Author: Sami Marie
Genre: Family/Friendship With a bit of romance and drama possibly thrown in
Pairings: None at the moment but there will be a lot of mentions of Morgan/Garcia
Summary: Sequel to Rock Solid. Story is set 18 years down the road and will be told from Mags, Morgan and Garcia's daughter, point of view.
A/N: Here we are the real final part of this story, the epilogue so a really big thanks for reading and reviewing, especially to those that have done so from the beginning, this chapter is for you. Instead of flashing back we're fast forwarding three years into the future. You shouldn't be too lost though because details in the epilogue will clue in on what's happened in the past three years. Enjoy and one last time for this story do me favor and review.
Three years later…
Maybe our mom's constant rambling finally got to him. I really can't be for certain about that but what I do know is this, he and I had only been dating for about six months the first time he asked me to marry him. We were all back in Chicago for the first time since Grandma Fran's funeral and as usual I wasn't able to sleep a wink. As a result he stayed up most of that night with me and we spent it out on the front porch swing.
I don't exactly remember what we'd been talking about, all I know is suddenly he said, "We should get married."
"What," Was my initial reaction at the time.
"You heard," He reiterated as he caressed my ring finger, "So what do you think?"
I'll admit the romantic in me wanted to scream yes right then and there but the logical part in me won out and therefore my answer was, "Not until we're both out of school."
That continued to be my answer for the next two years whenever he brought up the subject again. Finally though entering my senior year I said yes and our mom's spent most of my senior year planning our big day. That I guess pretty much leads us to today. You see I graduated college three months ago and today I have no doubts about what I'm about to do. Today in about two hours I'll be saying forever to the man who is my soul mate in every sense of the word. The reason why I know he's my soul mate is large part due to watching my parents over the years. Their relationship taught me that there are two kinds of soul mates in the world; the first type is the typical one you think of. You know the person you fall so deeply in love with that you want to spend the rest of you're life with; the one that takes your breath away when he or she walks into a room. Then there's the one who's your best friend. You know the one who knows you inside and out; the one that can take one look at you and know something's wrong. And in order to have a good marriage you have to find the perfect combination of both. Suffice to say I may not be 22 years old yet but I know that Henry and I do have that perfect balance.
Knowing all of this is why I'm not nervous at all as I get ready for my wedding. My mom and aunts all understand this as well and that's why there hasn't been any talk about nerves as they help me.
"Hair up or down," My Aunt Des asks interrupting my thoughts as she takes the last roller out of my hair.
"Both," I answer remembering that's how Henry likes my hair best.
My mom nods in agreement as the two of them begin pinning my hair up.
Once the hair was complete to mine and everyone's liking my mom and Aunt Des stepped aside so Henry's mom and my Aunt Emily could do my makeup.
As they got to work on that my mom's cell phone rang and I watched her smile out of the corner of my eye before she hung up moment later.
Turning back to me she said,, "Guess what sweetie that was Hotch,"
Confused I interrupted her because I knew Uncle Aaron was already here.
"I know sweetie," My mom continued, "But he had to run to the airport to pick up a last minute arrival."
"Who," I interrupted again. Part me hoping it was my brother Darron, whom we didn't think was going to be able to make it because he was starting school at Northwestern in two weeks and way to busy with football practice.
Smiling my mom confirmed that it was indeed my brother and I couldn't help but do a little happy dance.
When I finally calmed down my mom and company helped me slip into my wedding dress and once I had it on my mom began to cry as I stared at myself in the mirror. The deep ivory colored satin gown with its v-neck and empire waist, champagne lace overlay and beading details sheathed my curves perfectly and I found myself tearing up as well, thank god for waterproof mascara.
"You look amazing," Henry's mom said first before there was a knock on the door.
Wiping away her tears my mom moved to open the door to find my brother standing there, "Hi Mom just wanted to stop by before I went off to get ready."
"Come in, your sister's already dressed," My mom said as she moved aside.
"Look at you," Was all he said as I made my way over to him.
"Glad you're here," Was my only response after he leaned in and jokingly asked if I was sure I wanted to go through with the wedding.
"Okay see you in a bit," He said and waved at everyone before leaving us alone once again.
Another hour would pass before I found myself waiting with my dad to make my way down the isle. Up ahead stood my soul mate and his eyes remained glued to mine as the music began to play and my dad led me up the isle.
"Hey," We both mouthed to each other before the ceremony began and minutes later we were pronounced husband and wife.
I guess I'm luckier than most girls because my fairytale did come true and I couldn't be happier than I am at this very moment.