Sasha looked over at Austin and smiled at the young man frowning at his own reflection. He'd never seen Austin Tucker quite this nervous, not in any competition at least, but he supposed this was different, in fact he knew it was. Five years ago he'd been in a similar room, wearing an outfit much like the one he wore today, feeling exactly the same way.

"How do you feel?" Marty Walsh asked him, quirking a brow at him in that annoyingly condescending way he'd always had.

"Like I'm about to jump off a cliff," Sasha responded honestly. His stomach was in knots and he hadn't been able to sit still since early that morning. He and Payson had stupidly listened to their insistent friends and family that spending the night before their wedding together was bad karma and thus she'd slept at her parents' house while he'd knocked around their empty house by himself. He'd spent most of the night sitting in the empty room that in five months would become a nursery, staring into space and thinking. They'd thrown the ceremony together in just under two weeks, a credit to Kim Keeler's efficiency and Payson's odd fixation on not "showing" in her wedding photos. He never imagined that would be important to her, but he wasn't about to argue with her and her pregnancy hormones. He learned that lesson very early on.

Marty scoffed, "Should have thought about that before you knocked up one of your former gymnasts." His tone was teasing, but there was a hint of seriousness in his old friend's expression.

"Bugger off," Sasha managed, straightening the lapels of his tuxedo jacket.

Sasha shook himself from the memory and looked towards Austin's father, looking freshly washed and clean shaven, a far cry from what he'd looked like a few days before upon their arrival in Boulder when he'd vaguely resembled a wild mountain man, his wife not looking much better. He was sitting on a chair at the other end of the room, staring out the window looking extremely put out. It seemed there would be no help from that corner, so it would be up to Sasha. He stood up and moved just behind Austin, his own reflection mirrored back at him. He put a comforting hand on the young man's shoulder and squeezed lightly.

"Breathe," he said, adding a little more pressure to his grip. Austin's eyes were practically glazed over, unseeing and his breath was coming in short, staccato spurts. "Tucker," Sasha said in his best coaching voice, the perfect combination of sharpness and concern.

Austin started, his eyes refocusing upon his reflection, seeing Sasha for the first time. He sighed in relief. "Sorry, I'm just…."

"Panicking," Sasha finished for him. "It's okay to panic, in here anyway. You've got to get it out of your system before you go out there," he said, pulling a silver flask from the inside of his tuxedo jacket pocket and passing it to him. "Take a swig and then pop some mints," he suggested. "You need to take the edge off."

Austin raised his eyebrows, "You really think that's a good idea?" he asked, though he didn't hesitate in taking up the flask.

"I'm not saying get pissed out of your mind. I'm saying, you need to calm down and this will help. Just don't tell Payson," he added quickly as Austin eyed the flask warily, but then took a long swig of the whiskey before letting it settle into his stomach.

"I won't breathe a word," Austin said, as Sasha offered him a handful of Tic-Tacs and then replaced both in his jacket.

There was a knock at the door and Sasha patted Austin on the shoulder lightly before moving towards the door. He opened to see the back of a very familiar head, her blonde hair spilling down her back in loose, shiny curls, the cut of the dress hugging around her curves in such a way that still sent his pulse into overdrive. He cleared his throat and she stood, her hair spilling back over her shoulder as their eyes met.

"Now this seems familiar," he quipped lightly, closing the door behind him and smiling down at her as her eyes sparkled back at him. "I seem to recall attending a wedding not so long ago where you visited me just before the ceremony."

Payson tilted her head and her smile grew, "Good thing too or I'm sure you would have bolted."

Marty didn't even have the good grace to look offended as he told him to bugger off and Sasha was about to continue his verbal assault when a soft knock at the door drew their attention away.

"Stay," Marty instructed and moved to the door sticking his head out into the hallway, not allowing Sasha to see past him.

Sasha rolled his eyes and moved towards the mirror again, yanking at the cuffs of his jacket, making sure he looked presentable. He heard the door click shut again.

"Stop fidgeting, you don't fidget in Armani," a soft voice called from the doorway and he turned to see Payson standing there, leaning up against the closed door looking more radiant than he ever could have imagined. "I thought you learned that lesson already?" she quipped as he smiled at her.

"Apparently I needed a reminder," he said, crossing the room quickly towards her. "What are you doing here?"

She bit her lip and then looked down at her dress, smoothing the fabric over her still flat stomach. It was a gorgeous dress, the soft fabric slipping over her body. He hadn't seen the dress until this very moment and she took his breath away. He thought wedding dresses were generally large, puffy, monstrosities, but Payson as usual defied convention. The dress was understated, no large bows or frightening frills, no plunging necklines, but the expanse of her shoulders and collarbone highlighted by the soft white fabric hugging to her, more than hinting at her wondrous curves made his throat dry.

Her voice brought him back, "I was just…I was just checking," she said finally and closed the distance between them, taking his hands in hers. "I'm so nervous, not because, not because I'm unsure, but everyone else is driving me crazy and I just…" she trailed off.

"I needed to see you too," he said, finishing the thought and wholeheartedly agreeing with her, giving her hands a soft tug, pulling her into his arms.

She sighed as she leaned against him and they took strength from each other. Finally, they pulled back, "Better?" he asked, knowing holding her close had somehow calmed the storm within him.

"So much better," she said, leaning away, adjusted the lapels of his jacket again. His hands slid from her waist around to her stomach, pressing lightly against her abdomen.

"You look beautiful and I can't wait to marry you," he murmured, resting his forehead against hers.

"Me too," she whispered, resting her hands atop his and squeezing gently before stepping away and slipping back out the door.

Sasha smiled watching her go. He was ready.

Payson stood off to the side watching Ronnie Cruz tear up as she helped Kaylie pin her veil into place. Kaylie looked gorgeous and she smiled as her friend practically glowed with happiness.

A little hand slipped into hers and tugged gently, "Mommy," the tiny voice asked for her attention. She looked down and saw a miniature of her husband looking up at her, tears in his eyes. "Mommy, I found you," he announced, before burying his face into the skirt of her dress.

"Alex, what are you doing here?" she asked, bending to his height, brushing his blonde hair off his forehead. "Why aren't you with Daddy?" She straightened the lapels of her son's suit jacket and was relieved when she saw he was clutching the small pillow with the rings tied to it. Whoever thought it was a good idea to give a four year old the real rings and this long before the actual ceremony must have been crazy.

"Wanted you and Ana," he mumbled, releasing the pillow as she took it from him.

"Alex," another tiny voice called from across the room where she'd been staring at Kaylie in awe. Payson watched as her little tow-headed daughter raced over to find her twin brother, "See the princess," she suggested, taking his hand. Alex and Ana wandered over and Payson smiled as the photographer cooed and snapped a shot of them holding hands staring up at Kaylie.

"S'not princess, s'Aunt Kay," Alex whispered to his sister.

"Princess Aunt Kay," Ana agreed very seriously.

The entire room, full of women ranging from eighteen to just over fifty melted at the same time and Payson smiled at her children, the lights of her life and though she was biased, perhaps the most adorable duo to ever set foot on earth.

"Okay, young man," she called, "let's go find your Daddy."

"Daddy?" Ana asked, looking hopeful, as they both turned towards her.

"Daddy," Alex echoed, racing towards her, pulling his sister along with him.

"And these are my gold medals," Sasha whispered, holding Ana in the crook of his arm as they walked past the trophy case in their office. The gym was empty and Payson had come to pick him up before they went to her parent's house for dinner.

Payson looked up from where she was changing Alex on the small futon across the room. "She's six months old, Sasha."

"Never too early for her to understand that her Dad is a big deal and that no other man will ever measure up," he quipped and she shook her head with a smile. Her mother had warned her about this, about fathers and daughters; it was a special bond, one that she wouldn't always understand.

"And it's not important for Alex to understand that too?" she asked, securing the diaper in place, before lifting him into her arms and tossing the soiled diaper away.

Sasha scoffed. "He already knows, don't you, fiul meu?" he asked, using his free hand to stroke gently against Alex's downy cheek.

She knocked on the door to where the men were preparing and turned towards the twins who were currently examining the tiny jewels the lined the waist of Ana's dress.

She heard a very familiar voice clear his throat and she turned to face him with a smile.

"Now this seems familiar," he said. "I seem to recall attending a wedding not so long ago where you visited me just before the ceremony."

Payson tilted her head and her smile grew, "Good thing too or I'm sure you would have bolted."

He laughed and for a moment their eyes met and that old familiar electricity was back, not that it ever really disappeared for long, even after five years of marriage and running around after very energetic twins in the middle of an Olympic cycle.

"Did you lose something?" she asked, handing him the pillow, the rings tied securely to it.

"Daddy!" two voices echoed from behind her and then toddled around her to grasp his legs tightly.

"He escaped," Sasha said, looking down at Alex, his brow furrowed anxiously. "Were you lost, fiul meu?" he asked, leaning down and pulling Alex up into his arms.

"I found Mommy and Ana," Alex agreed innocently, resting his head on Sasha's shoulder.

"You were supposed to stay with Daddy," Sasha admonished, his tone stern and Alex met his eyes sadly. "What if we had lost you?" he asked, "Mommy and Daddy would have been very sad."

"Not sad, Daddy, happy Daddy," Alex said, pushing his little hands against Sasha's face literally turning his firm frown into a smile with his fingers.

"Happy Daddy," Ana echoed from his thigh, "Up?" she asked and Sasha obliged her, lifting her into his other arm easily. Payson couldn't help it, the laughter had been building since Alex arrived in the other room and finally it bubbled to the surface.

"I think we can save the scolding for later," she said, stepping closer to him, resting her hands gently against the warm backs of their children wanting to join in on the moment, bringing them together unexpectedly.

"See Mommy, not lost, found," Alex said, as they stood together, a family, this moment the result of so many other moments, when the world felt like it was closing in around them, letting them get lost, but finding each other, always, despite everything, always finding each other.

"Yes, love, not lost, never lost," Sasha echoed in a whisper as he quickly brushed his lips against hers, "found."