First off, THANK YOU to everyone who reviewed, added the story to their favorites, or followed the story. I appreciate it so much! This will be the last chapter for the story. It's not directly connected – think of them as one-shots sort of go together. Anything that is in bold italics is a flashback and material in italics are Jules' thoughts. Hope that isn't too confusing – it made sense in my head – but that doesn't guarantee anything. Just a warning – it's really fluffy (and I do mean really fluffy, kind of like a dog when it needs to go for a trim…). Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint. If I did – it would still be on the air – and there would have been WAY more Jam in each episode.

Spoilers: 5x12

How You Remind Me

As the doors opened to reveal the bride and her father, the wedding guests rose to their feet, and Sam fought the urge to turn around and take a peek at Jules. The pianist began to play "Here Comes the Bride" and Michael Callaghan turned to his daughter "Are you ready?" With a nod of her head Jules took her father's extended arm and the pair began their walk down the aisle.

If, five years ago, someone had told Jules Callaghan she would be married and expecting a child with the love of her life she probably would have laughed them out of the SRU. It wasn't that she didn't date, it was just that her drywall ended up being more interesting than the men she went out with. It wasn't until Sam Braddock came into her life with his sandy blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and pearl grips that she found a man more interesting than drywall.

Unable to stand the suspense any longer Sam turned around. He had to remind himself to breath. Sniper breathing Braddock! This was really happening – the love of his life was walking down the aisle and they were going to spend the rest of their lives together. It seemed like hours before Jules and her father made it down the aisle and it took all of Sam's self control not to run down and meet them halfway. Watching as his soon-to-be father-in-law gave Jules a kiss Sam took a few steps towards the pair.

"Fancy seeing you here." Sam joked as he took Jules' hand and led her towards the minister.

The two stood in front of the minister and their guests were invited to sit down.

"Thank you all for coming. As you all know, we are here to celebrate the love between Samuel Warren Braddock and Julianna Avery Callaghan. Will the ring bearers please bring the rings forward." Turning to Sam, the minister continued to lead the ceremony. "Samuel, do you take Julianna Avery Callaghan to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse. As long as you both shall live?"

"I do." Sam Braddock had never been more certain of anything in his entire life. As he slid the ring onto Jules' finger he couldn't think of anything more natural.

"Julianna Callaghan. I vow to be true, always. To give you all of myself, no secrets, until death parts us and even after. Cause I've been yours since the first day I saw you and made a complete fool of myself. Cause I knew, right away, I knew that it was you or no one even though you didn't know it yet. I had to be patient. I was right, just saying."

His vows were perfect, and so was he. Jules knew that her turn was coming up. She had written vows, but something deep inside told her to ditch the pre-written vows and simply speak from the heart.

"Samuel Braddock"

Put your hands where I can see them! Hands where I can see them!

She would give it to him, he certainly knew how to make a first impression. It wasn't often that she drew a gun on a teammate before she knew their name.

"I vow to always be yours."

So we're going to the diner for breakfast. You hungry? You can bring, what's his name?

Scott.

Scott, if you want.

If Scott called her up today and offered to buy her a private island Jules knew that it wouldn't take her more than a second to turn him down. There was only one man for her and he was standing at the end of the aisle, looking rather handsome in his tuxedo.

"I tried to think of words, but there are so many, so many words."

Pearl grips. A burrito and a couple of beers. Double bacon burger. Remote hiking, no outhouses. Santorini Sky. I love you. There used to be a time, early in their relationship, when Jules was able to separate her life from Sam's. As the five years passed, her ability to distinguish between her life "pre-Sam Braddock" and "post Sam Braddock", dissolved. She only wanted one life now, a life with the wonderful man standing in front of her.

Suddenly the need for vows seemed superfluous. It was ironic really, a hostage negotiator at a loss for words. Jules was well aware of the SRU motto – "talk before tactics" – but this was one instance where "tactics" seemed like the best course of action.

"So I vow to you, this."

Stepping forward Jules closed the gap between them and kissed Sam. A little voice in the back of her mind reminded her that she was supposed to wait for the minister to say "You may kiss the bride" but she ignored said voice, reasoning that she and Sam had never cared much for the rules. As the two separated Jules looked at her husband. It had not been an easy journey to the alter but there was no one she would rather spend the rest of her life with.

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