AN:) whew! finally the end of my story... last post. Aww, i feel so sad. writng it has been one of the most amazing experience that i have evr had... and the reviews that i recieved were so awsme that i kinda feel so nostalgic that i am about to end it. i wanted to thank all those who reviewed so deligently... shal 83, partyfever, summer davis, newportz princess, J7 chick, cherrycola12, shawnn052, kursk, RMFan, gorgeous moi, Imilk, Jenny and all those who bothered to read. but a very special thank you is in order to RJmoonSpell and CohenAtwood, who have reviewed this fic right from the start and given me the motivation to keep writing and finally completing it. seriously guys, without you, i would have given up long ago.

The beautiful chapel was situated right along the beach side. The orange glow of the California sky cast an almost surreal shadow on it. The white drapes covered the small area of the beach where a multitude of chairs and tables were scattered, all covered in pale pink ribbons and silk pink table cloths. The gentle breeze wafted the smell of the perfectly arranged gardenias towards the elegantly dressed guests. It wasn't a huge number, not by Newport standards anyways. But it was an eclectic number. Only people who had meant a lot to the couple had been invited. There was Luke… who had come with his second wife, Rebecca. There was Anna… who had just gotten engaged with the guy who worked at the sailing company that she had started, there was Teresa… who was looking stunning as usual as she came with her little kid (who was not so little anymore seeing as he had bought a girl along with him). She was still single but was hoping to find the perfect father for her kid, there was Arturo and Teresa's mom, Chili who was still bizarro Seth, except he had become even more bizarre, if that was possible, a couple of Ryan's friends from Berkeley, Jason, who had of course come alone, Dawn, sober for five years now and happy with her boyfriend and last but definitely not the least, Taylor, who had breezed in with a smile on her face and a second husband on her arm. There was an undercurrent of excitement that could be felt in the air, like something good and beautiful and right and perfect was about to happen, and the already gathered people who were silently laughing and chatting as they waited for the bride to arrive were basking in its glory. It was simple, elegant, and beautiful. It was perfect.

It was his wedding day… And Ryan Atwood was nervous as hell!

He was standing next to Seth, his eyes fixed on the entrance. Where was she? He shifted his weight from one leg to the other. He couldn't stand still. She was supposed to have entered five minutes ago. Summer had entered long back as she had winked at him and taken her place as the bridesmaid. He tried catching her eye wanting to ask her what the deal was, but she herself was looking apprehensively at the door, which to Ryan was not a good sign. He felt the knot in his stomach tighten another ten fold. Where was she? Had she changed her mind?

"Dude, for your sake, I sincerely hope she hasn't seen the movie 'the runaway bride'" Seth muttered from beside causing Ryan to almost whirl around on him.

"Seth! " Ryan growled "you are not helping."

"Sorry… it's just the names Maggie and Marissa sound so similar, which, in case you are wondering, is the name of Julia Roberts in that movie." Seth was babbling... more than usual, which was a sure sign that he himself was nervous.

Ryan turned around fully intending to kick Seth's ass right there and then, but the next words caught in his throat and his brain ceased to function and an entirely different expression lighted his eyes as he stared at the door.

There in front of his eyes, stood a vision... a vision of an Angel in white!

He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat almost doubling in size as he saw marissa at the doorway. She was wearing an off shoulder white gown that hugged her upper body perfectly as it flared at her waist. She had left her blonde hair loose around her shoulders and they were adorned with little flowers. The sun streamed inside from the open doorway as it cast an almost surreal halo around her.

But it was more than that.

It was the fact that she was going to become his, that she had dressed this way for him and only him, that literally took his breath away… he was never going to forget this moment or the way she had looked, if he lived to be a hundred.

"Oh My God…" he breathed, the word flowing out of his mouth and he hadn't even realized he had made any sound.

Her head held proud she began moving towards him then, as the orchestra played, the music rising to a crescendo.

Slowly their eyes met through the veil… and held. A shy smile began forming on her face and he felt his entire being lit up from within. Sandy was walking beside her, but he could hardly see him, hardly see anything except her. She looked so beautiful, it hurt. Was she for real? Was she really his? He felt proud... he felt amazed and he felt unbelievably lucky!

He gave her his hand as she neared him and shyly she placed her hand in his, like she had done the first time, like she was going to do for the rest of her life. She turned around to face him as he slowly lifted her veil and for a moment he remembered that 16 year old girl that he had met in the driveway. He felt the familiar spark, the familiar connection as thier eyes connected. Nothing between them had changed. And he doubted if it ever would.

"Do you Ryan Atwood; take Marissa Cooper to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

Never taking his eyes off her, he mumbled "I do"

"And do you, Marissa Cooper, take Ryan Atwood to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

She smiled at him as she replied confidently, "I do"

"With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you as man and wife… you may now kiss the bride…"

With trembling fingers he drew her to him as he slowly kissed her, tenderly, softly, passionately, conveying to her all that he couldn't put into words, all that she had meant to him over the years. And suddenly he wanted to thank God, for giving him the sense to steal a car.

Marissa put her entire being into that kiss, all her emotions, all her feelings, all her love, into that one kiss. She thought of all that they had been through and all the feelings that had never changed, of how she still felt like a sixteen year old girl being kissed by him for the first time on the Ferris wheel, and she knew what she was going to tell her grand children. She was going to say, that it had been the smartest move of her life, the day she had bummed a cigarette off him.

Julie was almost crying as she hugged Neil, "my baby is getting married… my Marissa is getting married".

Kirsten clutched Sandy's hand, as she gave him a soft kiss, both looking like proud parents of two, rather than one.

Summer had a wide grin on her face as she looked over their shoulder at Seth and silently winked ,mouthing "I love you" at him.

Seth smiled… and then purposely coughed. "Okay you two… break it up. There are kids in the audience, and we don't want them aping you… at least not yet. Plus, the food is getting cold, and I can feel my stomach growling…"

Trust Seth to break the moment. Ryan and Marissa slowly drew apart, Ryan's hand resting by her waist as she leaned into him. They both had goofy grins on their faces.

"So… Mrs. Atwood. You want to dance?" he whispered in her ear.

She tilted her head to one side as she looked up at him mischieviously. "Will I have to teach you like the first time?"

He smiled, remembering the first time she had taught him to dance. Everything had been so differnt then, she had been dating Luke, and he was the boy from Chino who burnt down houses.

"Let's see shall we… where does my hand go?" he asked, teasing her.

"On my shoulder…" she said mock seriously.

Ryan placed his hand rigidly on her shoulder almost slapping her, aping the first time almost exactly.. "Like this?"

She smiled goofily up at him. "Lower…"

Slowly he drew his hand down, his hard calloused fingers rubbing erotically on her smooth skin and she gasped, the smile dying on her lips as she felt that familiar spark rush right up to her toes.

"No." she said, pulling him to her, as her mouth colliding with his. "Like this!"

He smiled into the kiss. Slowly they drew apart as Marissa rested her head on Ryan's shoulder and both of them swayed gently to the music, their feet moving in perfect accord.

"did you ever think that we'd be here?" marissa asked Ryan softly.

"Honestly speaking... i had hoped, even dreamed. but i just thought you were way out of my league". Ryan replied.

"i thought you were way out of my league", marissa said, surprising ryan even more.

Ryan looked at her seriously. "Really? i mean, how come?"

"i mean, i always thought back then,that i was the one dragging you down and you were better off without me..." marissa replied.

"and now?" ryan asked softly.

"Now i think that i would kick your ass if you ever left me!"

He wouldnt leave her anyways. not for a day, not for a minute, not for a second!

"Not even married for a day, and already you have plans for kicking my ass!" he teased.

"oh i have plans for more than that" she whispered seductively

"cant wait!"

He couldn't keep the grin off his face. Not only was he now married to Marissa, but he had also found something out last to last night which had made him extremely happy. He had planned to keep his council and wait for her to tell him about it, but now he could contain it no longer. He wanted to look in to her eyes as she confirmed it.

"So when were you planning to tell me about the baby?" he asked, as nonchalantly as possible, raising his eyebrows.

Marissa gasped, then spluttered, then almost stepped on his toes. "What? How? How did you…?"

Ryan laughed, looking at her expression. "Riss, considering how much I love your breasts, did you really think that I wouldn't notice the slight change in them?"

"You… you… you really think you know it all don't you?" she had planned on telling him afterwards, maybe tonight, after they had made love. But looking at him, sooo happy and excited, she couldn't help but join in. This was way better anyways.

"Uh huh"

"Maybe I can still surprise you…" she replied mischievously, her eyes lighting up with a secret.

He looked at her, giving her a very cocky expression. "I sincerely doubt that!"

She pulled her to him as she whispered something in his ears.

Ryan stood rooted to the spot, almost forgetting that there were other dancing couples near by. He involuntarily stepped on Julie's toe, who was dancing near by. She growled. "Just because you married my daughter does not mean you can step on my toes!"

"Sorry!" he hastily mumbled, before turning his attention back to his wife…

"Really?" he asked her incredulously.

"Like seriously?" he muttered, unable to believe, as a wide goofy grin spread on his face.

"We are having twins?" he almost shouted with joy.

Marissa laughed at his expression and gave him a confirmatory nod. Before she knew it he had pulled her into the tightest bear hug possible as he rained kisses on every part of her face.

"OMG we are having twins. We are having twins!" he picked her up in his arms and twirled her round and round before dropping her and taking her lips in a hot, passionate kiss. It was the best surprise Ryan could have ever hoped for.

Many of the guests had stopped dancing as they looked at the young couple with a bemused expression on their faces. None of them had been near enough to actually hear about the baby… or the babies. But in spite of not knowing the reason, they all smiled happy smiles at the cute looking couple who appeared so in love with each other. None were surprised by this uncharacteristic or socially inappropriate display of affection.

They were Ryan and Marissa after all…

Neither the bride and the groom, nor the guests noticed the lone man standing a few feet away as he stared at the couple. He looked heavenwards, and then looked at them as a silent prayer escaped his lips. What had happened was right, what had happened was what would have happened long ago, if it hadnt been for him. He had blamed himself for too many years, and when he had heard that she had died, he had. He wanted to go near them and congratulate them. But he had hurt them too many times, too much, for him to ever have the guts to do that.

He had never meant to hurt them.

He had never meant to fall in love with his brother's wife.

He had never meant to almost rape her.

He had burnt all his bridges. Looking at them so happy and together, he prayed that finally he could forgive himself. he had been rotting in hell for the past so many years.

And for once he wanted to be the good guy, do the right thing, like his brother would.

Trey Atwood smiled, the first real smile in years, as he turned and walked away.