Will was forced to stay another two days at the hospital so they could run tests on him. He was also still receiving morphine, which he was not allowed to do at home. Even if it was a brief stay, Zach and Grace came by. They were getting along really well, they liked him; it was fair to say. Will was still gladly surprised to see that they had made the effort to go. Alicia was there every moment she could between work and the kids. It pained Will to see her sleep out of exhaustion on the uncomfortable bedside chair. He insisted she should go home and sleep properly, but she refused to move a muscle.

After he got cleared out, on the drive home, Alicia agreed:

"Fine, we can go to Germany. I've talked to Diane and she said that after the year we've had with my life-threatening experience – her words – your suspension, the press hovering over us, she'll find a way to let us have some vacation time. She said she will handle the overwork." It was the first time she was bringing up that conversation, worried it would lead him to propose again or, worse, that it wouldn't now that he was sober.

"Does that mean that you will marry me?"

"Will, we don't have to rush things. I know that you said life is short, but…"

"It's not about that. I'm not rushing things. Alicia, you're it for me. I've felt it for 20 years and maybe known it for 3. I understand if you're not there, yet, though."

"I'm not, but not with my feelings for you." She paused a little "I love you." Not taking her eyes off the road, she could still see from the corner of her eye that he tensed up beside her and then smiled. It was the first time she had said it to him. "But I'm not ready to get married again, at least, not now." She made clear for him that it wasn't out of the table. "I'm not going anywhere. I've seen it; we have a long time to figure it out." She took his hand and held it tight.

That seemed to have satisfied Will, because he didn't bring the subject up again. Until one day, a few months later as they were lying in bed, almost drifting off to sleep and she simply whispered 'I'm ready'. He understood what she meant, because the next day, during candle-lit dinner, he got down on one knee and asked her to marry him, this time properly and not under the influence of morphine. With tears in her eyes, she accepted.

She got her beach wedding after all, and for their honeymoon they ended up going to Italy because they had already been to Germany and she still thought Paris was overrated.

Alicia remembered once telling Will that whatever there was between them was romantic because it hadn't happened, that if it had, that it would have just been life - she decided that she preferred life over romance any time. Her life with Will wasn't as easy as it appeared in the visions – that was expected – but her real life still had the same outcome: a happy old couple sitting on a bench, talking about their good timing.

I'm sad to end this story. If you had half the fun reading as I had writing it, I'm happy.

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