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"Five, make you fall in love with me."

Chapter 5

"Where are the kids?"

I didn't want them walking in on us. Ashton had done it over a year ago and he didn't stop asking questions for a week.

"With… my… mom," She said between the kisses that she was gently pressing to my neck.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of my wife's warm lips on my skin, dragging slowly up and down my neck, her teeth finally latching onto my ear.

"Come on," she whispered before pulling me by my shirt towards the stairs.

My phone rang from my pocket and I stopped to take a quick look. It was Miranda.

"Are you coming?" Spencer asked as she made her way up the stairs. Once she reached the top she pulled her shirt up over her head. I caught a glimpse of her bare back and a familiar twinge of excitement sent shivers all over my body.

I quickly walked up the stairs. Okay, okay… I ran. "You're going to have to wait, Miranda," I said into the air.

When I walked into the room, I was stopped in my tracks. I couldn't walk any further, I couldn't breathe.

Spencer stood by the side of the bed, her eyes looking directly into mine, her beautiful bare chest moving up and down so fast.

"I'm nervous," she said quietly.

"Awww, baby, don't be."

I walked over to her and took her face in my hands.

"You're so beautiful." My fingers traced the planes of her face.

"Are you trying to distract me from being so nervous? It's not working."

"What do you have to be so nervous for? It's me, Spence. It's just me."

"I know."

"What happened since we left the kitchen? You didn't seem nervous then." I chuckled.

"You weren't looking at me like you are now."

"I'm sorry. I can't help it. I know it hasn't been THAT long but I feel like… I'm seeing you for the first time and I can't look away."

"I don't want you to look away."

"How can I make you less nervous?"

My fingers lightly traced her lips.

"Just kiss me," she whispered.

My lips met hers with a force as I slid my hands down her sides, feeling her shiver underneath them. I slowed the kiss down enough to find her tongue and tangle it with mine.

I could hear it in the background, the ringing. Stupid damn phone. Spencer slid her hand in my back pocket and pulled the phone out.

"It's Miranda again. Maybe you should talk to her. It could be important."

"This is important." I leaned in and brushed my lips across her neck.

"This can wait a little longer. I'm not going anywhere." She climbed onto the bed and lay down on her back. "I'll be right here waiting."

Damn you Miranda for always interrupting.

Spencer's P.O.V.

I couldn't believe how nervous I was. I wasn't even that nervous the first time we made love. Ashley's eyes on me, the way they scanned my body so slowly, so seductively, the darkness in them; they gave me a different feeling than I had ever felt, a new feeling, a feeling I liked very much, but a feeling that made me, well… nervous.

The kiss, just like I knew it would, washed away all of that. My knees went from shaking to just plain weak. The minute those lips touched mine, everything felt as it should. The trust, the love, the passion, it was all there, but it had intensified. It was stronger than ever.

Of course Miranda had to interrupt. She always called or walked in just as things were getting good. Like that one time…

12 years ago

She sang a few more songs. All of them written about me. I felt so overwhelmed with love for this girl.

She thanked the crowd and went backstage. I excused myself and headed downstairs. Miranda smirked at me and I smiled and shrugged.

The big burly guy, Mark I think, let me in her room with a knowing smile. He didn't even say anything, he just opened the door. I walked in and noticed a trail of clothes leading to the bathroom door again. I shook my head with a chuckle and walked over to the couch and sat down. As I sat there waiting for her I pondered just going into the bathroom and joining her in the shower. I started biting my nails and bouncing my knee.

"Why ya so nervous, Spence?" A low husky voice whispered in my ear. I shivered and jumped. She walked around the couch and sat down next to me.

"Not nervous. Anxious," I whispered back and leaned in to kiss her.

"Anxious, huh?" She said pulling away from the kiss.

I pulled her back into me and kissed her with every ounce of passion within me. She quickly straddled me and I found her neck, nibbling and licking and sucking.

"Mmmm, Spence."

My lips left her neck and I looked up at her.

"So I take it you liked my performance tonight?" she said hovering over me. Her eyes were dark and her lips were parted. She was breathing heavy and her hands were in my hair, gently massaging.

I shook my head and smiled. "I loved it. I couldn't wait to get back here and show you just how much."

I cradled her face and pulled her back to my lips. I couldn't help but let out a quiet whimper. I let my tongue trace her lips and she parted them for me. My tongue instantly met hers and bit down lightly before sucking on it. She moaned and I smiled into her open mouth. I loved having this effect on her.

I knew we were bordering on the point of no return, I just couldn't stop kissing her and I didn't want to. My hands started slowly moving up her waist and I felt her shiver under my touch. Before I knew it they had found her breasts. It was then that I realized she wasn't wearing a bra. It was also then that I realized she was only wearing a shirt and her panties. If I wasn't already turned on, I was now. In fact I was extremely turned on. I lifted her shirt off effortlessly and my mouth went straight for her nipple. I latched on and she threw her head back. A loud gasp followed which only turned me on more. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her bottom lip. I bit down and then licked around her nipple. My hand found her other breast and started rolling the nipple between my fingers. Her hips bucked into me and this time it was me who moaned. I pulled on the bud hard and sucked it into my mouth.

"God Spence," Ashley moaned followed by another whimper.

And that was it. I was done for. There was no turning back now. My hand started moving slowly and uncontrollably down her stomach until it reached her center. Even over her panties I could feel how hot and wet she was. I had never been turned on more in my entire life. I let go of her nipple and looked up at her again. Her eyes were the darkest I had ever seen them. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were parted. She looked so damn beautiful.

I started rubbing her softly through her panties and she threw her head back again. The sight above me was doing things to my body that I had never felt. Ashley's beautiful breasts were bouncing slightly as she grinded into my fingers. Her toned abs were flexed and glistened with a light coat of sweat. The sounds coming out of her mouth were egging me on. I wanted to keep making her feel good. I wanted more of her. I stopped rubbing just enough to slide my hand into her panties.

She picked her head back up and looked down at me.


"Shhhh," I said before placing gentle open mouthed kisses all of her face and lips.

The moment my fingers found her wet lips she closed her eyes and her mouth opened wide to let out a deep moan. Suddenly I felt my own wetness seep through my panties. She felt so warm, so damn wet and so amazing. She threw her head back again and her breasts pushed out towards me.

Knock Knock Knock

"Fuck!" Ashley groaned.

Are you kidding me right now?

Knock Knock Knock

"Damn it." I looked up at Ashley's flushed face and she released a deep breath.

"Guess we were meant to wait." She shrugged.

Then she did the sexiest thing I think I have ever witnessed. She pulled my hand out of her panties and slid my fingers into her mouth. She slowly sucked on both fingers and then leaned in and kissed me hard. I could taste her on her tongue. I had never experienced anything like that and it only made me want her more. I wanted all of her.

Knock Knock Knock

"Alright already. Stop with the knocking," She yelled. "I'm coming." She smirked at me and of course, I blushed.

She leaned down and kissed me once more before slowly lifting herself off of me and heading towards the door while throwing her shirt back on.

"Ashley!" I called out and she turned around.

"Pants." She just shrugged and opened the door.

Mark and Miranda were both standing at the door. Mark's mouth dropped open and Miranda just shook her head at the sight of Ashley wearing nothing but her shirt and panties. Ashley let Miranda in and shut the door in Mark's face while snickering.

"It smells like sex in here."

"What are you thinking about?" Ashley whispered in my ear and I jumped, nearly banging heads with her.

"It must have been good. I said your name twice and you didn't hear me."

"I must have fallen asleep," I lied.

"Well… you were moaning in your sleep?"

"What? I was not moaning." Oh my God! I was totally moaning.

"You were moaning, Spence. What was going through that brain of yours? Tell me!" She started tickling my sides. She knew I would spill. I couldn't handle the tickling.

"Fine." I gave in right away. She knew me so well.

"I was thinking about that time at the club, on the couch."

"Ummmmm?" She tapped her finger against her chin like she was thinking. "I don't recall. You might have to reenact it for me to jog my memory."

"I have no problem with that. You'll have to lose the pants."

She slid off the bed and took off her pants. "Now what?"

"Come here," I said while patting my lap.

She slowly climbed back onto the bed and straddled me. "Now wh…" I didn't let her finish. My mouth was on hers fast. Prior to the kitchen, I couldn't remember the last time we had kissed like this and I reveled in every feeling, every taste and every tingle. My hands grabbed on to the hem of her shirt and pulled it slowly up and off of her body. Luckily for me, my wife still didn't like wearing a bra. My lips latched onto a hard nipple and much like before, she threw her head back.

My mouth on her breasts, my fingers rubbing her over her panties, her moans, her whimpers. Everything happening just as it did all of those years ago. Thankfully, this time there were no interruptions. As my fingers slid through her wetness, her breasts, just as beautiful as they were back then, bounced slightly as she grinded into my hand. She took over the memory by grabbing my hand and pulling it up to her lips. She wrapped her mouth around both fingers and slowly sucked. Her eyes were on mine and this time it was me who leaned in and kissed her hard. Before the kiss could deepen she stopped.

"I think it's time we make some new memories."

That deep and raspy voice still had quite the effect on me. Along with those eyes, I was all hers, every inch of my body, every piece of my heart, every part of my soul, belonged to her, forever.

Her hot mouth descended torturously slow down my body, her tongue sneaking out to taste and her teeth biting down softly. When she wrapped her lips around a nipple, I was sure I was going to come right then. It was obvious that I had missed the feeling, the feeling of her warm, wet lips, the feeling of her soft and talented hands gliding across every curve of my body, the feeling of her eyes on me, watching my every reaction to her touch, the feeling of complete, unadulterated love and passion. All the things only my wife could make me feel.

Every kiss felt new. Every lick and nip awakened all of my senses. I now understood what Ashley meant when she said she felt she was seeing me for the first time. When her mouth glided over my stomach, when her tongue dipped into my belly button, when her hands ran down my legs, it felt different than it had before. It was as amazing as I remember it, but a different kind of amazing. A better kind of amazing.

I closed my eyes tight as her teeth nipped at the soft skin of my inner thighs, her mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses down to my ankle and back up. Her eyes were so seductive, so inviting, so enticing. I kept my eyes closed, afraid I would come before she even touched me where I needed her so badly…and I didn't want to miss out on that.

"God I've missed you so much, Spence." She kissed my lower abdomen, letting her tongue sneak out and taste before slowly dragging it lower. Her hand found mine and she threaded our fingers together.

"Please look at me, baby. Let me see those eyes," she begged, her husky voice full of desperation.

I opened my eyes and looked down at her just as her tongue ran through my folds. I squeezed her hand tight and let out a long moan.

She didn't tease or draw it out. Her tongue started working quickly, only stopping to suck my clit into her warm mouth. Her fingers had perfect timing, filling me whole and moving fast and hard. It didn't take long after that. The pressure was intense as it built up, my stomach tightened, my mouth opened wide but nothing came out as it ripped through my body. Her tongue continued its movements on my clit but they became soft and slow. My body convulsed and trembled as I came down from the most powerful orgasm I had ever felt. She finally pulled out of me and moved up my body, leaving chaste kisses on my still quivering stomach, licking each nipple quickly, causing me to shudder.

"Hi," she said, finally face to face with me again.

"Hi," I replied, out of breath.

"You okay?"

I was still slightly trembling and she pulled me into her arms.

"I'm better than okay."

"Good." She kissed my sweaty forehead. "So… I still got it, huh?"

I rolled my eyes and laughed. "You still got it, babe."

"I love you, Spencer," She said, a serious tone this time.

"I love you, too."

Ashley's P.O.V

I could feel her breath on my neck, she had fallen asleep. I held her tight, not wanting to ever let go of the moment. I hadn't been this happy in years. Closing my eyes, I saw her face over and over again. I saw her eyes slam shut, her mouth open wide as we shared an incredible moment of pure bliss. Becoming one again. Making each other feel again.

I was exhausted but I forced my eyes back open, not wanting to sleep, not letting myself leave the moment of happiness I was having, afraid it wouldn't be there when I awoke. So I lay there, holding my wife, taking in the feeling of comfort and wholeness. Promising myself and a sleeping Spencer, I would never let it disappear again.

Later that night as we drove to the restaurant we were meeting Miranda at, she pulled my hand over the console and held it in her lap. "Thank you, for earlier."

She gave me a smile, the one and only Spencer smile and I felt like time had gone backwards and it was just the two of us again. Jumping in the car and just driving. Driving until nightfall and sleeping under the stars. Eating at little hole-in-the-wall diners while having conversations with people we would never see again. Driving back home and reminiscing about the time we had. Simple times back then, when pulling my hand across the console to hold it meant everything to me.

She had that knowing look in her eyes, the one that told me she was thinking the same thing I was.

"Maybe next weekend we can take one of those trips. Just you and me, and the road."

I just smiled and squeezed her hand.

Dinner was amazing. Miranda chose a simple Mediterranean place. We enjoyed our food but we enjoyed our company even more. Chelsea had come into town for the wedding. She still looked as gorgeous as she did in high school and even more so with the glow from her pregnancy. After many conversations about our time at Archer's and catching up with what was going on with everyone, we headed back to our place and had a few drinks. Around midnight, I stumbled outside for some fresh air. It didn't take long for me to notice the stars. They covered the dark night sky like a blanket and shone so bright over the lake. Instantly, my mind wandered to thoughts of Alyssa. It always did on nights like this. But it had been a long time since I was brave enough to talk to her. I didn't want to talk to her about all of my mistakes. I truly believed she could hear me and I didn't want her to be disappointed like everyone else was.

"I wish you were here, Lyss. I wish you were here instead of up there. I wish you could have all of this happiness I have. I lost it for a while. I was stupid. But… now that I have it back, it's so much more incredible than I could ever imagined. I wish you could feel that. For yourself. I wish you could see my family, I mean really see them and meet them. My boys, god I wish you could meet them. They're both so different even though they're twins. Each of them with their own little personalities. Ashton, he's all me. At least that's what Spencer says. All of my charm, wit and… stubbornness. And he's so confident already. Alexander, he's special. They keep trying to tell us he has a disorder, but I don't see it. I just see an amazing boy with extraordinary talents and a big brain like his mom. And he loves the piano, Lyss. He plays it better than me."

The tears started slowly falling from my tired eyes. I was already an emotional person, add alcohol to that and I was a mess. I wrapped my arms around my body, the cool night air creeping up on me.

"Alyssa reminds me of you. It can't be coincidence, right? She likes to listen to music. In fact, I think she has more songs on her iPod than I do. And she's got this calmness about her. She doesn't let things get to her. She's always telling me, 'it'll be alright mom.'" I laughed at her little voice in my head. "She's only five." I paused to wipe my eyes. "I tell her about you all of the time. I tell her how she was named after a strong, brave, and beautiful girl. A girl who is up in heaven with the angels. And she looks down at us and she smiles and she keeps us safe. At the end of the story, she always says, 'I'm special; I was named after an angel.'" I smiled through the tears falling and I could almost see her looking down through the stars.

"I know it's been a while since I talked to you last. A lot has happened since then. A lot of bad but things are getting better. I remember when you first found out about me and Spencer. I remember everything you said to me. 'Make sure you tell her you love her every chance you get.' Somehow I got away from that. I let her doubt my love for her. Never again, Lyss. Never again."

I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and closed my eyes to the warmth and comfort they created.

"Are you talking to Alyssa?"

"Yeah, but I'm finished for now."

"You sure? I can leave."

"No, don't leave."

We sat down in the sand and just held each other, enjoying the lit up sky and the sounds of night. A little later, Spencer helped a very sleepy me up to our room. Once again she held me and "I love you, Ashley. Always." Was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep in her arms.

It was the morning of the big day. I found myself pacing around the kitchen waiting for the first of the deliveries to be made. The backyard was being set up with a couple dozen white chairs and a tent full of tables and a small dance floor. Luckily, it was a beautiful day. Sunny, but not too hot, with a gentle breeze.

"Hey you!"

"Good morning, Miranda."

She gave me a quick hug and a large coffee.

"Thanks. Definitely needed this."

"Thought you might." She laughed. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling good. A little nervous."

"Yeah, me too."

"No worries. It's going to be the perfect day."

"Oh, I'm not worried." She gave me a big cheesy smile and another hug. "Where's Spence?"

"She went to pick up the kids. She should be back any minute. And I should get out there and check on the set up."

"Ash, wait." I stopped just before I opened the door.

"I know things were a little rocky for a while with you and Spence. But, I think she is a very lucky woman. The way you love her, how much you love her, I can only hope that Chris would do the things you've done for love. I hope that we can make each other as happy as you two make each other." I reached out and grabbed her hands.

"Thank you, Miranda. That means a lot, especially coming for you. And I have no doubt that you two will find your own happiness and that he'll love you with everything in him."

She pulled me into a hug. "Thanks, Ash."

"Cause if he doesn't, he's going to have to answer to me." I pounded my fist into my palm and she laughed.

"Go check on the set up, Ash!"

I gave her a wink and headed outside. The sun was still low in the sky and the reflection of the lake was so breathtaking. The chairs were all lined up on the short beach and it reminded me of my wedding day with Spencer. It was such a perfect day. I had a feeling today would be perfect too.

Everything was set, now we just had to wait. I was about to head up to help Spence with the kids when he walked in, my dad.

"Hey, Princess."

"Hi, Dad."

"Look, I know I've made mistakes, I know I lost your trust. I want you to know that it means so much to me that you can look past all of that and give your old man a second chance."

He looked down and put his hands in his pockets. Janet appeared by his side and looped her arm through his. She gave me a knowing smile and then they looked at each other and it was evident that they were very much in love.

"People make mistakes. I know that all too well. And I'm sure you have learned from your mistakes, as I have. We have two amazing women standing by our sides; we have to be the people that they deserve, for them and for ourselves. I love you, Dad. That hasn't changed and it never will."

He let go of Janet to pull me into his arms. It felt so good to be in my father's arms again. He kissed the top of my head and said, "When did you get so smart?"

I smiled into his chest. "My wife is a damn good teacher."

Spencer's POV

What a morning! All of the deliveries had been made, and through all of the chaos, Ashley and I got the kids dressed and even had time for a little make out session in the bathroom. What? If you would have seen what she was wearing under that dress…

I made my way back up to Miranda, who was sitting on our bed, biting her nails.

"Hey, you just got those done. Stop it!" I said as I walked in.

"I'm nervous, Spence. I just want everything to go as planned. And what if I forget what to say? And what if he… oh god…what if he changes his mind?" She stood up and started pacing around the room.

"Miranda, sit!" She sighed and took a seat at the end of the bed. I kneeled down in front of her. As I looked up at the beautiful bride to be, I got a little choked up.

"Don't cry, Spence. It's supposed to be a happy day."

"These are happy tears. I just can't help but see you as that little girl with pig tails and a lilac dress. I remember you asked if you would look as beautiful on your wedding day as I did."

"I remember too. You were a beautiful bride, Spencer. Even though you and Aiden got married in that courthouse, it was all so beautiful."

"Thanks, Miranda. Well, now it is time for you to be the beautiful bride. I know your brother is watching, and I know he is so proud of you and the woman you've become."

"Great! Now you've got me crying. I just had my make-up done!"

I pulled her into a hug and held her.

"One more thing." I opened my purse and pulled out a small box. "Something old."

It was her mother's wedding ring. Aiden had kept it for her for her special day. She knew what it was the moment she opened the box.

"Thank you, Spencer. Thank you, so much."

For the borrowed and blue, I gave her the silver bracelet with sapphires and diamonds that Ashley gave me on our 5th anniversary.

"Are you sure Ash won't mind?" She asked with wide eyes as I closed the clasp around her wrist.

"It was her idea. Now, something new." I pointed to the rectangular box on the dresser.

"It's like Christmas day!" Her face lit up.

She ripped open the box like a little kid and pulled out the white laced garter.

"I forgot I needed one of these."

"You don't really. But, it's tradition and it's for good luck."

She walked over to me and pulled me into a bone-crushing hug.

"Thank you. For everything. For today and for every day since I met you. You took me in and you gave me your love and a wonderful, happy home and I thank God every day for that. I love you."

"You're welcome, sweetie. I love you too."

She finally let go and I wiped the tears that sat still on her cheek.

"Okay, enough of this crying. Let's get you ready."

Our dresses were on and with a final glance in the mirror, we were ready. Miranda looked so beautiful. She picked out a simple white floor length dress. The perfect dress for the wedding we helped her plan. She didn't want anything over the top. She just wanted a small, simple wedding with her closest friends and family. I was surprised when she wanted me to help pick out everything, but she had no idea what she really wanted and she respected and trusted my opinions. She was very wise for her age and believed that as long as you had love, you didn't need much else. "I'll leave all those grand, romantic gestures to your crazy-in-love-with-you wife." Ashley wasn't known for her simplicity, but she definitely had her moments and when she did do something simple to show her love, it made it all that much more romantic.

There was still a half hour before it started and I was starting to get nervous myself.

"I'm going to go check on everything. Ashley's probably going crazy down there. I'll send her up if I can."

"No, Spence." She grabbed my arm. "Please don't go. I'm starting to freak out here."

"Okay, I won't go. I can just call her. Do you want me to have her come up?"

"No, it's okay. We talked before you got home and if she comes up here, I'm just going to cry again and ruin my make-up."

Her voice was calm over the phone but I could tell she was freaking out a bit herself. She told me everything was good and we were right on schedule. Chris was standing right next to her and she wasn't letting him out of her sight. I laughed thinking how scared he always was of Ashley. There was no way he was going anywhere.

"Love you, Ash. Remember, you're supposed to stare at the bride, not the person walking her down the aisle."

"I'll try my best. It won't be easy though."

I hung up the phone with a big grin on my face.

"Ash being cheesy again?"

"Of course. I love it when she's cheesy though."

"I sure hope you do. You're stuck with that for the rest of your life." She laughed.

"Yes… I am." Cue lovesick, dreamy smile.

There was a knock on the door and my mom poked her head in. "Ready?" She asked after smiling like a proud mom at the both of us.

I looked at Miranda and she nodded. She locked her hand with mine and we walked down the stairs, very slowly. As we walked through the patio door, we were hit with sunshine and we both had to quint. The closer we got, the easier it was to see. The trees blocked the sun and everything came into clear view. The violinist was playing a familiar song, a song Ashley had written for me a few years ago. I thought that was strange and when I looked for Ashley up at the altar, I was even more confused. I didn't see Chris, and Ashley was standing up there by herself, smiling at me.

I looked over at Miranda, who stopped and turned towards me.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Ashley's waiting for you."

"What? Where is Chris?"

"He's up there in the front row somewhere."

"Miranda, what is going on?" She smiled and grabbed a hold of both of my hands.

"Your wife… is waiting for you."

Oh my God.

"Wait. What? This is your wedding day."

"No, it's not. Not yet anyway. Today is your day."

"You're not getting married?"

"Oh, I am. In the Fall."

She gave my hands a squeeze and smiled.

"So… this whole time, we were planning… my wedding?"

"Why do you think I made you pick everything out?"

"But you, what was all of that up there in my room?"

"I had to play my part and help Ash out." She pursed her lips and shrugged.

Oh wow. It all made sense now.

I was speechless. I couldn't believe it. My eyes quickly found Ashley's. She looked unsure, worried.

"Come on. Before Ashley has a heart attack." Miranda joked. She looped her arm around mine and we walked down the aisle. I tilted my head to the side and gave her a soft smile, trying to hold back my tears. I could see her relax as I walked towards her. Those eyes never left mine, molding together, never wanting to look away.

She held out her hand and I slid mine into it and gave it a gentle squeeze. We walked hand in hand up to the altar and stood in front of the minister. Ashley turned to face me. I'm sure I still had that look of shock on my face. I still couldn't believe this was happening.

"Surprised, huh?" She smiled and her nose crinkled. It was always my favorite smile.

"Yes, a little." I laughed. "Okay, a lot."

"Spence, you know I'd never pass up the chance to get up on a stage and tell the world how much I love you. Or show off my wife, who is always the most beautiful woman in the room. So of course, here I am, standing up here in front of our closest family and friends. Standing up here in front of those who know, as much as I do, how incredible you are. I'm standing up here, hoping for, not a new beginning, but a… continuation. Hoping to, not forget about the bad times, but move past them… together. I love you, Spencer Ann Davies. Please say you'll marry me, again."

She still had a way of moving me with her words. With one look, she could still give me butterflies and red cheeks. I was still hers, my body, heart and soul. Through the hard times, none of that had changed.

I didn't have to say the words, I just smiled and took both of her hands in mine.

A tear trickled down her cheek. "There it is," she whispered so only I could hear. Her hand reached up to caress my cheek.

"There what is?" I asked.

"The sparkle."

Ashley's P.O.V.

She smiled and that sparkle, the one I hadn't seen in so long, was back in her eyes.

We renewed our vows in front of all of our loved ones. But it meant the most that our children got to see us pledge our loved to each other, once again. This time around everything had more meaning. This time around, I completely understood the words I was saying. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health… I wasn't naïve this time around. I knew better. Things change, people change, feelings change. As long as you don't give up hope, as long as you fight for what you love, you can overcome anything.

"If ever I believe my work is done, then I'll start back at one."

The end