A/N~ Yay! Here is the final chapter! I am so sorry it has taken this long to update, and you probably will not believe me if I say that this is the first time since my last update that I've gotten the chance to write, but it's true. As much as I've loved writing this story, I'm glad to be done and be able to move on with some of my other ideas. Who knows, maybe I'll throw in some one-shots to tie into this one since I love it so much!

"Have I told you how much I love you yet today?" Callen asked as his arms closed around his wife's middle and pulled her closer to him.

"Considering that it's 12:03, then no, I don't think so," she replied, a small smirk on her glowing face.

"Hmm, in that case..." Callen started, his lips descending upon hers, only to change direction at the last second to touch her cheek and pull back.

"I love you." He repeated the motion, this time kissing her nose, eyelid, chin, the corner of her mouth. Finally, he caught her lips as he simultaneously lifted her into his arms, taking delight in her squeal of surprise but ignoring the other hotel guests in the lobby.

Suddenly, Evelyn's arms around his neck went slack, and he felt sometime wet on his shirt. Callen opened his eyes and zeroed in on the red spreading across the fabric of her white dress, the life literally draining out her.

"NO!" he screamed, shooting straight up in bed, drenched in sweat. His mind ignored all his distress training and replayed his previous vision over and over again. A small hand on his cheek brought him back to the present.

"Callen?" Evelyn repeated. She was taken back by the raw pain in his eyes when he finally lifted his head to look at her. Gently caressing his jaw and muttering soft words of comfort to her fiancé, Evelyn was patient as his breathing began to even out.

"What was it about?" she asked. Callen shook his head before she finished, and a beat later, his lips were on hers, kissing her passionately, as if he were afraid it would be their last one. It brought tears to her eyes, reminding her of their kiss in the park not too long ago.

"I don't want to talk," he whispered as he dove back into her, and she couldn't object.

/

Callen held her in arms and watched as she slept, the pale glow of the moon coming in through the window and hitting her breathtaking face. He wanted to sleep, but was too afraid of closing his eyes. Of seeing her blood. Of loosing the love of his life.

That phrase had always seemed funny to him. How could you possibly know, in a world of nearly 7 billion people with so much mistrust and people pretending to be someone they weren't (which he did it for a living) that you had found the one person that was supposed to make you happy for the rest of your life? Now he got it. He needed Evelyn like he needed air. Seth and Natalie too. He couldn't believe he had wasted so much time avoiding the thought of having a family, but then again, if he hadn't, would be here with the three most important people in his life now?

Evelyn shivered slightly in his arms, prompting him to hug her tighter to his body and pull the comforter more securely over her bare shoulder. She was here, safe, and with him - that's all he wants. He told himself he would deal with the rest in the morning as he lay completely down with her.

/

"Hey, you ready to work on the wedding stuff?" Evelyn said as she slid the eggs onto his plate. It happened to be a Friday they both had off and the kids still had school and day care, so the couple was looking forward to having an entire day to themselves.

"Yep. So we've got the place booked and the food done, what else did we need to do?"

"All the filing for the wedding license stuff with the state, and I think that's it," she said cheerily.

"Well in that case..." he said, sweeping the papers off the kitchen table with one arm and chuckled as her eyes widened in disbelief. "Hetty took care of those for my cover. You're marrying Gregory Callen, pharmaceutical salesman, not G. Callen, federal agent, remember? I have no idea what my fake tax bracket is."

"Ah, that's right. My wonderful husband-to-be buys and sells drugs for a living," she said with a laugh.

"Still sounds better then shoots people," Callen said shrugging. Evelyn clapped him behind the head.

"You're good for a lot more than that," she chastised. "Though I wonder if Gregory is a less messy eater," she said brushing toast crumbs around his plate into her hand and wiping yoke off his chin. They both laughed and Callen caught her hand before she could pull it away and nibbled on her fingers, licking them off.

"If those papers are done, them we've got the rest of the day to ourselves..."

/

"All I'm saying is that though it is a tradition, it's fun to be outside the box. Follow the unbeaten path, ya know?"

"Kensi, I am still going to throw a bouquet. And I am still going to throw it right at you," Evelyn called from behind the changing room door. It was the final dress fitting, with the wedding less than a week away.

"Really? Really, Evelyn? I drive you all around town to look for a gown, submit to that awful pale green color for the bridesmaid's dress, and this is how you repay me?" Kensi joked. The door of the changing room swung open the Evelyn stepped out. Tears pricked Kensi's eyes.

"What am I talking about? It's your day - throw the bouquet where ever you want, as long as you don't actually expect me to get married though. You look beautiful by the way. I'm not going to get used to seeing you in that dress." Evelyn smiled shyly as she examined herself in the mirror, smoothing out a small wrinkle in front.

"Oh, dear, you look magnificent. We'll take care of those little wrinkles before you leave with it today. My, my, just splendid," the overzealous sales associate said, clapping her hands together and walking away, muttering to herself.

"Splendid, just splendid," Kensi mocked, rubbing her hands together in the same fashion. Evelyn's hand covered her mouth to keep from laughing too loudly.

"I don't want to take it off," she sighed.

"So no cold feet on your end, I presume," Kensi guessed, noticing the dreamy look in her friend's eyes. Evelyn shook her head feverishly.

"Nope, none at all. He's the love of my life and a father to my children. I'm ready to spend the rest of my life with him, no question about it. And if he's being honest with me, there's no cold feet on his side either." Suddenly, she remembered the week before with the terrible dream that had him bolt upright in cold sweat in the middle of the night and frowned.

"Except..." Kensi prompted.

"We both want this, and we're both ready for it no doubt, but we're both scared not about actually being married, but what it would mean for his job, you know? I guess I'm already holding my breath until he gets home every night, but he's afraid that with all the legal stuff associated with marriage, people who want to hurt him can find me, that I'm a target. Or the kids. We know Hetty took care of all the paper work so it can't possible trace back to him, but you know how he gets sometimes."

"You mean how he plant to put the entire church on lockdown to have it combed for everything from bombs to explosives, and has posted an agent at every sort of entrance the day of and before the wedding?" Kensi offered.

"Yeah, that," Evelyn said with an eye roll.

"He really loves you, you know."

"I know."

/

"Hello beautiful! Look at you, little princess!" Kensi gushed over Natalie in her tiny flower girl dress. After a few tries at the dress rehearsal, they figured that they could get Natalie to walk down the isle to daddy and forgo the flowers.

"Do I look good too, Aunt Kensi?" Seth asked as he pulled on the skirt of her dress to get her attention.

"Good? Seth, you are the most handsome man I've ever seen!" she cooed, loving that the kids were calling her "aunt" now. Seth shook his head though.

"No, daddy looks weally han-somer."

"Though it is true that your father looks rather dashing today, I believe all eyes will be on your mother, don't you?" Hetty said as she stepped into the large prep room. Evelyn turned at the sound of the older woman's voice, giving her a large smile. Hetty smiled back.

"Would the three of you mind giving us a moment?" Hetty asked turning to Kensi and the kids. Shaking her head, Kensi led them out to see where Deeks was getting ready and taking pictures.

Finally alone, Hetty walked over to Evelyn. Even after their first visit, the two had developed a close bond, probably based around their affection for a certain man.

"Typically, the mother of the bride would offer this, but as it turns out, I've taken the liberty myself." She then pulled out a long box and handed it to Evelyn, who gasped upon opening it.

"Hetty..."

"Something borrowed, something blue," was all the woman said with the flick of her wrist.

"It's beautiful. Can you help with the clasp?" Hetty smiled as she took the sapphire necklace from the box and stood behind the bride (who of course had to almost sit down) to loop the necklace over the head and secure the clasp.

"May I ask where you got this?" Evelyn said, aware that Hetty played a close hand.

"It was a parting gift from Castro in 1972. What a charming, horrible man," Hetty said with a shake of her head.

/

Giving a thumbs up to Seth and Natalie as they made their way down the short isle, Callen stole a quick glance to Sam, his best man, standing beside him in his navy blues. Sam's lips curved up and he jutted his chin towards the front of the church. Callen's head immediately snapped forward as the music started and his breath caught in his chest.

She was a vision. Absolutely breathtaking - Callen found his mouth was dry and he could focus on nothing in the chapel but her. Finally able to take her hand in his and look her straight in the eyes, Callen and Evelyn did not look away from one another the entire ceremony. After exchanging the "I do's," Callen dipped her for the kiss and a loud applause from the small list of attendees.

/

"Oh, Hetty," Evelyn said, struggling to keep the tears at bay. They were happy tears though, and eventually she decided to just let them fall. Callen, too, was having a hard time remaining composed himself as he looked at the stack of papers the older woman had wrapped so elegantly as their wedding gift. Hetty said nothing, just gave that knowing smile, as the two newly weds held each other tightly and Callen wiped the tears off of his new wife's beautiful face.

"What is it?" Deeks whispered to Kensi, who was also uncharacteristically choking back some waterworks herself.

"Papers confirming the adoption," she replied, hugging the sleeping baby to her chest.

"We're really a family now," Evelyn whispered to him, a smile in her voice.

A/N~ Finally! I'm sorry that took so long to put up the last chapter, but the wait is all over. Sorry about the kinda abrupt ending - honestly, I was just done with the story. I loved it, but completely lost motivation towards the end. Usually I offer to do some tie-ins or sequels, but I'm learning that my schedule is not very conducive to that. Sorry! Let me know what you think of the story - your reviews mean a lot!