Hey. This is definately the last chapter of this fic. (Sorry Lindsey .. thanks for the reviews btw, you rock!) Anyway, hope you've enjoyed it, it's been fun to write. I'm getting really busy but hey, I might write an ER fic or two (I have ideas) and possibly another BP one. So thanks for reading and I'll talk to y'all later!
~ Mara

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Saturday September 10, 2006 - 12:02 pm

"Where the hell is Marilyn?" Marla was freaking out. "She'd better not miss this wedding or I'll pound her skinny ass halfway to Acapulco!" Lauren and Ronnie exchanged amused glances.
"Mar, Marilyn will be here. She was going to go pick up Harvey from the hospital and then come straight here. She'll show, don't have a cow."
"And anyway," Ronnie added. "If she doesn't make it in time, you always have us!" Marla snorted.
"I don't trust either of you two with my make up. Dammit Marilyn, don't do this to me." Ronnie and Lauren started to laugh.
"You two find this amusing? Huh, do ya?" But that only made them laugh harder.

"Harvey, are you decent?" Marilyn called in nervously.
"Yes, girl. I'm dressed appropriately if that's what you mean. You haven't been here for two days, where have you been?" Marilyn smiled a little.
"Well, Harvey, I have someone here to meet you." Marilyn entered the room, pulling an older woman behind her. "She's made the trip all the way from France to be here today." Harvey gasped.
"Amélia?"
"Oui, Papa, it's me!" the woman approched Harvey and sat on the floor next to his wheelchair. She was crying now and so was he. Even Marilyn felt tears filling her eyes. "Papa, I've been looking for you for twenty-five years. I've been living in Paris, it was a good thing my sister found me." Marilyn flushed.
"Actually, I'm not your sister." she admitted hesitantly. "I had to lie to get your name from the adoption agency. I'm sorry. I am a very close friend of your father's though." Amélia smiled mischievously.
"I thought you were a little young to be my sister." Harvey gaped at Marilyn.
"You flew all the way to Paris for me? You pretended you were my daughter?" Marilyn smiled. "I've never had a friend like you." Amélia glanced at her watch.
"Aren't we going to be late for a wedding?" Marilyn glanced at the clock.
"Shit! C'mon guys, let's hit the road."
"Papa, I'll ride in the back with you ... we have sixty-five years of our lives to catch up on." The look on Harvey's face made it all worth while for Marilyn, even the wrath she knew would face her when she arrived at Marla's.

12:55 pm

There was a knock on the dressing room door where Marla and her three bridesmaids were getting ready for the wedding.
"Who on earth could that be?" Marla hissed. "There's only five minutes left until the ceremony!"
"I'll get it." said Ronnie. She walked towards the door and opened it.
"Hey there. There's a little guy here who wants to see you." It was Tyler, sound asleep in Zach's arms. Ronnie laughed.
"I didn't think he'd make it through the festivities."
"He didn't even make it to them!" Zach commented. "Actually," he cleared his throat. "This isn't the little guy who wanted to see you. You're at least three inches taller than I am in when you're wearing heels." Ronnie giggled. "Ron," Zach shifted Tyler in his arms. "I know it's soon after Harry but I was thinking, maybe we could take things slow for a while. Maybe we could start by going to Danny and Marla's reception together or something. That is, if you're interested. If you're not, please don't lead me on."
Ronnie sighed and Zach braced himself for the worst. She heard Harry's voice in her head
"Please move on with your life. You have to." Ronnie smiled, leaned in and kissed Zach lightly on the lips.
"Slow sounds good." she said.
"I take it that means yes?" Zach confirmed. Ronnie just smiled and shut the door in his face.
"Whoo hoo!" Zach yelled. The four women in the dressing room laughed.
"I think you just made him one happy man." Marilyn commented. Ronnie nodded.
"Enought chit-chat ladies. Does my makeup look ok?" Marla asked, for the upteenth time. The other three gave her a big hug.

1:26 pm

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the priest said. "You may kiss." Danny leaned over and kissed Marla, a long kiss. The crowd, mostly of Winslow teacher's, applauded loudly. Standing next to Marla, Lauren tried not to make eye contact with Scott. She couldn't help but notice that Sandy wasn't there.
"Don't read too much into it." she told herself. "She's probably still away on business."
Scott tried to catch Lauren's eye, but it wasn't working.

The happy couple fled from the altar, followed by white rice.
"We might be awhile." Marla whispered to Marilyn.
"Quickie in the limo!" Danny added.
"Too much info!" Marilyn was smiling. "But hey, you only live once, right?"

2:15pm

The reception had begun. Marla and Danny still hadn't shown up, but the crowd was dancing anyway. The song LOVE by Nat King Cole was playing. An old, jazzy tune and the dancers were having a ball. Lauren glanced into the hall. She was standing outside by herself and couldn't help but feeling a little sad. Ronnie was dancing with Zach, having taken a sleeping Tyler to Natalie's before the reception. Harvey was dancing with his daughter Amélia, both sitting in chairs. Lauren was glad he could have one happy memory to take to his grave. Marilyn and Steven were dancing, they'd become friends over the years, closer than ever before. But Lauren had no one. She couldn't find Scott, not that he'd dance with her anyway ... Suddenly, there was a tap on her shoulder.
"Lauren." It was him. It was Scott. And he had approched her.
"Scott." There was an awkward silence. "Where's Sandy?" He shrugged.
"I don't know. She sent me divorce papers, apparently she met someone."
"Oh Scott, I'm so sorry ..."
"I'm not." He seemed unconcerned, happy even. "Lauren, about what I said the other night, it was totally out of line and I'm sorry." Lauren didn't know what to say.
"Um , it's - it's fine."
"No, it's not. And I was hoping I could make it up to you." Lauren looked puzzled. The song changed to Billy Joel's 'Your Song'. "I want to begin again, Lauren. You never stopped loving me and I never stopped loving you." Lauren was crying now.
"I'd like that." she replied sofly. "I'd like that a lot."
"Then, Ms. Davis, may I have this dance?"
"Of course." Scott took Lauren's hand and they began to dance. She snuggled her head into his chest.
"I'll always love you, Scott."
"I know."

THE END!