A/N: OMG, I am SO SORRY for how incredibly slow I am at updating. I was uninspired for a really long time and honestly didn't know if I was ever going to finish this story. Then last night I happened to have a dream about the show (I know, I'm such a nerd) and it's been haunting me all day, so I was like, I'm going to finish Ramifications Noted. I know this should make some of you very happy. I hope you enjoy the final chapter! Remember: I love feedback!

Chapter 16: Going to the Chapel

6 Months Later...

"Ma, if you pull that any tighter, I won't be able to breathe."

"Well, Amy, it is your wedding dress, and you do want to look nice, am I right? There, take a look."

Amy turned and looked at herself in the full-length mirror, in awe over the dress she had on. "Wow. I feel like a princess."

"You look like a princess," said a voice from the door. Amy turned and smiled as Rebecca and Lauren walked in. "My dad is going to fall over when he sees you."

Amy and Maxine started laughing, and another knock on the door interrupted them. "Who is it?" Amy called out.

"It's just me and the kids," Gillian called out. "Could someone open the door for me?"

Lauren rushed over and opened the door for her aunt, who had with her Ned and Walt, and the little bundle of joy that was Bruce and Amy's son, Calvin.

"There's my little guy," Amy cooed, going to retrieve him from Gillian. She reached out for him, but Gillian held him back from her.

"You don't want to get baby vomit on your dress before the wedding even starts, do you?" Gillian pointed out.

Amy laughed. "Very true. I don't think the smell would be too appealing to Bruce."

Just then, someone else knocked on the door. This time it was Peter and Vincent. "Ready to go, sis?" Peter asked, grinning.

Amy returned his grin. "I've been waiting for this for a long time." She took Peter and Vincent's arms, and they walked her to the door of the chapel. Once they arrived, she let go of their arms, and they both smiled broadly at her.

"Good luck, sis," Vincent said. "Now, no fainting or calling off the wedding or anything else ridiculous this time, got it?"

Amy continued to grin. "There's no chance in hell that's going to happen this time." Peter and Vincent joined the rest of the family in the church, and Amy was left by herself to wait for her cue to enter.

An organ strain caught her attention and made her take a deep breath. "I'm finally marrying the man of my dreams," she whispered, and opened the doors to the church.

There was a slight murmur as Amy walked through the open doorway and everyone got a first look at her. As she proceeded up the aisle, she made eye contact with Sean, Donna, and her own family members. She then looked up at the altar, where her eyes locked with Bruce's. He beamed at her, and she saw a single tear roll down his cheek.

Once she arrived at his side, she whispered, "You're going to have me crying pretty soon," to which he laughed and picked up her hand to kiss it.

The priest stepped forward. "Who gives this woman to this man?"

"I do," Maxine responded proudly, garnering a grin from Amy.

"If there is anyone that objects..."

"Could you possibly skip over that part?" Amy interrupted. She turned her gaze on Bruce. "I don't think we need it, anyways."

"Very well," the priest said. "We are gathered here today, in the presense of family, friends, and the Lord, to join in holy matrimony Amy Madison Gray and Bruce Calvin Van Exel. I understand you have prepared your own vows?" Bruce and Amy smiled and turned to each other once again.

Bruce was the first to speak. "Amy. Or should I say Judge Gray?" That comment elicited a few chuckles and another grin from Amy. "Wow. My life changed in so many ways the minute I was assigned to your courtroom as your CSO. I tried so hard to keep that professional relationship with you, but you got to me. You've made me a much mellower person, and while we haven't always seen eye-to-eye on everything in the courtroom, I still respect you, just as I always have. I love you, Amy, and can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

Tears gleamed in Amy's eyes as she began to speak. "Bruce, Bruce, Bruce. I thought really hard about what I was going to say in my vow to you. I looked back on our years working together in the courtroom, and when I think about it, I can't help but laugh. I mean, when I took the judge position here, I never expected that I would end up marrying my court services officer, but I wouldn't have it any other way. You've forced me to check myself to see what really matters, both in the courtroom and in my life outside the courtroom. I know I'm never going to regret this moment, because if we've made it this far, we were surely meant to be together for the rest of our lives. I love you."

By this time, everyone in the church was smiling and were either crying or close to it. The priest stepped towards Bruce and Amy again, this time with their wedding bands, which he handed to them as he spoke the familiar words of any wedding.

"Do you each promise to take the other as your loving spouse, to have and to hold, for better and for worse, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," Amy responded quickly, nodding rapidly.

"I do," Bruce said, smiling.

"Then I would like to pronounce you, by the power invested in me by the state of Connecticut, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Bruce and Amy continued to grin, and Bruce made a show out of kissing Amy, bending her over backwards and laying a big smooch on her, eliciting a round of applause and catcalls from their family and friends.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the priest announced, "Mr. and Mrs. Bruce Van Exel."

Bruce and Amy joined hands and made their way down the aisle, then waited for everyone outside before they all headed to the Gray house to celebrate the wedding.

At Maxine's house, the festivities were in full swing, as it seemed everyone was as excited about Bruce and Amy being married as the newlyweds were themselves. Lauren and Rebecca were chatting away excitedly, both ecstatic about finally having a sister, not to mention a little brother. Vincent and Kyle were getting reaquainted and planning a poker night with Peter, Sean, and their newly acquired in-law, and Donna and Gillian were watching Ned, Ariadne, Walt, and Calvin. Maxine was getting to know Bruce's mother, who had flown in from Las Vegas to attend the wedding, and Bruce and Amy had taken the opportunity to sneak out into the backyard and spend some time alone.

"I can't believe we're married," Amy said, leaning into her husband as they sat down on the porch swing. "It seems so surreal, like this is all some dream I'm having."

"Oh? Like when you dream about eating cheese?" Bruce cracked, referring to her response to him telling her that dreams were wish fulfillments.

"Oh, God, I can't believe I ever said that," Amy laughed. "Did I ever tell you what I was really dreaming about?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow at her and replied, "No. Do tell."

Amy snuggled into him a little more and said, "Well, it involved you, and let's just say I was all hot and bothered when I woke up."

Bruce wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Ooh, sounds positively intriguing. I do believe we'll have to reenact that dream sometime soon. Perhaps on the honeymoon?"

Amy grinned. "Oh, yes, definitely." She sighed. "This is it. The rest of our lives. I'm finally the happiest I've ever been. And I have you to thank for that."

"Right back at ya, woman," Bruce said, leaning down and kissing her head.

And there they remained, on the porch swing, Amy leaned into Bruce's embrace, rocking with the rhythm of the breeze.