A/N: This is it. The final installment. Would you believe it was originally supposed to be a one-shot? I've particularly enjoyed writing this story because it has special meaning for me. You could say that it's semi-autobiographical. I hope you love this epilogue like I do. ENJOY!


"Are you almost ready?" Clark calls out to Lois.

"Just about," she replies.

Clark climbs the stairs to their bedroom and knocks on the door. "Can I come in now?"

"Come in," she replies.

He opens the door and steps inside; his jaw dropping at the sight. "WOW!" he finally says; walking over. "You look so beautiful sweetheart," softly kissing her on the cheek.

"Thanks, Daddy," a smile on her face.

"Anthony better know how lucky he is to have you," holding her hands in his.

"I think they're lucky to have each other," Lois pipes up; walking over to where they were standing.

Clark gives his wife a lingering glance. "You look beautiful too," letting go of his daughters hands to pull his wife into his arms.

"Don't smudge my lipstick," wagging her finger at him.

"I won't," capturing her finger with his lips, then slowly lets it go. "See? No smudging," winking at her. Then he whispers, "I've been waiting for tonight all day," softly kissing her behind the ear.

That's when they hear the sound of his daughter clearing her throat. "You forget that I have super hearing."

"Right," pulling away from Lois. "Sorry about that."

"It's okay," she says. "I should be used to it by now," shrugging her shoulders.

Both Clark and Lois smile at her. Then Clark glances down at his watch. "Looks like we should be getting ready to leave. Don't want to keep that groom of yours waiting."

"You mean, like how Mom kept you waiting when you got married?" a smile on her face.

"Exactly," nodding his head.

"If I remember correctly, you were practically hyperventilating when I was late," a tiny smirk on Lois' face.

He looks at her curiously. "Who told you that?"

"I was right there when Chloe called Oliver to tell you why we were going to be late. I could hear how panicky you were."

He sports a little frown at that comment. "I was NOT hyperventilating," narrowing his eyes at her.

"Sure you were," she continues. "Oliver told me."

"He did?" the frown getting bigger. "I'm sooo going to get him for telling you that."

"Don't you dare," Jennifer admonishes him. "Not today of all days. You can do it tomorrow when Anthony and I are on our honeymoon."

"FINE," he mutters under his breath. "I'll wait."

"Good," she says. "Now that that's settled, I need to talk to Mom privately for a moment."

"Alright," he says; giving her one last kiss on the cheek. "I'll see the two of you downstairs," walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" Lois asks her daughter; sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Well..." sitting down next to her. "It has to do with tonight."

"Tonight," Lois repeats. "What about tonight?" she asks.

"I'm a little nervous about being with Anthony tonight," she admits.

Lois looks at her curiously. "There's no need to be nervous. It's not as if the two of you haven't..."

Jennifer interrupts her. "We haven't had sex with each other yet."

Lois raises her eyebrows at her. "You haven't?"

She shakes her head. "Nope. We decided to wait until we were married to make love with each other."

Lois continues to stare at her daughter. "Are you trying to tell me that both of you are virgins?"

"Yes," she replies.

"I have to say I did NOT see that coming," she replies. "I thought for sure that the two of you had already..."

"Nope," she says. "That's why I'm a little nervous."

Lois smiles at her; taking her daughters hand in hers. "I understand about being nervous. Your father and I were virgins on our wedding night."

"I know. You told me about it a long time ago," she says. There's silence for a couple moments, then she asks, "Do you have any advice for me?"

"You bet I do," Lois says. "I'm going to give you the advice your grandmother gave me on my wedding day."

"Which is?"

Lois smiles at her as she recalls what Martha said on that long-ago day...

"There's nothing to be nervous about, Lois. You love each other. And I will tell you that it may take a little time to be in tune with each other's bodies, but it's a journey that I know you will both enjoy. Trust me."

"She really said that?" looking over at her mother.

"Really," reaching up to caress her face.

"The limo is here," they hear Clark's voice calling from downstairs.

"Be right down," Lois calls back to him; turning back to her daughter.

"Thanks, Mom," her eyes glistening.

"It's a good thing you're wearing waterproof mascara," taking out a handkerchief and carefully dabbing her daughters eyes with it. Then she puts it away and stands up. "Let's go," extending her hand.

"Let's," responding with a smile on her face as she takes her mother's hand...

The grooms residence

"Come on, Dad," Anthony calls out to him. "This is MY wedding day - not yours," a frown on his face as he knocks on the bathroom door.

"I will NOT be rushed," comes the response.

"Ugh," rolling his eyes and leaning against the wall outside the bathroom.

"Is he still in there?" his mother asks; coming up to him.

"Yep," the frown still on his face.

"I swear, that man can drive a person to drink," pounding on the door. "Come on, Ollie. We have to go."

"I'm coming, I'm coming," finally opening the door.

"Well, it's about time," Dinah retorts; glaring at him.

"You look beautiful honey," reaching over to kiss her cheek.

"Don't you honey me," scolding him.

"That's right," Anthony says; agreeing with her. "I've been waiting for twenty minutes and don't want to be late for my own wedding."

"Well it's not as if they'll start without you?" a smirk on Oliver's face.

He rolls his eyes again. "Can you PLEASE be serious for once?"

"Of course I can," he replies.

"Good. Because there's something I need to talk to you about."

"Alright," he says. "What is it?"

"In private?"

"Sure," Oliver says.

"I'll be downstairs waiting. DON'T take too long," Dinah retorts; leaving them and going down the stairs.

"Okay, she's gone now. What did you want to talk about?" leaning against the wall.

"I wanted to talk to you about tonight."

"What about tonight?"

"Well..." hesitating for a moment. "I guess I'll just say this straight out. Jennifer and I haven't had sex yet - with anybody, and I'm a little nervous about it."

Oliver's eyes widen; his jaw also dropping. "WHAT?"

"You heard me," Anthony replies.

"I don't believe it!" shaking his head with astonishment. "Talk about déjà vu," he mutters.

Anthony has a puzzled look on his face. "What exactly do you mean by that?" he asks.

"Because I had this exact same conversation with your soon to be father-in-law on his wedding day."

Anthony stares at his father. "Are you telling me that Mr. Kent was a virgin on his wedding night?"

Oliver nods his head. "Yes," he says. "In fact, Jennifer's mother was also a virgin."

"Wow," leaning against the wall next to Oliver. "I had no idea."

Oliver turns his head and looks over at his son. "He was a little nervous too. So I'm going to give you the same advice I gave him."

"Which is?" Anthony asks him anxiously.

Oliver smiles at his son as he recalls what he told Clark that day...

"I will tell you this much. Just do what feels right, Clark. Go with the flow. You'll know what to do. Trust me. And the fact that your first time is with someone you love...well...that just makes it so much better."

"Really?" looking curiously at his father. "You told him that?"

"I did," smiling back at his son.

He smiles back. "Thanks, Dad," reaching over to give him a brief hug.

"You don't have to thank me," hugging him back, then pulling away. "It's that time," glancing at his watch.

"Okay," Anthony says. "Let's go," heading downstairs with his father right behind him...

Later at the reception...

"That was a beautiful ceremony, wasn't it?" Lois says to Clark; a smile on her face.

"It sure was," smiling back at her.

"I still can't believe our little girl is married now. It was just yesterday I was holding her in my arms and telling her all about you," a wistful look on her face.

"I know," taking her hand and softly kissing it. "She turned out to be a wonderful young woman. Just like her mother," winking at her.

"You sure know how to make a girl tingle," she says teasingly.

"Glad to know I haven't lost my touch," his other hand reaching behind her to gently squeeze her backside. "There will be more of that tonight," whispering in her ear.

"Is that a promise?" she whispers back.

"You better believe it," softly kissing her lips...

A little while later...

"There you are," Dinah remarks; opening the door to the terrace and walking over to Oliver. "Have you been hiding here for the last half hour?" sitting down next to him on the bench.

"I was just thinking," he remarks.

"About what?" laying her arm across the top of the bench.

"About our son being married now," a little wistful.

"I still can't believe it," her hand now resting on his shoulder. "But he absolutely made the right choice."

"I know," turning his head to gaze at her. "Do they remind you of anybody we know?"

"Of course they do," rolling her eyes slightly. "They act just like Clark and Lois when they're around each other."

"They've acted like that for as long as I can remember," an amused look on his face.

"Don't I know it," the same look on her face.

He smiles at her. "Have I ever told you how grateful I am that you agreed to marry me?" taking her hands in his.

"Humm," pretending to think about it. "You can show me tonight?" she says coyly.

"You bet I will," leaning forward to kiss her lips. After they pull apart, he says, "I'm going to make you sing, my lovely Black Canary," kissing her again...

A little while later...

"Let's dance," Anthony says to his new wife; taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor as a new song begins to play...

Like a movie scene, in the sweetest dreams, I have pictured us together, now to feel your lips
on my fingertips, I have to say is even better, than I ever thought it could possibly be, it's perfect, it's passion, it's setting me free, from all of my sadness, the tears that I've cried, I have spent all of my life...

He starts swiveling his hips; thrusting his pelvis forward. He takes off his jacket and tosses it onto a nearby chair as he continues to dance...

Waiting for tonight, oh, when you would be here in my arms, waiting for tonight, oh, I've dreamed of this love for so long, waiting for tonight...

"Come on," pulling her close to him as his hips continue to sway to the beat; shaking his shoulders as the music continues...

Tender words you say, take my breath away, love me now, leave me never, found a sacred place, lost in your embrace, I want to stay in this forever, I think of the days when the sun used to set
on my empty heart, all alone in my bed, tossing and turning, emotions were strong, I knew I had to hold on...
"I want you so much," she whispers as she turns around and leans back into him; putting her hand behind his neck and her other one on her stomach. His warm breath tickles her neck as his arms go around her waist; a moan escaping her lips as they continue to sway to the music...

Waiting for tonight, oh, when you would be here in my arms, waiting for tonight, oh, I've dreamed of this love for so long, waiting for tonight...

"I want you too," moaning in her ear when she bumps her rear end against his crotch. Their eyes are closed as they sway in time to the music.

Clark and Lois are watching them on the dance floor; their eyes widening with surprise. "I had no idea she could dance like that," shaking his head with astonishment.

"We did," Oliver remarks; coming over to them with Dinah in tow. "Remember Jennifer's 18th birthday?"

"I was there and don't remember her dancing like that," a slight frown on Clark's face.

"You left early because Air Force One developed engine trouble and you had to take off," Lois reminds him.

"Right," a sheepish look on his face. "I forgot about that."

"I think that's when they really fell in love," says Dinah; sipping a glass of champagne.

"Really? What makes you think that?" Lois asks her.

"Because my son couldn't keep his eyes off her the moment she made her appearance at the club."

"I think you may be right," says Lois. "She looked so beautiful in that dark blue spaghetti-strapped dress," taking a sip of her champagne. "And of course she couldn't keep her eyes off your son."

"Good looks run in the family," Oliver quips; cocking one eyebrow.

"Very funny, Ollie," Lois retorts; lightly punching him on the arm.

"I think we're all lucky that they found each other. I couldn't ask for a better man for my daughter," says Clark; wrapping one arm around his wife.

"I feel the same way about your daughter," Oliver replies; wrapping his own arm around Dinah.

Clark picks up his glass. "I want to make a toast," raising his glass. The other three hold their glasses up. "To Jennifer and Anthony. May they be as happy as I have been with Lois..."

"...and as happy as I've been with Dinah," Oliver interjects.

"Here, here," they all reply; clinking their glasses...

Later that night...

"Can you get the door, Mrs. Queen?" he asks her.

"Of course I will, Mr. Queen," smiling up at him as her hand reaches for the doorknob. He nudges the door open with his foot and carries her into the room; pushing it closed behind him. He gazes into her eyes; gently caressing her cheek with his fingers.

"Have I told you how much I love you?" continuing to stare into her eyes.

"Not in the last five minutes," she quips; still smiling. He sets her down, then locks the door behind him. He turns around to look at his wife. "We're finally alone," a big smile on his face. He walks over to her and takes her in his arms; softly kissing her lips.

"Umm," a sigh escaping her lips as they continue to kiss.

He finally pulls away. "How about we change into something a little more comfortable?" he whispers softly

"Alright," she replies; blushing a little. ""I'll be right back," grabbing her suitcase and going into the bathroom.

He walks over to his own suitcase and opens it; pulling out the dark green silk pajamas he bought especially for the honeymoon. He slips out of his clothes and puts on the pajama bottoms, then wonders whether or not to put the top on. He smiles to himself and decides not to put it on. He closes the suitcase and turns down the bed, then walks around the room lighting candles and putting on some soft music to set the mood.

He hears the door open and looks up; his eyes widening. "Wow," he mutters to himself as she walks up to him. "You look even more beautiful now if that's even possible," fingering the lace of her blue nightgown.

"I see you decided to wear only the bottoms," her fingers gliding down from his chest to the waistband. "Should I assume you're also going commando?" her eyebrows raised.

"Now how did you know?" he says teasingly.

"Lucky guess," chuckling a little.

He pulls her into his arms. "I love you so much," gazing into her sparkling blue-green eyes.

"Ditto," she replies.

"Ha ha," he remarks. "Very funny," rolling his eyes slightly.

"I am my mother's daughter," she remarks.

"That you are, and I wouldn't have you any other way," one of his hands reaching up to caress her face. He then surprises her by scooping her up into his arms; carrying her over to the bed and laying her down. He lays down on his side next to her and gazes down at her.

"You want to know a secret?"

"Always," she replies.

"I've been waiting for tonight for a long time."

"Me too," smiling up at him. Me too," whispering again as his lips find hers.