we happened to wander past. When I said this wedding was thrown together quickly, I mean it. It was a bit too small, as well. It was a lace up at the back, but my boobs were still so squished.

"Ready? Brady's just gone out."

I took a few deep breaths and nodded.

"I think you should wait. Make him wait ages, make him panic."

I glared at Moose.

"What? He's so funny when he panics."

"Be nice to my future husband."

She laughed and hugged me. "Does it feel weird to say that?" I nodded vehemently.

"God. I can't believe this is happening. It's all happened so quickly."

She smiled and I took a deep breath. "I love you. Thank you for making me do this. Thank you for everything."

Moose grinned at me, "You're very welcome. I love you too. But we should probably go and find our seats now."

I smiled and mom hugged me one last time before they both went off.

Dean turned to me as we stood in this random little room that the girls had placed me in, waiting for the go-ahead to leave. "I like that friend Collin of yours."

I rolled my eyes. See? I told you everyone does.

"He bet me twenty dollars you'd trip on the way up the aisle."

"Dean! That's the most unhelpful thing to say right now!"

"I think I might just trip you up so I can make some more money today."

I glared at him and he laughed. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding, stop glaring at me like that."

"You know how I said I wasn't nervous?" he nodded. "Now I'm nervous, jackass!"

There was a knock on the door, signalling our queue to leave and I turned to Dean, grabbing him by the collar. "If I trip, you better fucking keep me up right, or I'm kicking your ass!"

"Jesus. They were right. You do get scary aggressive when you're nervous."

"When you marry Lydia I'll wind you up and see you how you like it."

He rolled his eyes but opened the door, sticking his arm out for me to take.

"What if I throw up on him? It feels like I'm about to vomit."

"Oh, how romantic."

I punched him in the gut. He just laughed.

He took hold of my hand, squeezed it then put it round his arm. "Come on."

The nervousness left as soon as it came when I set my eyes on Brady. It wasn't even that he looked so freaking sexy (because believe me, he did), it was the look in his eyes. That look. That lovey-dovey, cute, imprinting look. That look that adorned his face for the first time exactly ten years ago today. That look that makes me feel like the only person that matters. That look that makes me think no matter what happens, everything will be okay.

Because it doesn't matter what happens. It doesn't matter if I accuse him of being a monster, it doesn't matter if he goes off to fight vampire wars, it doesn't matter if his parents hopped off to another country the moment he left school, it doesn't matter if I plan our wedding and don't tell him, it doesn't matter that I probably did trip a little bit whilst walking up the aisle – it didn't matter because he looked at me like that regardless of all of it. And I know that we'll have each other. And if I have him, then I have all I need. I know I can get by each day as long as I can look into those gorgeous, addictive brown eyes and see him looking back with that look. Because I have Brady and I love him. And I know he loves me too. And honestly, who can say that much? Who can honestly know that? Who gets to think that? Sure, my life is messed up. It's not perfect. But it's perfect to me. And just because of that one look.

And if he can make me feel like that with one look, then I know that all this stressing and worrying was worth it. He was worth it and he was definitely the man I wanted to marry.

He was also the man that I wanted to fucking kiss the living daylights out of, because one; as I previously mentioned, he looks sexy as hell. Two; I haven't kissed him all day and I need some loving. And three, because he was irresistible. And there was no denying it.

We stood at the alter, staring into each others eyes. The vicar said what he needed to say and I'm pretty sure we said the correct things in the correct time but I knew we were both waiting for those magic words.

He slipped the ring delicately along my finger and I held my breath, doing the same to him. His touch still sent off electric shocks across my skin. He stepped closer eaglery and I looked back into those eyes, my hands still on his. I love his warmth. I love the temperature warmth of his skin, and I love the warmth of his heart, that radiates through him, through his eyes.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Thank you, sweet baby Jesus!

Wait, that's probably not the best thing to be thinking in a church, is it?

Who cares?

Brady's lips pulled up into a grin and he stepped closer, his hands moving up to cup my face. My hands slip up his tuxedo-covered chest. He looked into my eyes one last time before his lips descended on mine, dancing with a stronger passion than ever before.

His hand moved down, wrapping around my waist and he pulled me closer against him as his tongue found mine.

The passion was overpowering and with all the emotions swarming around my body, when he pulled back I felt a little woozy.

"Get a room!" someone called, breaking the spell. There was a ripple of laughter and Brady started to chuckle breathily.

I still couldn't breathe so laughing wasn't an option for me.

I looked at all our grinning friends as Brady held me tightly, my toes only just reaching the floor.

Yeah. My life was turning out pretty damn fantastic.

"If you keep looking at me like that I'll have my way with you right in this restaurant, in front of everyone," I whispered as he leant over, kissing my neck. He seems to love doing that.

"Don't tempt me," he whispered back.

"Don't give me a hicky," I replied, running my hands over his chest. "That wouldn't be very classy on my wedding day."

He laughed and pulled me onto his lap, his arms all around me.

"I don't…" he took a breath and pushed my hair off my face, holding me tightly as he spoke in a low, soft voice. "I don't know what to say to let you know how much I love you. There aren't words describe how much you doing all this means to me. I woke up this morning, content to just spend time with you and – and now you're my wife. I can't – I don't know how to explain what I'm feeling. I can't believe I had the luck to find you."

I smiled, my hands on his face. "Don't cry, Brady. Some people are still eating and they might find it a bit awkward."

He laughed and then pulled my head down, claiming my lips with his hot, passionate and quite dominating mouth.

"Excuse me – you're putting me off my potatoes!" Maggie interrupted, tugging Brady by the hair backwards. He turned to look at his grandmother. "I've told you once and I'll tell you again; get a room."

His mouth fell open. "That was you!"

She grinned. She's such a cheeky old devil. "What? It was grossing me out. I didn't wanna sit there and watch my grandson nearly dry hump someone in front of everyone."

We weren't that bad.

"Eww, please don't say that, Grandma."

"What, dry humping?"

He cringed again.

"Anyway, it was you that ruined my perfect little wedding with your crude heckles!"

Maggie grinned happily at her grandson as I leant my head against his.

Brady's hands moved up and down my back slowly, playing with the back of my dress as his talked with his grandmother.

I tilted my head up and caught his lips with mine again and Granny Mag tutted.

"What did I just say? Leave that for the honeymoon!"

Brady's eyes widened and he stated at me, startled. "Honeymoon?"

I shook my head quickly. "No, no. I didn't book one –" Maggie cleared her throat, smiling.

We turned to her. "As a wedding gift," she started. "From me and your mother, Zoë."

Mom turned and smiled, walking over to us. Me and Brady gaped at them.

"You didn't," he whispered.

"It's not much, but we reckoned you'd like it. It's where I went on my honeymoon and trust me, it's beautiful there," she said, handing over an envelope.

"We can't accept this," I said as Brady opened it, seeing the plane tickets and hotel reservation information.

"You can and you will," mom said and I looked at Brady.

"It's too much," he agreed.

"There's no way you could have afforded it."

Mom stepped forward to our table, holding out her hand. I placed mine in hers and she covered mine with her other hand.

"Yes I can. Don't worry about us, you two deserve it."

"Oh, Mom," we both got up and thanked and hugged my mom and Brady's gran.

"Kind of overshadows our gift," Dean said. "We just bought you cutlery."

"Lydia! How are you?"

Dean cringed and Brady just laughed as I went off to talk to my brother's girlfriend.

She's so cute!

"Oi," Brady said, bending down to wrap his arms around me. I looked up at him, sitting in the seat next to Lydia, still talking to her and everyone else that was on this table.

"You're neglecting your husband," he said softly, pretending to be hurt. I laughed and turned my body to him, pulling him down to kiss that beautiful mouth of his.

He kissed me back as hard and stroked my hair and the side of my face.

"Come dance with me," he said, standing up and holding out his hand as the music started up. I slipped my hand into his.

Everyone stood up and made their way to the area reserved for dancing. Brady pulled me behind him, smiling.

"You know I can't dance to save my life, right?" I asked and he nodded, laughing, as he pulled my body against him.

"Yes. I remember a few incidents that highlighted your dancing abilities to the full."

I smacked his chest and then slid my hands up to his neck as his hands went to my waist. "Just follow me. All you have to do is sway."

I stood on his foot.

He grinned. "It's a good job I'm part werewolf." I laughed and shook my head at him.

"You're so mean to me. After all this, you still make fun of me?"

He brushed his lips against mine as we continued to 'sway' to the slow, gentle music. It was one of Brady's favourite songs.

"Thank you," he whispered. "For everything."

"Thank you for everything, Brady. I can't imagine what my life would be like right now if it wasn't for you."

"I love you," he murmured softly and I smiled and leant up, kissing him gently.

"I love you too."

"You look so beautiful today."

"You look… alright."

He laughed and pulled me closer, grinning. "Thanks, wife."

"That's okay, husband."

We continued to just stare at each other, grinning like fools.

I liked being able to call him that.

There was a flash to my left and we both turned quickly, to see Daphne smiling sheepishly as she pulled her camera away.

I rolled my eyes at her as Brady kissed my cheek.

I suppose it would have been stupid for me to think that she wouldn't take any photos.

Daphne is my business partner. We own a little camera shop in Forks. On Wednesday to Saturday nights I also teach photography sessions. It's like, my dream job. I love every minute of it. I'd never of been doing any of it if it wasn't for Brady. He was the one who really pushed me to do it, he's the one who made me get the degree in photography, the one who paid for it (I've tried to pay him back for it countless times, but he won't accept it). It was a massive risk but Brady was behind me every step of the way. I'd never have gotten this far if it wasn't for his support.

He's just too good to be true.

My ankle smacked straight into the doorframe. Brady was trying to carry me bridle style into the hotel room, but it wasn't exactly going according to plan.

"Crap! I'm so sorry, are you okay?" he panicked as I was set off into another round of laughter. He dropped me on the bed before placing all our bags on the floor.

All six of them.

We had to pack in about five minutes and instead of sorting through things and trying to find the big suitcases, we just worked with what we had and banged pretty much everything into them… not good.

"You should have let me carry at least one."

He shook his head and went to shut the door. "Nope. And I wanted to carry you. I was trying to follow traditions."

"Tell that to my poor ankle," I said, leaning back to stick my leg in the air, waving my foot at him.

"Aww, I'm sorry baby."

He smiled at me and pulled my shoe and sock off and delicately rubbed my poor foot and sock.

"That wasn't very romantic was it? Smashing your foot against the wall?" we both laughed and he smiled down at me.

"You showed me up today, you know."

"How so?"

"I thought we agreed all those years ago that we weren't romantic in the slightest? And now you go and do this… probably the most romantic thing ever. I didn't even realise it was the anniversary of our imprinting. How the hell am I supposed to beat this?"

I smiled up at him. "Gutted. I had outside help, though. It's probably cheating."

He nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah. It's disqualified."

"Our wedding?" he laughed.

"Yep. Doesn't count. We're equal again now."

He grinned as he kissed the inside of my ankle delicately. He stared at my foot for a second before his lips pulled upwards again.

"Your toes are so cute!" he giggled and I kicked him with my foot, laughing as I put my leg down, pulling my shoe off my other foot.

"I still can't believe you wore converses under the dress," he said, standing up straight and holding down the laughter.

"What? I forgot to buy proper shoes."

He looked at me disbelievingly. "And why did you get to change? I looked like such an idiot wearing a tux in an aeroplane."

I grinned. "What? I like you in that."

He nodded with a sigh. "I do look sexy in a suit."

"If you say so." He glared at me.

"You have to be nice to me now, wifey."

"No, now I can be even meaner to you and you won't be able to leave me. We're bound for life," I said devilishly, waggling my wedding ring in his face.

He took a hold of my hand, grinning as he pushed me on my back, crawling over me.

"Is that so?" I nodded as he brushed his lips along my jaw.

"Oh well. As long as we have sex, I don't care how much of a bitch you are."

"Mmm." I pushed him off, getting up off the bed. "Yeah, about that… I'm not in the mood."

He sat up straight quickly. "What?"

I shrugged as I walked across the hotel room, ringing my hands. "I know it's our wedding night, but – I think it was the plane ride. It killed the mood for me."

His eyes narrowed.

"I suppose you could always try… seduce me."

Brady grinned wickedly and stood up, his eyes shining with laughter but he kept up that sexy grin.

"Mmm, time for me to whack out the sexy stripper dance?"

I laughed and nodded.

"Prepare to be seduced," he warned and I tried to stop laughing but I couldn't.

"Dada, da-da…" he tried to start singing some sexy stripper music, gyrating his hips.

The laughter was just overpowering me.

He licked his lips dramatically as he pulled off his tie, flinging it towards me.

"Enough! Please!" I fell into his body, burying my face in his neck.

"See?" he said. "I've only taken my tie off and you're already a mess; throwing yourself at me."

"Oh yeah. I really underestimated you," I said, my lips still twitching with laughter as I unbuttoned his shirt, pushing his jacket off his shoulders.

"I told you so. You couldn't even wait to watch the rest of it, you're just too eager to see me naked."

"Yep. That's it. I can't keep my hands off you. It was just that thing you did with your hips."

"Oi. Enough of the sarcasm, you," he said, pressing his lips to mine as shrugged off his shirt too.

I smiled as I ran my hands up body.

"I love your stomach and chest so much." He grinned. "Sometimes I think I love them more than you." His grin fell.

"What?"

I laughed and pulled his head down, kissing him.

"Nothing."

He tickled me again before pushing me back on the bed. "I hate you so much some times."

I couldn't help but smile like an idiot as he crawled onto me.

"But you admit that I'm irresistible, right?"

I thought about it. "Mmm… maybe."

He grinned. "I knew it."

"You're so cocky today."

"Hey, it's not my fault. You love me so much you couldn't wait to marry so planned a wedding behind my back so I couldn't say now. Of course that shit's gonna go to my head."

I shoved him. Then I realised what he said.

Wait. Shit.

"What?" he asked softly.

"Did you want to say no? Did you feel like you couldn't say no just because I had it planned? I knew it!"

Fuck buckets!

"No!" he laughed. "No, Zoë. Of course not."

He stroked my face and arms. "Of course not," he repeated softly. "You know I love you more than anything. Were you honestly worried I wouldn't want to marry you?"

I nodded and he kissed me gently. "You shouldn't of worried. Today was the best day of my life."

I smiled as I ran my hands through his short hair. "Do you wish that I hadn't and it was a bigger wedding?"

He shook his head vehemently. "God no. I was crapping myself in front of just like, fifty people today. I was always the awkward kid who stuttered in school presentations, it would have felt like that if there were hundreds of people there. I wouldn't of liked a big production."

"You're a werewolf who fights vampires in your spare time and you're scared of crowds?" He glared at me and I tried not to smile. "Hey, you may be sexy but you're fucking strange."

He laughed. "We're the perfect match – because, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you're fucking strange, too."

"I'm not that bad."

Brady looked at me.

"Oh come on. Everyone is a little bit strange."

"They don't have nothing on you, baby."

"Don't call me baby!"

He laughed. "See?"

"Okay. But you're as strange as I am."

"That's why I love you so much. We're perfectly strange for each other."

"Eurgh, oh god, Brady, you're getting so sickly. It's all this wedding and love shit."

He chuckled. "Love is strange, isn't it?"

"It's strange how I ended up with you."

He smiled. "No, it is. I mean, what even is love? Why does it make me feel this way? Why am I so obsessed with you?"

"Why did I plan a whole freaking wedding behind your back?"

"Exactly," he said, stroking my hair as he kissed me softly.

I nodded, staring into those gorgeous brown eyes.

"Yeah. Love is strange."

I don't what to say, but this is officially the end of Love Is Strange. I've absolutely loved every minute of writing about Zoe and Brady, but I have to say this epilogue was the best. I hope I covered everything that you guys were all wondering. There were a few requests about a sequel, and although I love those two so much, I've got a lot of other things I've been wanting to do for a while, so I can't see it happening in the near future, but I'm not ruling it out completely :)

I also wanted to just say a massive thank you to everyone who has stuck by this story and read every chapter, and an even bigger thank you to those who have reviewed or favourited this, it really means a lot and I probably would never have had the motivation to keep writing if it wasn't for those reviews.

And I really hope you guys like this as an epliogue, I had a lot of fun writing it. And it was 30 pages on word, so it's pretty damn long too. You're probably really surprised at how quickly this is posted compared to the last couple of chapters, but I just really loved writing this and I'm going to really miss this story now!

Becca teh grayte - Thank you so much! I'd love to write more on Seth and Moose because I really love them together and don't think I wrote nearly enough about them so I think that's definitely a good idea, but I alredy have a Seth/OC story on the go so I'd feel like I'm cheating on them if I did another one about Seth at the same time! But I'll definitely keep it in mind, I might even just do a one-shot if you're interested? Oh, and I do remember! I usually remember most of them :) Thank you so much, I'm really glad you liked both of them and that really means a lot!

Anyway, this is it! Thanks again, everyone, I really hope you like so please keep the reviews coming so I know how you felt about it; good or bad.

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