Here it is, the penultimate chapter. The last one will hopefully come soonishly and it will be Spencer and Toby's wedding but it will also tie up some loose ends for my two main couples-Ezria and Haleb. Samara will also make an appearance. I'm considering an epilogue that would take place several years later at their high school reunion so let me know your opinion on that idea. To readers and subscribers and reviewers, you're all absolutely wonderful and I so appreciate any and all feedback I've gotten. You're the best.

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize from PLL, it's certainly not mine.

"Tonight is going to be perfect, Spence," Hanna assured her nervous friend as they sat in the back row of chairs in the Hastings' backyard, waiting for everyone to show up for the wedding rehearsal. "And tomorrow will be even better."

"It has to be," Spencer stressed, wringing her hands nervously. "I know I've made this all about me lately but I really want it to be perfect for Toby, too. He's been so incredible the last few months and he deserves a wedding to remember, as well."

Hanna smiled and patted Spencer's hand for assurance. "I will make it my responsibility to see to it that Toby Cavanaugh has the best wedding anyone has ever seen."

"Han, you've already done more than enough," Spencer said. "My dress is so beautiful and I owe that entirely to you."

"Well, me and Marcy and her team," Hanna laughed, "but thank you. I love you, Spence, and I want this wedding to be everything you want it to be."

Spencer nodded. "It will be. Once I stop stressing out and relax, I know it will be amazing."

"Hey, sorry I'm a little late," Aria apologized as she breezed into the yard, wearing a black, lacy dress, sticking to Spencer's dress code for the evening. "We're still unpacking and I couldn't find my black heels and Ezra has been watching baseball highlights all day, which is driving me crazy, so I'm a little flustered. Where's Em?"

"On a day date," Hanna smirked, "with Samara."

Aria raised an eyebrow. "Samara? How'd that come about?"

"They ran into each other at Hollis last week and made plans for today because Samara is going out of town tomorrow," Hanna explained. "She's supposed to be here though."

Veronica made her way into the backyard. "Spencer, Emily is parking out front so as soon as she's back here, we're going to begin. Are you ready?"

"Yes," Spencer confirmed, standing up. She turned to her friends. "Is it weird you've never met Toby's groomsmen?"

Aria shook her head. "Not really. You guys have an entire life in Connecticut that we know little about and I know it wasn't easy for him to make many friends around here."

"You'll like them," Spencer stated. "Joey is a little obnoxious but his wife is coming and she usually keeps him check. Derek, Blake, and Seth are okay though and you do sort of know Heath but he'll walk with Melissa."

"Breathe, Spence," Aria advised. "People get married every single day without any problems."

Spencer took a deep breath. "You're right."

Ten minutes later, Spencer and Toby stood at the head of the aisle in front of Reverend Ackard, discussing how the following evening would go. They'd agreed to write their own vows and decided the ceremony wouldn't last more than thirty minutes. Spencer didn't realize how fidgety she was until Toby reached over to take her hands and soothingly rubbed his thumbs on her palms.

"Breathe," he mouthed to her.

She smiled and tried to shake off her jitters.

"Let's run through it one more time and then we'll be finished," Reverend Ackard declared towards the end of the rehearsal. "Do you think we can get our flower girl and ring bearer to do it once more?"

Toby looked to where Mason was slowly nodding off in Peter's lap. "Oh, I think he can go once more if we hurry."

When they wrapped up twenty minutes later, Spencer and Toby led everyone outside and were surprised with a classic Ford Mustang convertible waiting for them in the driveway.

"What is this?" Spencer demanded of her parents.

Veronica grinned. "We thought you two deserved a nice car to ride in to the restaurant so your dad rented this for the night."

"Thanks, Dad," Spencer beamed, hugging Peter.

"Of course," he replied.

Once Spencer and Toby were gone, Aria headed towards her car and found Ezra, wearing dress pants and a light blue button-up with a black skinny tie, waiting for her.

"Hi," he greeted her. "You look incredible."

"I look exactly how I did when I left the apartment," she grumbled, unlocking the car. "You just didn't notice. What are you doing here?"

He climbed into the passenger seat. "Spencer invited me and Caleb to dinner. I take it by your lack of enthusiasm at seeing me that you're mad about something."

"Mad about something?" she repeated as she pulled away from the curb to follow Emily's Corolla. "Ezra, I spent the entire day unpacking while you ate and watched baseball. You don't even like baseball!"

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I'm just so tired of unpacking; it's all we've been doing for weeks now. I never realized how much stuff we have."

She rolled her eyes. "But if you keep taking all these breaks, it'll never get finished and we'll be digging through boxes forever."

Ezra, realizing he'd been wrong, frowned. "You're right, I apologize. On Sunday, while you recover from Wedding Weekend, I will do the unpacking and you can relax."

"I like unpacking together," she told him softly. "I like that we're making this life for us; I just don't care for doing it alone."

"No more," he promised. A long silence filled the car before he spoke again. "And for the record, I like unpacking together, too."

"Kiss ass," she muttered jokingly as she parked in the Rive Gauche lot.

Inside, Toby's parents had rented out the private back room for the night so Aria took her seat between Ezra and Hanna.

"Caleb cleans up nicely," Aria whispered to her blonde friend.

"He does, huh?" Hanna smiled. "Fitz doesn't look so bad. I see he was able to tear himself away from baseball to come."

Aria smirked. "Yeah, he apologized for his laziness. I want to make him suffer a little longer but I'm a sucker for the skinny tie. It reminds me of when we first started seeing each other."

"Ah, yes," Hanna nodded, "when we were sixteen and he was teaching our English class."

"Ha-ha," Aria deadpanned.

Hanna leaned around her boyfriend to address Emily. "So, how'd it go with Samara?"

Spencer, who was seated across from her friends, jumped in. "Yeah, thanks for telling me and Aria about that."

"It was sudden," Emily told them. "We just saw a movie and walked around for a while. It was nice though and we made plans to meet up again when she gets back from DC."

"Ooh," Hanna teased.

Aria swatted Hanna's leg. "I think that's great, Em."

"Thanks," Emily blushed.

"If I could get everyone's attention?" Toby called out after everyone had finished eating. He stood up. "Spencer and I want to thank you all for coming out tonight to celebrate with us and we really appreciate you all making this weekend so memorable. There was a time in our lives when the idea of this wedding would have seemed completely ridiculous," he began, referring back to early in their junior year of high school when Spencer was convinced Toby had murdered Alison, "but now, six years later, nothing seems more natural or right to me. We have faced more obstacles in our time together than most would face in several lifetimes but I've found Spencer and me always come out stronger on the other side. She's crazy smart and beautiful and stubborn. When she pushes me, I know it's because she wants to see me succeed in everything I do and I want all of that and more for her. Someone once told me that the idea of facing Spencer in court someday is intimidating and it should be because I know her better than anyone and her will to win is intense." He smiled down at his fiancée. "But it's one of the things I love most about her. I'm a lucky guy to marry you tomorrow, Miss Hastings, and I can't wait to be with you forever."

Spencer stood up and kissed him softly when he finished his speech. "I love you."

"I love you, too," he replied.

"It was me," Caleb declared. "I'm the one who said Spencer would intimidate the hell out of me in court."

Emily nodded. "Me, too, but that's what will make her an amazing lawyer. Scary lawyers are always the best. Haven't you ever seen Suits?"

"Yeah, but the guy who played Mike wasn't scary," Aria spoke up.

"True," Ezra jumped in, "but he wasn't legally a lawyer."

"No, but he was definitely cute," Spencer grinned.

Toby cleared his throat. "Really?"

"Oh, God," she muttered. "You can't possibly get jealous about that after the way you talked about Rachel McAdams in The Notebook the other night."

"Aw, you watched The Notebook," Aria joked. "Toby, that's so sweet."

"Yeah, well, I was later rewarded," he insinuated.

"Okay, that's enough!" Hanna cried, tapping her spoon on her glass and standing up. "For those of you who don't know, I'm Hanna Marin, a longtime friend of Spencer's and—not to toot my own horn—her dress designer and I just want to say how happy I am for the bride and groom. For as long as I've known her, Spencer has been incredibly intense and a little high-strung but those characteristics have definitely calmed down since she started seeing Toby when we were sixteen. He's laid-back and cool and has this insane ability to keep her head from spinning off, a skill the rest of us have yet to master. I just want to raise a toast to wish them a lifetime of happiness and beg for nieces and nephews for me to make clothes for and spoil someday." She raised her champagne. "To Spencer and Toby."

"To Spencer and Toby," everyone murmured, doing the same.

When the night ended, Caleb and Hanna rode back to her mother's house together (as she'd just walked to the Hastings' earlier in the afternoon) and prepared to settle in for the night. They'd decided it was easier for him to just stay there than drive home to Philadelphia only to come back the next morning.

"They seem really happy," Caleb said as he stripped down to just his boxers.

"Yeah," Hanna said, changing into a pair of silk shorts and matching tank top. "When I was sixteen, I never in a million years would've put them together but now, they probably make the most sense out of all of us."

Caleb smirked. "Is that so?"

"Well, no matter how in love they are, Ezra was Aria's teacher back when they hooked up in the beginning and they have a seven year age gap," she explained. "If things work out with Samara, Emily only first met her when she was trying to help a different girl she was dating at the time come out comfortably. And once upon a time, you left." Before he could protest, she continued. "I know, I know, that's all water under the bridge and we're perfectly happy and back on track, but it happened. In that regard, Spencer and Toby make the most sense. They were both accused of murder, after all."

He laughed and pulled her down onto her bed with him. "Yeah, I guess that's true."

"Do you think about it much?" Ezra wondered aloud as he and Aria lay in bed.

"What?" she yawned, snuggling closer to him.

He looked down at her. "Us getting married."

"Sure," she confirmed. "I mean, when we met, I thought about it on a young, slightly immature teenage way but now that I'm older, I take it more seriously. I want to marry you."

"You do?" he smiled, knowing she couldn't see it.

"Of course," she breathed. "But I want a winter wedding someday, here in Rosewood at the church my parents got married in."

"I would be okay with that," he told her quietly. "The outdoor stuff is nice but the more traditional side of me wants a church wedding when the time is right."

"Good," she said, slowly nodding off. "I love you, Mr. Fitz."

"I love you, too," he chuckled lightly, placing the briefest of kisses on her forehead, "Miss Montgomery."