2 Days Until the Wedding

"Wilhelmina slow down." Daniel warned as she the stormed down the halls of Mode, her feet probably moving faster than her mind as she made it her personal business to handle whatever fool decided to cross her. With the coming days of the wedding, things were beginning to get tight and the last thing she needed was a dumb knucklehead who needed her 15 minutes.

"Stupid ass-"

"Wilhelmina calm down.." He mumbled right before she snatched the door open to the Editorial office. Walking passed the desk, a quickening came over each editor in fear that her prey might be them but she only had her eyes set on one person. Stepping in front of her desk, she turned to the Editors, scowling coldly. "Get. Out." They fell over each other, nearly breaking a leg as they attempted to scurry away. Wilhelmina turned to the bottle blonde Editor, taking a seat across from her. "Melinda did you enjoy your tenure at Mode?"

The young girl nodded as Daniel watched from a far, contrived in laughter as Wilhelmina reduced the girl to that of a sniveling mess. His actions ceased when she reappeared, storming back down the hall until Daniel caught up with her, touching her elbow. She spun around in a huff only calming down when she saw the look that he was giving her, stinging of disapproval.

"Daniel she leaked our wedding colors...I had to change EVERYTHING!"

"No you didn't...you could have kept them the same."

"No, I had to change them...Do you know how many Diva's would have then planned to NOT wear what I told them to wear."

"Yes...How dare they have such a freedom!"

"Don't patronize me."

"I'm not. it's just funny to see how serious you are about this thing."

"It is not funny...See this is why you don't get to pick anything for the wedding, you think that everything is a joke."

"I do not."

"Yes you do and speaking of jokes, your bachelor party is tonight and if I even smell a stripper I will crucify you...with an ax pick."

"Wilhelmina I promise, there will be no strippers."

OoO

With a drenched brow, shaking hands and bulged eyes Daniel wanted to fall in between the cushions of his friend's bachelor pad couch as a fierce boot stomped on the couch next to him before dipping into his lap, shaking her ample chest in his face. A knock came to the door for the umpteenth time that night and his heart stopped, thinking it was Willie, every time thinking it was her. Brian, his second groomsmen smacked his shoulder, seeing the blank look in his eyes. "Meade, loosen up!" Daniel turned around and smiled weakly watching as the voluptuous tan thing gripped his hands to her waist as she grinded her hips back and forth in a wave of motion. Another knock came to the door and he nearly threw the model across the floor out of anxiety, immediately standing up in expectation of seeing an angry Willie storm through...It was just the pizza guy.

"I...I'm going to go and get some ice." Daniel lied, stepping over the surplus of strippers to get to the door.

"But you're the damn GROOM!"

OoO

Daniel walked passed the apartment, hearing the music to see that Wilhelmina was still preoccupied. This assured him that she wouldn't come busting in on his party, ultimately causing his premature death. Just as he was about to leave, a distinctive shout caught his attention.

"Take it off!"

He turned around immediately, recognizing it as Nico. Curiously humored, he unlocked the door and his jaw hit the floor, eyes bugging as well when he saw a buff specimen grinding the clothed lap of his wife-to-be. Nico was standing on the coffee table with another stripper, dancing obscenely and Claire...CLAIRE even had one, grinding aggressively as her face turned beat red. He saw Marc, Victoria Hartley, Willie's mother, Robbie Myers, Alexis, Jodie Papadakos and half of the woman in the Publishing Industry grinding and feeling on tan buff bodies of male strippers they didn't care to get to know.

Not noticing Daniel, they all continued to party, music blasting I am Woman by Jordin Sparks. He had never seen this side in any of the women he saw. And to think, he was at his own bachelor party sweating a brow over having strippers when Wilhelmina was living it up right here at home.

Suddenly the music stopped and Daniel felt a piece of chocolate be thrown at him as Jodie Papadakos yelled. "NO MEN ALLOWED!"

He was then violently bombarded by more and more chocolate as the strippers took a break from satisfying the formidable women.

"Cease fire ladies." Wilhelmina spoke up, getting off of the couch and pushing her wad of singles into her bra, an action that didn't go unnoticed by Daniel. She motioned him into the hallway and he moved slowly, spare chocolate still being thrown at him.

"I can't have strippers Willie?" He exclaimed much to her amusement. She faded in and out of his rant, not really listening. "Nico...off...My mother...grinding...your pregnant...guilty...sexist!"

"Are you done?" She asked, unimpressed as she leaned against the wall, a smile on her face.

"No!" He responded, still getting the chocolate out of his shirt. "You said I couldn't have strippers!"

"Because you're a man." She answered simply just to spark an ire.

"That's sexist."

"Sweetie." She let a hand go to his cheek, her thumb caressing softly." That's life." She leaned in and kissed him before going out into the living room and he heard the whooping of her guests.

Daniel came back out and was promptly escorted to the door by Marc. "Your bride is in good hands! Now, shoo!" He pushed Daniel out the door and he stumbled, feeling the door slam behind him. He waited about 10 seconds and listened as the music turned back on and he heard Nico once again, making him chuckle.

"TAKE IT OFF!"

10 hours Until The Wedding

In the wee hours of the next morning, he came creeping in to find Marc cleaning up after the party with Claire passed out on the couch, a glass still in her hand, Alexis with Dollars coming out of her shirt and Jodie Papadakos hanging over the loveseat. They had a better time than he did.

"Pssss." HE whispered, catching Marc's attention.

Marc looked up from the trash bag, bags of sleep under his eyes. "What?"

"I'll take it from here." He grabbed the bag softly and the young assistant thank him with a tired nod.

"It's 4am...You can't be here in the morning."

Daniel nodded. "Take the other spare and I'm just peeking in to check on Willie..."

Marc nodded and walked wobbly into the hallway, obviously still drunk from the party. He looked at the apartment which was a mess and sighed, continuing where Marc left off knowing that if Wilhelmina were to wake up to her apartment looking like that, there would be no wedding, but a funeral.

After 2 hours, it was 6am and he was done, now wobbling like Marc had done before only instead of being wasted, he was exhausted. Before leaving he made a trip to her bedroom to see her still in her dress and shoes, hair cast over her face as if she had literally fallen to sleep. He slid her suede pumps off and she stirred, opening an eye to see him staring back at her sleepily. "You partied hard huh?" He whispered, seeing her alert.

"What shopping carts?" She questioned, trying to sleep.

He chuckled and kissed her head. "Go back to sleep." She curled her feet beneath her and did just that, prompting him to close the door softly behind him on his way out.

"Daniel." He jumped upon hearing his name called out, expecting everyone in the house to be asleep.

"Mom?" He questioned, looking at her exhausted expression. "Why are you up, Go back to sleep?"

"Sleep? Daniel I was hanging off of the side of the couch in a drunken stupor."

"You drank?" He exclaimed, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"Oh don't be such a party pooper! It was your fiancée who gave me the Scotch...She told me to drink for her and drink for her I did."

Yup, He thought, Mom's still drunk. "My fiancée?"

"Yeah that Willa-Willie Wonka, whatever girl you're marrying,...She's not half bad."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah...And she can throw one a hell of a party...Last night...I found out just how flexible the opposite sex is..."

"Mom, go to bed." He chuckled, turning her around to go into the living room, glad that she finally had a good taste in her mouth about Wilhelmina. Even if it took her getting drunk to feel that way.

6 hours Until The Wedding

"Where the hell is Wanda?" Victoria, Willie's mom, questioned in a fuss as she got agitated while getting her hair and nails done.

"It's Wilhelmina mother." Wilhelmina came out into the living room, Mason holding onto her hand, his hair gelled back as he walked around in his white pants and a tank top.

"Wanda?" Alexis cackled and Wilhelmina shot her a look.

"Shut up Alexander!" Wilhelmina scorned before taking a seat next to the rest of the women as her hair dressers worked in her living room. "And Maria-" She called out to her housekeeper. "This floor needs to be vacuumed when we're done here."

"Willie!" Marc came out of her room, holding a pair off eggshell pumps. "We have an issue."

"Please don't tell me."

"Your shoes are the wrong color."

"I said DON'T tell me."

"They're eggshell...aren't they supposed to be Ecru?"

"I honestly don't care about that right now Marc, at this point I need you to tell me if Mason fits his tux."

Marc lifted the Mason onto a chair and put on his suit jacket and showed Willie. "You said not to tell you if anything is wrong."

"What now?" She opened her eyes to see the suit drooping over him like a fat suit. "He looks like the after photo in a Jenny Craig Ad."

"I say he looks like the Adam's Family spawn with that hairstyle." Nico quipped from the right side of Alexis.

"You're not helping."

"I'm not supposed to...I'm supposed to be depressed and angry at the world, let me have my freaking joy."

"Wanda did you speak to Steven today?" Wilhelmina's mom inquired, sitting between Claire and Alexis.

"No and I don't intend to."

"Don't you want to know how your father's case turned out?"

"Nope."

"Wanda-"

"I said no!" She yelled, everything pausing in the room, disrupted by her sudden change in tone. "You know what just stop...Stop touching me.." Her hair dresser left her straight hair alone and Wilhelmina hopped out of the chair, storming down the hall and ending with the loud slam of her bedroom door.

"I'll go talk to her." Marc led Mason to Nico and waltzed after Willie, reaching her door to knock on it. She didn't answer and he opened the door to find Willie stretched out on her bed, newly painted feet hanging off the side.

"Marc."

"I know you talked to your father's attorney, Steven."

"I don't want to talk about this."

"I also know that you know that he was acquitted this morning...of all charges. It was all over the news."

"Marc-"

"Lastly I know that that is not the reason why you're upset."

"Marc-"

"It's Connor isn't it?"

"Marc I need you to leave."

"Fine...but just know that if you want to run...I'm packing flats."

"Thank you..."

He left upon hearing her voice crack by the mile, leaving her to an emotional moment. She cursed herself, knowing that she was messing up whatever first layer makeup she had done but ignored it as thoughts filled her head. Utterly she felt guilty...guilty that a man died loving her...Died because of her betrayal...Died because she wasn't honest from the beginning. Died because...She cheated him out of true love. She felt horrible...That she had gone on with her life and went on to live with the man that she ultimately cheated on him with. She was slapping him in the face and it killed her to do so...It killed her to turn her back on the memory of the man who introduced her to what a good man could be...Was it the right time? Was it too soon? Too taboo? She needed clarification...She needed honesty...She needed a sign.

"Give me a sign...I just need a sign."

OoO

2 Hours Until The Wedding

Daniel stood in the groomsmen's corner, pacing back and forth in anxiety as the wedding bug got to him quickly and surely. Was he ready to be a father? A husband? Did he have what it took to be the head of a household? He felt as if, when his father died he wasn't finished yet...He didn't complete the work that he was to fulfill with his sons...he didn't feel ready...worthy...Nothing was like it was supposed to be like. It wasn't traditional...IT wasn't normal...Hell their relationship started with him having phantom sex with her and she denying for the longest time...Was it real? He wondered, was it infatuation?

"Give me I sign..." He looked towards the ceiling as if to speak to his father. "For once in your existence...Help me out and give me a sign."

OoO

"Wanda..." Victoria knocked on the room of the bride and stepped in, Wilhelmina's only view of her being in the reflection of the mirror she stood in front of. "You look gorgeous."

"I look like a whale." Wilhelmina commented before turning around to face her mother. "Come to criticize mother? Tell me how pasty Daniel is or how difficult it will be for me to explain why I'm married to someone who isn't Mason's father or my personal favorite-"

"Do you know how proud of you...I am?" Victoria whispered powerfully, commanding the room as she moved further in the room, eyes glistening.

"What?" Wilhelmina questioned in confusion, not used to hearing such a thing from her own mother.

"And you may not believe me today...or tomorrow but I...am so very proud of you."

"Are you dying?" Wilhelmina questioned, honestly in shock in awe.

"No...no I'm not. I just thought that before I send you off to become someone's wife...I should make sure you don't go in a marriage bitter...angry...hurt...upset over your childhood."

"I'm over my childhood mother."

"Wanda, obviously you're not...If you were over it your nostrils wouldn't flare every time I referred to you as Wanda...If you were really over it you would have believed me when I told you how proud I was, If you were really over it...Our relationship would be better than it is now...And that's my fault...It's not your fault that you're so hostile towards me but it will be from now on if it continues because today...I end it. I want to apologize...For calling you an ugly duckling...For making you feel so bad about yourself that you went and changed your looks so much that you were unrecognizable...I'm sorry for...sending you away for being different...for having a mind and being the only one in the family that had the guts to tell your father about himself, I'm sorry...For not being a mother to you...It stops here...It may be too late but-"

Wilhelmina wrapped her arms around her quickly, halting her speech. "I've waited my whole life to hear you say that."

"I'm sorry..." Victoria shook her head as they pulled back, attempting to suppress any incoming tears. "...Wilhelmina."

"Mother I don't want to cry..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She chuckled a bit, pulling out a grey jewelry box. "I... have been meaning to give this to you for over a year."

"What is it?"

"When I tell you I need you to be open-hearted."

"Okay."

"When you...were engaged...to Connor Owens...He wanted to fix a piece of jewelry for you so that it could be your something old...All of..what happened, happened and...he never...he never got to give it to you."

"Mom I can't accept this-"

"He told me that he suspected that something was going on between you and Daniel...He shared that with me and I never told anyone...He told me that if anything were to happen...If things were to not work out...He wanted you to have it...whether you married him or not Wan-Wilhelmina...He wanted you to have it." She opened the box to reveal a simple diamond tennis bracelet that she hadn't see or worn since she was about 14 years old because the diamonds began to fall out and no one had ever taken her to get it fixed. Wilhelmina looked at it and turned it over, the letters precise and italicized. You have my blessing.

"He had it engraved?" Wilhelmina questioned, looking at the back.

"No, Just fixed..."

"But..." She pointed to the back and Victoria looked, only seeing the tiny lettering in the corner. "Honey that's the brand.."

"Not that, the-" She stopped, feeling a wave of dizziness sweep over her. She gripped at the chair beside her, holding on for support in an attempt to keep from falling.

"Darling, are you alright?" Wilhelmina looked back at the bracelet, seeing the inscription that her mother didn't and felt Victoria guide her to the chair.

"You poor thing...So stressed out...I'll go get you some water."

Victoria left and Wilhelmina unclenched her hands to find that the bracelet was still there, the inscription still there...For a second she thought that she was crazy...still hallucinating about Connor like she used to...At that moment in time...She realized something minimal yet monumental, invisible yet plain as day...inconceivable yet oh so very common. No matter what anyone said...No matter what anyone saw...She had his blessing...She was free to live her life without the prosecution of the world even mattering at all...He had released her from above to live her life right there on Earth. She had his blessing.

OoO

"Daniel..." Claire stepped into his Grooms Quarters, something telling her that he would suddenly freak out. She knew her son and quite frankly, she knew the men of her family and they were afraid of long term commitments. They doubted every move that they made and needed more to hold on. Bradford, in an attempt to satisfy his hot feet settled for two women and lived a life of secrecy. She didn't want that for Daniel. She also didn't want him to end up in a body bag because she knew that that is where he would end up if he pulled any of things that Bradford did with her.

"Mom...tell me that I'm doing the right thing." He immediately went to her for advice, knowing that she would have the right answer for him.

"You're doing the right thing."

"Mom!"

"I'm sorry..I had to do it." She chuckled and sat next to him on the white loveseat in the corner.

"Mom I need help."

"Okay, Okay! Do you love her?"

"Of course."

"Do you trust her?"

"Yes."

"Can you see a future with her?

"Yes."

"Can you talk to her?

"Sometimes, yes...it depends on if she had her coffer that morning."

"Do you want to marry her?"

"Yes."

"Are you feeling guilty because you feel like you're screwing over Connor."

"Yes I mean...No...No...I mean she is over him...Kinda she-"

"Daniel, a woman never forgets the first man to really love her and believe it or not, she still loves him...she's not in love with him as she is you but she loved him...he took care of her...They had a life together...Are you prepared to marry her and not feel threatened?"

"...Yes...but I don't know if I can deal with the press and the-"

"Daniel as long as you love her...The press shouldn't matter...As long as you're marrying the person that you're supposed to spend the rest of your life with than you're marrying the right person."

"Have I ever told you how much I love you." Daniel stood, as did Claire. He held her tight and prepared to become the head of a household...Or with Wilhelmina, co-head of a household.

OoO

The Wedding

Nico stood as a sole bridesmaid and Brian stood as a sole groomsmen. Betty was his best woman and Marc was her gay of honor. Their lives had been anything but traditional, as was their love and their story...so why would their wedding. The Senator never showed, as Willie excepted and she didn't want him to...Nico would have been a mess and her mother would be caught in the middle. The day had been better without him. Claire, Victoria and Alexis sat in the front row, none of guests separated by family. It made no sense to do so since everyone already knew the couple.

All the hype of it all had lead to this day, everything that they endured, went through all of the challenges of what had brought them together. As Daniel stood at the altar, about to keel over from the nervousness, a calmness hit him when the maestro struck and the doors opened to reveal the woman he was to marry. She wore an embroidered guipure strapless dress with crinkle chiffon skirt and silver grosgrain ribbon waist detail, her hair curled down her right shoulder in an Old Hollywood fashion. She looked in his eyes and saw her future, he looked in her eyes and saw the same...Despite what they had gone through...they still saw the road that had not yet been traveled. As everyone watched her travel down the aisle, a feeling of nostalgia cast over the guests, all of them being able to remember the road that they came down on...But no one knew like Willie and Daniel.

They started off a little tipsy

"Hit me." She slurred, pointing towards her full glass.

Daniel laughed drunkenly. "Your glass is already full."

Wilhelmina threw her head back, downing her 7th glass. "Hit me."

"With what?"

"The works." She nodded as he poured the Vodka then Tequila then the wine.

"Willie?"

"Yes Danny." Wilhelmina answers as she rolls on her bed.

"Do you love him?" Daniel looks up as drunkenly serious as he could be.

"Jack Daniel's..oh Yes, My secret lova."Wilhelmina took another sip from her glass.

"No...Connor."

"Yeah, sure."

"Yeah, sure?" Daniel asked.

"Hey! I'm drunk off my ass...I don't even remember what we're talking about."

Daniel smirks. "We were discussing how hot our baby would look."

Wilhelmina laughs. "That saying, it takes after me."

Daniel crawls closer next to her on the bed. "Oh yeah."

Wilhelmina tilts her head sideways and downs the rest of her drink. "Yeah."Daniel leans in closer, stopping within inches of her face. Wilhelmina scoffs "Punk."

She gets up and wobbles, stumbling numerous times towards the Wine cooler. Daniel does the same and snatches the drink from her hands and staggering against her body, pushing her into the wall. His lips came crashing onto hers as his hands roamed her body feverishly. She hiked her leg on the root of his hip and moaned softly as he deepened the kiss even further and pulled her lip into his mouth to hold her tight at the hips. Quickly, he pulled away yet keeping the hold on her body and his face remained close to hers, foreheads almost touching. "Who's the punk now?" He hissed.

It started as a mistake

Daniel yawned loudly with the stench of alcohol back lashing him in the face while he stretched his arms out. He rose from the bed and looked to pull the covers up. While tugging on the comforter he caught a quick glance at his... hmmph manhood. Daniel acted quickly, picking up his boxers and jumping on one foot to get the other through, leading to his inevitable fall. After a loud thump he heard a light groan from the bed above. He peered above the mattress and spotted a strand of long brown hair that peeked out above the sheets. Finally he stood up and walked around the other side of the bed. Leaning in, Daniel peeled back the covers and squinted in an effort to identify the stranger in his bed. Instantly he recognized her and his eyes widened as he took in his surroundings. This isn't my room. Quickly he gathers his things and scurried towards the door that revealed his adjoining room. He slams the door behind him and leans against it, panting heavily.

"I think..I just slept with the devil."

He tried to make a joke out of it.

Daniel chuckles and leans in towards Wilhelmina's ear. "That wasn't the name you were calling out two months ago."

Wilhelmina's eyes widened as she turned to face Daniel. "What did you just say?"

Daniel smirked. "Would you like me to say it louder?"

Wilhelmina turned around and smirked. "I came to tell you something...I'm taking 6 weeks in April."

"Why would you need 6 weeks off in April...Your already getting 2 weeks in June for the wedding."

"It's called maternity leave dumbass." Wilhelmina turned around and continued down the tunnel.

But some times it was not a laughing matter.

"Molly!" He shook her gently, hoping she would grab his arm or kick his foot or he would wake up from this never ending nightmare. "Molly, I love you."

"I-" Molly's soft voice caught the instant attention of Daniel who quickly turned his attention back to her faint pulse.

"Yes, Molly?" Daniel asked, hoping she would finish. When she didn't answer he began to panic even more. "Let me call 911!"

Suddenly Molly held on firmly to the lapel of his jacket and pulled him close. "I hate you." Her soft words seemed to echo in his ear like a never ending bell of fear. He dropped his phone when Molly's shoulder's drooped, effortlessly releasing the life from her body.

Their love became Dangerous.

"Wilhelmina." Daniel grabbed her arm and yanked her towards him. He pressed his lips onto hers and she quickly pushed him off of her.

"Leave me alone Daniel." Wilhelmina pulled at her arm with all her strength yet to no avail.

"You first." Wilhelmina yanked her left arm right when Daniel was releasing his hold causing her to lose her already uneven balance and go tumbling down the stairs accompanied by numerous thumps and yelps.

Daniel's eyes went wide and he immediately sprinted down the stairs in her direction. Wilhelmina lay, conscious at the bottom of the stairs, gripping her abdomen tightly.

"Willie?" Daniel asked softly, his hand resting on her shoulder. "Are you alright."

Wilhelmina leaned on her arm in an attempt to balance herself from the fetal state that she was in. She immediately grabbed her stomach in a sense of urgency that scared them both.

"Willie, are you alright?"

For others it proved fatal.

The screeching of tires and squealing of failed brakes filled her ears and she snapped back, concern etched all over her face. Her scream pierced the lobes of all those in earshot as they dialed 911, speechless. Wilhelmina pulled from Marc and tried to run to the heap but her father caught her, pulling her back.

"Connor!" Wilhelmina screamed, her arms outstretched towards the car heap.

At time their love was bitter.

"Wilhelmina don't screw with me."

Wilhelmina shrugged. "Why? You've been screwing with me for the last 8 months."

"Wilhelmina."

"Don't speak." Wilhelmina approached him, her strength slowing growing within her. "Because of you I lost my fiancée, my reputation, my dreams of a family and you almost cost me my child which is unforgivable."

"But Wilhelmina-."

"Goodbye Daniel."

Then a child became a variable.

"Dumbass." Wilhelmina rolled her eyes and rocked him back and forth

"What did I do?"

"Preemies have sensitive hearing, stupid...You don't scream when they're in the room." Wilhelmina spoke soothingly as the baby's eyes fluttered down and she smiled, placing him back in the seat and strapping him in the seat. She grabbed her coat from the side, picked up her bag and snatched the car seat before Daniel even had a chance to attempt to look.

"You know I can subpoena a DNA sample...Than I could sue you for custody"

"I'd like to see you try." Wilhelmina smirked and walked out the door deviously.

When bitterness faded, Love arose again.

"I don't know...Do you have feelings for me?"

"I don't know." She answered honestly, her eyes avoided contact with his.

"Well...Let me help you find out." Without warning Daniel took hold of Wilhelmina's face, cupping her cheeks and crashing his lips onto hers. At first he was surprised because not only did she not pull away, but she leaned in and deepened the kiss. And...was that a ...moan? As if to catch herself, Wilhelmina instantly dejected herself from his hold.

...even with the help of cough medicine.

"No..not without a goodnight kiss." Wilhelmina responded, getting up and wobbling towards him, planting a kiss unexpectedly on his lips.

"Whoa." Daniel backed, up, holding her arms. "As much as I would love to do 101 things to you right now...I can't...not while your hopped up on medication...I won't take advantage of you."

"Fine, I'll just take advantage of you."

Feelings were revealed.

"Let me just say this...ever since that night in Paris...you've been on my mind. 15 months, 63 weeks, 458 days and..alot of hours...I've wanted you...And you don't have to respond now because you might still be angry about the whole cough medicine sex thing but..when you come around...I'll be waiting.."

Daniel smiled, turning back to the door, walking out nonchalantly. Wilhelmina looked to Mason who screamed in excitement, clapping as if he were cheering the relationship on. She ran after him, slamming the door behind her only to see him waiting behind it.

"I came around." Wilhelmina responded breathlessly.

Daniel grinned, wrapping his arms around her as he pulled her into a deep kiss, their bodies dipping back in lust. Coming up for air, Daniel looked at her sternly, their breath mixing as they stood nose to nose, eyes darting from lips to pupils.

"First order of business...hot makeup sex...Second order of business ..Get my damn underwear out of the conference room."

Proposals were made.

"Marry me." He blurted out immediately, not being able to contain himself

Wilhelmina looked up slowly, a solitary tear steadily rolling down her cheek. Her hands trembled, completely oblivious to anything he had said. "He's not yours."

"What?" Daniel asked, confused. What the hell is she talking about? I just asked her to marry me and she- And then it clicked.

"I'm sorry." She shook her head, grabbing her coat from behind her and snatching up Mason's car seat, heading for the door.

"Wait." Daniel grabbed her arm sternly, looking her in the eyes. "What happened, what the hell is going on."

Wilhelmina shook loose his hold, not wanting any contact at that point. "Mason is not your son Daniel!"

She stormed away, not being able to deal with the surge of emotions that she felt. Daniel stood in the middle of her office for about 5 minutes, shell shocked as the world slowly closed in on him and his fantasy family fell away. He stumbled back into the wall, crouching down in humiliation as he sobbed, Mason's small smiling face the only thing that he could see until the building shook gently and the sound of tires squealing against the asphalt screeched downstairs, a familiar cry sounding that he had heard that morning wailed in the darkness. He ran to the window to see a truck crashed into the front door of the Meade building and a singular white Luobuotins sticking out from beneath the tire.

After an accident, love was declared.

"Because I love you!" Daniel yelled, jumping from the seat in frustration. He was tired of her not getting it, not accepting it, not abasing and abounding to the feelings that they both felt. "I love you Wilhelmina Slater and I am not afraid to tell you that. I've loved you from Day 1 and that will never stop. It won't stop through physical therapy, it won't stop throughout surgeries, doctor visits, Mason's life...Our child's life."

"I told you that Mason isn't yours!" She yelled back, growing frustrated as well.

"I'm not talking about Mason!" He screamed, his face red and arms flailing dramatically. Wilhelmina looked at him awkwardly, not knowing what to fell at that point. "I'm talking about our child, Wilhelmina...I know about...the baby." Wilhelmina didn't even flinch, the emotions almost becoming to raw for her. "And I fully intend to take care of it...And he or she's mother if she'll let me.

They conquered obstacles

"Come on baby, your almost there...3 more steps." She nodded, bringing the other foot slowly to the other one, a painful grimace upon her face. The next step she lifted the injured leg and planted it firmly on the ground, two steps in front of her, immediately taking the next step with the bruised Ugg leg. She tucked her hair behind ear, growing tired of standing since her body was so used to sitting down and resting, A headache began to kick in and the dizziness came with it. She held onto the bar steadfast, not willing to let it win when she was coming so close. She picked up her injured leg, as painful as it was and took a full step, the other leg coming right behind it. She landed straight into Daniel's arms, her head finding his chest as she exhaled in relief, the fragile place the she had thought to be in, shelling off.

"You did it." He coached, his hand smoothing her hair." I knew you could." She was silent, just regaining composure and realization of what she had just done as he kissed her tenderly and pulled away just to hold her.

"Yes I did...Now can I get my burger from Five Guys now?"

Fought for each other.

Something inside him snapped and Daniel snatched the Bluetooth from his ear, casting it to the side. He turned back, tapping Cal on the shoulder. Cal swung around and was met by Daniel's angry fist, square in the jaw. He stumbled back to the floor and Daniel held his hands behind his back to prevent further damage. "Now...If you go near her I will put out a restraining order on you...If you talk to her I will hurt you...If you touch her I will kill you.."

The law tried to separate.

"Excuse me but Ms. Slater is not on trial here.." The Judge interceded. He looked to Cal who then nodded accordingly, trying to pass it off as an itch of the chin. "I'll here the people for Remand at Rikers until the set trial in 3 weeks...No visitors."

Wilhelmina froze, feeling her stomach churn like an egg beater, a set nausea laying on her throat. She got up, looking him in the eyes, both seas of blue as they stared each other down. He pulled her into a tight hug, not wanting to let go if the world was on fire. He felt the tears rise to his eyes, a knot in his throat as he realized that he's spent the last 6 months with her, seeing her everyday and now he was to spend 3 weeks in a jail cell, the coldness of the thought seeping into his mind. A tear rolled down his cheek and she pulled away, her face a frown as her soft thumb graced across his cheek, sweeping it away before anyone could see it. She smiled weakly, feeling her eyes moisten as well. "Hey...don't do that.' She scorned gently, holding his face in the her palms of her hands. "I'm going to get you out...I promise."

Relationships were severed.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She snarled, throwing the clothes on the bed when she saw her father standing in the doorway.

"I just came to drop off your keys seeing how you want me to fall of the face of the Earth..."

"You could have dropped them on the floor, I don't give a damn."

"Don't be like that Wanda...Sometimes you have to sacrifice-"

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" She asked, hand on her hip as she looked at him. "You may think it's okay to sacrifice your child for your own selfish wants but I don't..."

And the blame for it all was removed from them both.

"No I just...I just feel like all of this is my fault...like a cosmic reaction of my life over the years...I'm being punished or something and everyone is suffering for my mistakes..."

"And you came to this conclusion over cake?"

"No...It's just how I feel..." Her sniffles lightened as she continued to dab her eyes, trying to keep it together and not let her emotions get the better of her.

"Willie, If the...universe wanted to punish you for everything that's happened, we would all be dead...But we're not...We're alive and well...Things are not perfect but they can get there...With Cal and...The Senator in jail...I don't have to worry about you and Nico's safety...Nico...She's coming home tomorrow...maybe you two can cheer up over the wedding plans and Mason will be here tomorrow morning...So will your mother...Things will get better...How about we...go get some more of that cake...minus the Vanilla Hazelnut..." He smirked and she smiled a bit, their lips gracing in agreement.

"I love you..."

And that summed it all up. That love...that love that was delayed, forgotten, ignored, betrayed, pushed aside and let go...never went anywhere...It sustained them through all of the bullshit they endured. Everything that they went through...was summed up ultimately by three little words whose power succeeded it's appearance.

As Willie stood across from him, staring into his eyes and their presider gave the greeting, their only focus was each other. They didn't even pay attention until it was their turn to speak, Daniel being first.

Holding her hands firmly, he swallowed, trying not to seem too nervous as he prepared to pour his soul before the world about how he felt for Wilhelmina Vivian Slater.

"I still remember the very first time I lost myself in your eyes. You looked into me, as I unto you. And what I saw there, It terrified me. I, until that point, had never seen two eyes say so much. The fierce fear given by the accent of your ocean blue eyes gave me a sensation of how delicate and fragile your heart was. Yet the darkened outline and depth of the gaze, Showed me the power and determination of your soul. At that very moment I knew, I knew my future had just stared me in the eyes. From that moment you have delivered me from my despair, And completely rightened all of my wrongs. And for this I pray, I pray that you accept my unconditional love, And never ending devotion. Take this ring as a sign of my faith and commitment. Our love has given us wings and our journey begins today."

"Who wrote that?" She asked him quietly, the front of the church hearing her and laughing softly. They knew she was a sarcastic person but only he could see the glistening in her eyes that showed him just how much his words meant to her.

He blushed, smirking a bit. "Betty...kinda..helped me."

She chuckled before preparing to not just recite vows but to bare her soul in front of the world as he just did. "I love you, not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you, not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you, for the part of me that you bring out. I love you, for putting your hand into my heaped-up heart, and passing over all the foolish, weak things that you can't help dimly seeing there, and for drawing out, into the light, all the beautiful belongings that no one else had looked quite far enough to find. I love you, because you are helping me to make of the lumber of my life, not a tavern, but a temple. Out of the works of my every day, not a reproach, but a song. I love you, because you have done more than any creed could have done to make me good, and more than any fate could have done to make me happy. You have done it without a touch, without a word, without a sign. You have done it by being yourself. From the beginning of my life I have been looking for your face, but today I have seen it. Today I have found it and Whatever lies ahead, good or bad, we will face together. Take this ring as a sign of my faith and commitment. Our love has given us wings and our journey begins today."

The audience fell silent, not expecting such a candid display of emotion from the pair. They had not expected them to be honest, to show just how real their love was...The love that was once delayed...but not denied.

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"I can't believe that I'm here." Wilhelmina exclaimed as they laid tousled in their hotel bed, the sheets wrapped only around their waists.

"I thought you came to the Bahamas once before?" Daniel questioned. not understanding how deep her statement went.

"No I mean here married, with a child...pregnant...again."

"Well babe when a man loves a woman very much-"

"Daniel-

"Well technically in this day and age, he doesn't have to love her very much-"

"Daniel." She laid a hand on his chest and he shut down. "I know how it works."

"Obviously..." He leaned over and blew on her stomach causing her to giggle uncontrollably.

"Daniel stop it!" She yelled yet continued laughing, not being to help herself until he stopped and just kissed her. She fell into the moment and lifted her hand to his hair, tugging at it's tousled fashion before pulling back.

He looked at her, a smirk on her face. "I thought you said that you were tired."

"I got over it." She replied seductively. Before she could get back to business he picked up her wrist softly, kissing her hand.

"What is this?" He questioned, looking at the diamond tennis bracelet.

"Oh just...a blessing."

"A blessing?"

"Yeah it was my something old."

He nodded and kissed her once more before sliding closer so that his chest served as her pillow." Willie?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you remember when you told me that divided you fall, united you fall harder."

"Random...but yes."

"Well you were wrong."

She looked back, smiling. "Oh?

"Yup." He nodded before speaking and saying something that would ultimately assure her that she could trust him...she could lean on him...She could love him freely and worry not about being hurt. With one sentence, he affirmed everything they had declared, with just one sentence.

"You said that your father told you that divided you fall united you fall harder but with me..." He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her expanding waist. "Divided we fall but united...I'll catch you."

~The End~

I had to end it guys, I'm sorry! Lol but I hoped you enjoyed the final chap. The divided series had run it's course and the time was now but I hope that this made it easier. Read and Review!