"Congratulations," Tiffany smiles. "Thank you, Tiffany." Annabeth looks over at her. "It was our pleasure." Tiffany stands by the reverend, "It was fifty years ago, Julian and I were standing in that very spot." Tiffany sighs at the memory. "You eloped?" Annabeth's eyes widen. "We sure did, little lady." Julian, the reverend, responds. "Wow and still together after fifty years." Annabeth smiles. "A couple wars, terrorist attacks, four children and twenty-four grandchildren later," Tiffany smiles softly. They talk for another few minutes before the newlywed McCleary's say goodnight to the Donavon's. Annabeth and Lucas walk to the rooms where they got ready and pick up their bags. Annabeth cleans up all her stuff and turns to the door only to be startled when she sees Lucas leaning against the door frame. He holds his hand out, Annabeth takes it and he pulls her to his chest. He leans down and kisses her. They break away from the kiss breathing heavy and leave the chapel with one last wave to Julian and Tiffany. They walk to the elevator still clad in their wedding attire. When the doors open they walk in. Lucas pulls the hotel key out of his pocket and opens the door he leans down and picks Annabeth up bridal style. He waits until Annabeth looks at him before crossing the threshold. He kicks the door closed with his foot her drops the bags by the door and walks over to the bed. He sets Annabeth on her feet at the end of the bed and kisses her. Annabeth reaches her arms up ...
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