So, originally I was going to extend this story for a few more chapters, but I needed to wrap it up here. But, I've been working on this chapter for a while now, so hopefully it is to your liking?

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So, Samantha and Dean's relationship was a little bit out-of-order. Rather than meeting, dating, getting married, having sex, and then having a baby, they did it almost completely backwards. They met, had sex, dated, had a baby, and were finally getting married.

However, despite the complications and arguments, Samantha wouldn't have changed anything. After all, if she hadn't done the things she's done, and said the things she's said, she wouldn't have gotten her daughter, April. And, she wouldn't be marrying the love of her life, Dean.

And, today was finally the day.

Samantha was sitting in the movie-star styled chair that had the word "Bride-to-be" written on the back. She was looking nervously into the mirror, trying to count how many times her heart was beating per minute. Her hair and makeup wasn't done yet, and she was still waiting for her friends to come in and help her get ready. But, of course, she was still waiting, all alone.

She lost count of how many times she peered up at the digital clock that was resting on the counter top.

'Ten minutes. They were supposed to be here ten minutes ago.'

Samantha sighed and stood up, hoping that a little pacing would calm her nerves. She began to pick at her cuticles, a bad habit that she picked up whenever she got too nervous for her jaw clenching to work. In all honesty, she didn't know what was making her heart pound against her chest in the fashion that it was. She had performed in front of crowds that were full of thousands and thousands of more people than were here today.

"Surprise!"

Samantha turned around to see her friends, storming into the room, holding the tiny April. She was dressed in a small white dress and had a crown of rose petals on.

She couldn't control herself, letting a tear drip down from her bright blue eyes.

"Sorry that we're late," Natalya apologized.

"You never realize how hard it is to get a baby into a dress until you try it," AJ explained.

Samantha laughed at the thought of AJ pinning her daughter down as she tried to fit her into an outfit. It was hard enough for her to do it on her own, and the image of her best friend, someone who is impossibly bad with babies, having to squeeze one into a dress was priceless.

"It's adorable," Samantha cooed. "But, you all could have told me that you were coming late. I had my heart in my throat."

Nikki walked in with April on her hips and shook her head. "You shouldn't be nervous. Everything will be fine."

"Just, make me pretty and shut up," Samantha demanded. She was too nervous to speak; all she needed was to sit back and forget that she was about to become Mrs. Samantha Good.

After nearly two hours of getting her hair and makeup to be "perfect," the girls had finished putting the bride together. All that was left was the dress.

"This is gorgeous, Sam," Nikki complimented. She held up the dress to the light, which only made the stones shine brightly.

"How did you get the tire marks off of that thing," AJ teased. Even though the accident had happened awhile ago, there was no way that Samantha could have fixed the white dress. It was trashed too badly for it to ever be worn again.

Samantha smiled. "Dean called the place and explained what had happened. They sent over another one: same style, different size."

"You're going to look perfect," Natalya smiled. "I still remember my wedding."

"Give it a rest, Nattie," Nikki laughed. "This is Samantha's day."

Samantha didn't know whether to scorn Nikki for arguing on her wedding day, or laugh at her comments. She still vividly remembered Nattie and TJ's wedding. It was so cute, and everybody was invited. While that made for an excellent Total Divas moment, it also brought in a lot of drama.

It took them minutes to fit her into the dress, adjusting it to Samantha's requests. The brunette flipped her hair in different styles to find what looked best with the whole look, but she ended up staying with the original look.

"I can't believe that today is the day," Nikki mumbled.

Samantha sighed. She still felt really bad for Nikki, and after all that had happened, she was beginning to wonder how she would react to all of the wedding-day activities. She hoped that Nikki would be happy and that she would get through today without breaking down, but she wasn't sure.

After some finishing touch-ups and small chatter, the girls were ready for the ceremony.

"Honestly, I never thought that you would be doing this."

Dean looked in the mirror and over at Seth, who he had reconciled with over the previous months. "If we're being honest here, neither did I."

"But, you're happy right?" Seth asked, only concerned for Samantha and April's sake.

It took him a minute to really concentrate on what he was being asked. "Yes."

"Good."

Getting Dean ready wasn't as hard and stressful as it was for the girls and Samantha, and within minutes, he was done. He left the small room in which he was getting ready and began to approach the ceremony location.

The venue they picked out was simple, not too classy or elegant, but not too "Vegas". It was outdoors and located a few miles away from Samantha's childhood house in Ontario, Canada. The ceremony was going to be small, with only close friends and family. But, of course, Samantha needed to invite as many of her "close friends" as possible. Dean did have friends, but they weren't the black-tie, wedding type.

Everything was in its place, and Dean was getting more nervous as the time went on. He kept thinking about how much he wanted to see Samantha, but she had begged him not to come to her. They had made promises that they wouldn't see each other until their wedding day, which as much as Dean hated the idea, he obliged. After all, if he really wants to get married to the woman he loves, he might as well get used to doing things her way.

"Are you ready for this?"

Dean turned over as he felt a limp hand grasp his shoulder. He smiled at the priest. "As ready as I'll ever be."

"Then, let's get this show on the road."

He had been standing up at the altar for less than five minutes, but he couldn't calm himself down. He needed to see Samantha.

Looking out at all of the people in the crowd, he saw Samantha's friends, and Nikki, who was clutching onto April. His nerves settled down and he smiled.

But, the relaxed feeling only lasted for mere seconds. The usual "Here Comes the Bride" wedding song began to play, and Samantha came through the opened doors with her arm linked to her father.

Dean couldn't stop staring. His smile grew wider and wider; he never realized how beautiful Samantha was until he saw her in the wedding gown that she'd picked out. And, sure, he had to see it to get it exchanged with the one she was wearing now, but it didn't even compare to actually seeing her wearing it. In that moment, standing right in front of his future wife, he understood why this wedding was so important to her. He realized that all of the eyes in the room were on her, and rightfully so.

The priest began the ceremony by introducing himself and the couple at hand. He went through the list of things that Samantha usually zones out through when she's at her friend's weddings. She had almost zoned out completely on her own when the priest mentioned that the couple had written their own vows.

Dean was first. He paused for a second, before breaking down into dissolved laughter. It had the same effect that it normally would: a chain of laughter followed by everybody in the room, including the priest and Samantha.

"Sorry," he apologized as he calmed down. "I just almost forgot what I was going to say." He adjusted his stance and returned his eyes to Samantha's. "When we met, the idea of us getting together never crossed my mind. Really, I never saw myself as the guy who gets married and becomes a dad. But, you've given me the things that I never thought I'd have." He paused and looked over at his daughter, who was blankly watching him. "And, I don't think I'll be able to repay you for that. I just want to make you happy, and show you everyday how happy I am to have you in my life." His smile returned. "Because, I love you."

Samantha had to take multiple deep breaths to keep herself from breaking down. The priest motioned for her to begin, and she took an even deeper breath so that she could collect the thoughts that were being thrown around in her mind.

"Dean," she mumbled. "It took me a really long time to tell you how I feel for you. It's kind of embarrassing, because I was feeling this way the whole time, but I guess I was just too blind to see it." Looking down at her hands, she shook her head. "I just, I just love you so much. You've given me April, which is the greatest gift that I've ever received, and you've given me a life that I never thought I was going to have. Even though we had a pretty rough time getting here, I wouldn't have changed anything, because I love you. I love you so, so much."

Next, they were asked if they take one another to be their spouse, which Samantha replied with the basic, "I do." And, Dean replied with his own take, "hell yes."

"Well, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Dean, you may now kiss your bride."

And, so he did. Cupping her face and pressing his lips onto hers, he did. Loving her as much as he could, he did.

Samantha pulled apart and laughed. "Can you believe we just did that?"

Dean only shrugged. "Crazier things have happened."

"Okay, on the count of three," Samantha ordered. Turning her back towards her friends, she began to practice tossing the bouquet of flowers over her head. "One...two...three!" Tossing them over her head, she laughed. Hearing all of the single women behind her hoot and holler, she turned around to see who caught it. "Who caught it?"

The group of girls separated as the winner of the bouquet toss stepped out.

"I told you that I was going to get married," a victorious Nikki Bella exclaimed. Waving around the flowers, she was once again devoured by the other girls who lost.

Samantha laughed at the scenario before walking over to AJ, who was sitting off holding April in her arms.

"Why weren't you in the bouquet toss?" Samantha asked, sitting next to her friend.

AJ giggled. "I was a little busy." She continued to smile and play with he small child.

"Do you ever think you'll get married?" Samantha asked, reaching out and putting her hand on April's small leg, smiling at her baby girl.

With wide-eyes, AJ shook her head. "Honey, after seeing all that you've gone through the past year to get married, I'm going to wait at least until I'm forty to even think about that," she joked.

The new bride shook her head. "I used to think that same thing," she admitted. Looking over at Dean, who was talking to her father, she smiled as he looked over in her direction. "But, you know, things change. People change. And, life...is so beautiful once it does."

The End