Author's Note- This is the last chappie of my longest fanfic ever. Enjoy.

grumpygurl33 - Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

ishandahalf-Cute fluffy stuff is what I'm known for.

Through Darkness- Another joins the Kete numbers. I'm happy you enjoyed this one. I'll soon have up a new Kete/ Romy story.

Kigono- I figured the gun thing would be very Pete-like.

Callian- Another one come and gone. Sigh. I've updated, now it's your turn.

Happily Ever After
They gave me a life that's not so easy to live
And then they sent me on my way
I left my loving, forgot my dreams
I lost them along the way
Those little things you say
When words mean so much
You never back down
And they all shy away
You always listen to me
-3 Doors Down
Six months later

Pete paced fixing his tie for the hundredth time as he waited for Kitty to finish getting ready. "Mon ami, chill out," Remy said watching Pete's uncharacteristic nervousness with amusement.

"What if she says no?" Pete asked suddenly turning to Logan and Remy almost panicking.

"Do y' t'ink she will?" Remy asked raising an eyebrow.

"No... I mean, she might... I don't know."

"Pete," Logan said. "Sit the hell down." Pete sat down. "Now, breathe and stop freakin' out."


"Wisdom, just shut up," Logan said. Pete sighed, he stayed quiet for a good ten seconds.

"What's taking her so long?" He got back to his feet and started pacing again. "Someone told her. They must have. She's probably tryin' t' decide de nicest way of lettin' me down."

"Pete!" Rogue exclaimed coming into the room and sitting on Remy's lap. "Will ya shut up?"

"I've tryin' to get him to do that since he got here," Logan growled.

"She's just getting ready," Rogue said. "You know how Kitty is. Besides, you're the one who told her to dress up."

"I did," Pete acknowledged. "Okay, I'm calm." He sat down.

"Rem?" Rogue asked.


"Were ya this bad?"

"Dis bad? Non. Remy was nervous, oui, mais Remy is always cool." Rogue rolled her eyes. Remy turned to Pete. "Y've been planning dis for over a month, mon brave. Relax."

Pete sighed. "I'll relax when it's all over."

"No ya won't," Rogue said with a laugh. "Then you'll start plannin' the weddin'."


"Yes, sugah?"

"Don't help."

"Pete?" Pete sprang up and ran to the hall where Kitty was waiting.

"Evenin', luv," he smiled kissing her gently. "Ready?"

"Are you okay?" she asked, concerned.

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure? Maybe we shouldn't go out-"

"No!" Pete paused. "I mean I'm fine, I just had a long day, but that's all the more reason that we should go out. I could use a wind-down."

Kitty smiled up at him and stepped close. "We could just go back to your cabin. You look like you need a nice massage."

"I may take you up on that, later," Pete promised. "But I'm hungry, and I'm sure you are too. Besides, you look bloody gorgeous. Let's go out and show all the other men what they missed."

She giggled. "Idiot. Are you sure you're feeling okay? You just turned down a night of just the two of us at your cabin."

"We still 'ave that," he assured her before flashing a wicked grin. "I plan on makin' you me dessert." She blushed and let him lead her out to his car. They drove to the restaurant and walked inside. The maitre-de led them to the back booth. Twenty minutes later the main-course was served. Kitty noticed that Pete was eating surprisingly little.

"Are you sure you're not coming down with something?" she asked laying a hand over his forehead.

"Yes," he promised. He reached into his pocket and found the box. No, he decided, not yet. Pete let go of the box and took a sip of his scotch. He wanted to chug it but he knew getting drunk wouldn't help.

Back at the mansion

"How do ya think he's doin'?" Rogue asked.

"Knowin' Wisdom, Ah wouldn't bank on 'good,'" Remy shrugged.

"That ain't nice, swamp rat."

"We be a married couple now, must y' still call Remy dat?"

She smiled up at him. "Yes. But you're a lovable swamp rat."

He blinked. "Should Remy say thank you?"

At the cabin

After dinner Pete drove them back to his cabin. He got out and, in a rare moment of chivalry, opened her door for her. They walked in and he hit play on his CD player Bon Jovi's "Thank You For Loving Me" filled the air. "Dance with me?"

A slow smile spread across her face. "I'd love to."

"It's hard for me to say the things

I want to say sometimes
There's no one here but you and me
And that broken old street light
Lock the door
We'll leave the world outside
All I've got to give to you
Are these five words when I

Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn't see
For parting my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me
Thank you for loving me"

Pete held her close as the song played. "This past year has been amazin'," he said as she raised her head for a kiss, which he happily obliged.

"It has," Kitty agreed laying her head back on his chest. A small ball of fear started to grow in her stomach as she imagined what could make him so upset and nervous.

"I never knew I had a dream
Until that dream was you
When I look into your eyes
The sky's a different blue
Cross my heart
Iwear no disguise
If I tried, you'd make believe
That you believed my lies

Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn't see
For parting my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me

You pick me up when I fall down
You ring the bell before they count me out
If I was drowning you would part the sea
And risk your own life to rescue me"

"Pete," Kitty said wanting to get this over with.

"Yes, luv?"

"Something has been bothering you all night."

"Sort of."

"What is it?"

Pete sighed. He should have known that she'd sense how nervous he was. He led her to the couch and she sat down staring up at him. "This is a lot harder than I thought it'd be."

"It's true."

"Wot's true?"

"After everything... you'd actually..."

"I'd wot?"

"Just don't do this."

"Do wot?"

She made a vague hand motion as though he should know what she was talking about. "This."

He scratched his head ruefully. "I thought you'd be a little happier."

She looked at him incredulously. "Happy? Why would I be happy?"

"I... I guess I was wrong."

"Do you honestly think I'd want to spend the rest of my life-?"

"Okay, jeez, Kit, ya don't have t' be so cold."

'Cold?' You were the one who was going to-"



"What exactly is it that you think I was goin' t' do?"

"... Leave me."

Pete chuckled. "Oh, you little idiot." He knelt down in front of her and pulled out a velvet box, flipping it open to reveal a delicate diamond ring.


"These past two years have been absolutely fabulous. For the first time in me whole miserable life I fell in love. You're the most incredible, beautiful woman that I've ever met. Katherine Anne Pryde, will you marry me?"

"Y-you... really want to... Oh, Pete!"

He grinned, this was more like it. "So?"

"Yes!" She tackled him plying his face with kisses. "I love you, I love you so much." They laid there for a few minutes just staring into each other's eyes in a purely clichéd romance novel way. "Why would asking me this bother you?"

"I guess I was just scared you'd say no. I love you, Kit, I need you in me life. I've tried livin' without you, I don't like it."

"Me either," Kitty said thinking about the week he had been in London. "So... we're going to be married."

"Yeah… scary isn't it?"

"A little," she admitted, "but I couldn't be happier."

"Me either."They kissed again, a long lingering weakin-in-the-knees type of kiss. "Um... grasshopper?"


"Can we get off of the floor?"

Author's Note- The end. Thanks for sticking with me, everyone. I hope all of you liked this one as much as I loved writing it. My next story up is one called Switch, which earns its name.