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Standing at the alter I wait, listening for the familiar sound of Tris's wheelchair. Our eight year old son stands on one side of me holding our rings and his eight year old cousin stands on my other side with a basket of rose petals.

I look out to the crowd to see Connor and Brad, their two and four year old sons, Ryan, my parents and little sister, Tris's parents, older brother and his wife, and little sister. I also see Tris's friend Coco. I wonder where Mariana is.

I hear a small gasp next to me and I look down at the kids. They both staring at some thing.

"Look dad." TJ says in a low voice. I look up and see Tris walking towards us. Yes walking. He's a bit shaky but Mariana's holding him steady. I can already feel the tears falling down my face.

"Hey." He says when they reach us.

"Hey." I reply before turning to Mariana.

"Thank you." I tell her.

"Your Tristan helped my Coco to dance again. Walking him to you was nothing." She says with a heartwarming smile before turning and taking a seat next to her wife.

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After the vows are finished its time for the speeches. Tris holds the back of his chair to steady himself as he speaks.

"Mon amour pour toujours, car, pour longtemps, je suis en dehors de vous et ces années ont été les worst. Now que nous sommes à nouveau ensemble, je ne laisserai jamais votre amour de side. My, mon ange." He says and everyone stares at him in shock.

"Since when do you speak French?" I ask impressed.

"Had to do something while I was on the run." He says shrugging.

"Well do you mind repeating that in English. As pretty as it is in French I'd like to know what your saying." I tell him. He grins at me before translating.

"My forever love, for to long I was apart from you and those years were the worst. Now that we are together again I will never leave your side. My love, my angel." He says in English.

"There's nothing I could say to come close to that." I say trying not to cry again.

"You can say whatever as long as your mine." He tells me, kissing my hand right over my wedding band.

"You're such a sap Papa." TJ says rolling his eyes but his smile tell me he doesn't mean it. Everyone laughs at this.

"I love you." I tell Tris putting my arms around his neck and kissing him.

"I say that's as good as a speech so let's cut the cake." Connor says eyeing the tri-layer cake.

"Con? Are you pregnant again? Because if I remember correctly you had an unquenchable craving for cake when you were pregnant with Sam and Chloe." I question him.

"The doctor said I wasn't." He replies shrugging.

"I asked the same question so I took him to the doctor and made her do a pregnancy test for us. It came back negative." Brad informs me.

"If you ate so much cake when you were pregnant with Sam why isn't she sweet?" TJ asks with a mischievous gleam in his green eyes. "Ouch!" He cries out clutching his arm where she just slugged him.

"Tristan James Evans!" Sam yells as she chases him around the room.

"She's gonna kill me!" Is his only response.

"Our family is crazy." I say shaking my head.

"Yeah but they're ours." Tris replies with a chuckle. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Nobody else would take them even if we did want to get rid of them." I tell him.

"Then it's a good thing we aren't giving them up." He says pulling me into his arms.

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This book is officially finished. I am working on the sequel so don't worry. I am still working on a title for it though.

Tris knows French what do you think? Connor has a cake craving. And Sam isn't sweet. See you in the next book!

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