Title: Butterfly Kisses
Series: The Unexpected Series (Story 9)
Author: M. Jade
Summary: It’s another big day on the Hellmouth
Rating: PG
Email: If you have comments or suggestions, email me at jaderozegirl@yahoo.com
Spoilers: None
Feedback: I’ll sick my muse on you, so don’t forget to say if ya like it
Disclaimers: Me no Joss, me no Bob Carlisle
Distribution: My site, Strange Brew, perhaps fanfiction.net, all others ask.
Notes: Part nine of the “Unexpected” series. Takes place about 15 months after “Class of”
More Notes: The song is “Butterfly Kisses,” by Bob Carlisle and Randy Thomas. { } indicates lyrics. The Biblical passage is from First Corinthians Chapter 13, NAS
Even More Notes: This has a very large cast of characters. You are warned
Dedication: To my father, who always encourages me to be the best person I can be. I love you, Daddy
Rupert Giles knocked nervously on the door to the small room. “May I come in,” he asked quietly, hoping he could be heard over the chatter coming from the room.
“Come in, Dad,” he heard Michaela’s voice call from in the room. He came into the room to be surrounded by ten women milling about at a slightly frantic pace. His daughter Michaela stood towards the back of the room, facing a large, full-length mirror as she inspected the dress that her mother, Willow Rosenberg-Giles, was currently finishing zipping up. It was made of a delicate white satin, the back cut modestly, with a full skirt and a small train. Mike turned to face him, a large grin painted on her face. Her long, red hair had been pulled into an upsweep, with a few stands becoming artful ringlets around her face. The front of her dress had a lightly beaded bodice, with thin straps to finish off the look.
“You look wonderful, Michaela,” he told her sincerely. She walked over to give him a hug.
“Thank you,” she told him. She walked up and began to smooth the arms of the black suit jacket he wore. “And you look very 007, Dad,” she commented with a grin. “Total Sean Connery, honest.”
“As always,” Willow teased as she came up beside Mike and gave Giles a kiss on the cheek. “The same as the day I married him.”
“Except for the whole, pre-wedding, impending fatherhood jitter factor,” Buffy Summers-Finn reminded them as she appeared on the other side of Mike. Both ladies were dressed in elegant dresses, Willow in a light blue, Buffy in navy. “And you better not tell me that the latter is involved in any way, shape, or form today,” she added sternly in Mike’s direction.
“Absolutely not,” Mike assured her.
“Then I feel better.”
“Maybe this should be a moment for Zack’s soap opera. A “Passions” exclusive: behind the veil!” Gabriella Valenti added as she walked over, teasing Cordelia Chase’s actor husband.
“As opposed to their usual under the sheets or in the bowls of hell montage.” Mike added with a large grin, looking over at a chagrinned Cordelia, whole was trying not to pay attention to the banter, but losing sadly. The four of them started to laugh, then the laughter became harder when they realized that the others were staring at them. Mike was laughing so hard, she was almost driven to tears.
“Very funny, and if you ruin your makeup laughing at my husband, don’t bother coming to me for a touch-up,” Cordelia Chase Enright announced loudly from the corner.
“Yes, Cordelia,” Mike answered, her voice calming down. “Your wish is my command, oh goddess of all things cosmetic.”
“Darn skippy,” Cordelia answered, and Faith Wyndham-Pryce laughed at her friend.
“Don’t worry about Ms. Thing, Red. She can survive a chaos demon without breaking a nail on the same day a tabloid reports that her hunky husband feels he’s too famous for her, so don’t sweat a smudged line or two,” she said with a short laugh, which Cordelia couldn’t help but return. Gabby gave a hearty laugh at Faith’s ribbing of Cordelia.
“Listen to her, Red, she knows how to deal with the May Queen,” Gabriella said to Mike in her best impersonation of Faith.
“Five by five, right G,” Faith replied, looking to Gabby.
“I’d say yes if I was sure what it meant. Is it good?” Gabby asked, and Faith nodded in the affirmative. “Then we’re five by five.”
“Do I look pretty yet, Mom?” Eva Enright asked her mother. The bright-eyed eight-year old was dressed in a light blue dress and matching shoes, her brunette curls adorned with a little circle of matching blue flowers that went around her head. Cordelia smiled at her daughter.
“Yes, dear, you look wonderful,” Cordelia assured her. “Now could you go see what’s keeping your Aunt Anya and Aunt Kate?”
“Yes, Mom,” Eva replied. She began to skip happily out of the room when both Kate McDonald and Anya Harris met her at the door, each carrying a blue bag on their arms.
“Hello, Eva. We’re back,” Kate McDonald announced as she closed the door behind her, the little girl at their heels.
“You got them,” Cordelia asked, and both nodded. Kate pulled out a small gray jewelry box and gave it to Mike. She opened it to find a beautiful string of delicate pearls.
“They were my mother’s,” Joyce Summers told her as Mike examined them.
“Thank you,” Mike whispered while Gabby helped her put them on.
“Something old,” Gabby added as she helped Mike with the clasp. Then Kate handed her another small box, which contained a small hair-comb, encrusted with fake diamonds in the shape of a rose.
“That’s from me,” Buffy told her with a smile.
“It’s beautiful,” Mike assured her. “I love it.”
“Something new,” Kelsey Harris added as she peered over Mike’s shoulder to get a better look at the ornament. Anya smiled at her oldest daughter, then reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of familiar pearl-drop earrings.
“Those are mine,” Willow reminded Mike.
“They’re great, Mom,” Mike assured her as Anya handed them to her for inspection. She quickly took off the backs and put them on
“Something borrowed,” Morgan Harris added as she admired the earrings, “check.” Anya rummaged through her bag for one final item. She pulled out a delicately laced blue garter.
“And something blue,” Anya added. The other women laughed as they watched Mike begin to blush.
“Thank you, Anya,” Mike squeaked, fingering the garter Anya had handed her.
“Just be glad I was with her when she got it,” Kate told her. “She wanted to get you blue thong underwear,” Kate announced casually, sending the others into peals of laughter.
“Hey, they were cute,” Anya insisted.
“Mom, what’s a thong,” Eva asked Cordelia. Cordelia stopped laughing long enough to answer her.
“Never mind, honey. Why don’t you go find your father and see where he put your flowers, okay?” Eva’s hazel eyes lit up, and she nodded happily and bound out of the room, humming an upbeat tune. Giles chuckled at the controlled chaos.
“I believe this is my cue to go and see how the others are doing,” Giles told Mike, who nodded.
“Go. Just don’t forget to come back,” she said mock-sternly.
“Of course,” Giles replied wryly. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” As he began to head for the door, the bustle continued.
“Mom, this thing will not stay on my head,” Morgan said with frustration as she tried to adjust the ring of flowers fixed to her long brown hair. Anya came up behind her to help.
“Here, honey,” she said triumphantly as she adjusted a few pins around her daughter’s hair. They inspected the finished product in the mirror and both gave a happy sigh.
“I found your bouquet, Gabby,” Willow announced as she placed the empty bags on a shelf, pulling down a small bouquet of blue and with flowers with matching ribbons along the stems.
“Thanks, Mrs. Giles,” Gabriella answered as she took the flowers from her. Giles gave a small smile as he closed the door behind him and headed down the hallway, turned a corner and came to another room, greeted by the sounds of many other bustling voices. He opened the door just as a little dark-haired boy of about seven came rushing out.
“Lo siento,” he said as he brushed past Giles’ legs, making a beeline for the nearest restroom. Giles smiled and closed the door behind him.
“Sorry. Jorge had a bit of an emergency,” Luis Santiago told him as he finished adjusting his cufflinks. Giles shook his head, smiling gently at Neil Finn’s long time friend.
“Your brother is perfectly fine, Luis,” he assured the young man. Several other men were milling about the room as they spoke, all in formal wear.
“This isn’t my jacket,” Bradley Wyndham-Pryce called out as he struggled to get into a black suit jacket, which was obviously two sizes too big for the teen. He had his father’s dark hair, and was as gangly as Giles imagined Wesley was at his age, but Giles also knew he had a bit of his father’s fearless streak at times.
“It’s mine,” Jacob McDonald told him as he handed him another, smaller jacket. The teen has his father’s light brown hair as well as Lindsey’s charm. Both of them tried on the jackets, to find that they fit correctly.
“Much more suitable,” Bradley announced. “Thank you.” Kelly Harris came up beside them, smoothing out the lines of his suit.
“Very styling, gentlemen,” he told them as they looked into a mirror. Giles and Luis joined them around the mirror. Giles had to marvel at the young men’s resemblance to their respected fathers, especially Kelly, whose deep brown eyes, dark hair, and lanky figure was an uncanny copy of Xander Harris at his age. “But check out Agent Bond himself,” the young man intoned, motioning to Giles. “You can’t argue with the Connery factor, my friends.”
“Very humorous, Mr. Harris,” Giles replied wryly. “I rest assured of my legacy.”
“As my mother would say, muy guapo y mucho caliente por todo el tiempo,” Luis added as he adjusted his left sleeve. “And you know, Mama is the authority.”
“Mine’s still on a Harrison Ford kick,” Kelly replied. “Maybe they should compare notes,” he added, and Luis nodded. “Have you talked to Neil today, Mr. Giles?” he asked, looking back at Giles.
“No. We’ve been very busy,” he reminded him. Kelly nodded, the turned the nod over to the other side of the room, where Neil Finn was chatting with his father, Xander, and another young friend of his named Randy Parker. Giles nodded as he got the message and left the knot of young men. He walked over to the other group, smiling at the slight nervous tension on Neil’s face.
“If it isn’t G-Man himself,” Xander teased.
“How many times must I remind you not to call me that, Xander,” Giles said with a sigh.
“I think I lost count ten years ago,” the dark-haired man admitted with a grin. “Or it was possibly eleven, it’s kinda heard to tell.” Riley Finn nodded, and smiled at the age-old by-play between his long-time friends.
“Xander, Randy, why don’t we go see if Lindsey is on his way with our boutonnieres yet, shall we?” he asked, allowing the three to leave Giles alone with Neil. Neil gave a small laugh as they left, turning to Giles with a small smile.
“You gotta love family,” the young man said.
“Yes. They are quite endearing, aren’t they?” Giles replied, giving a small chuckle. “I’ve known them for more than twenty-five years, and it still doesn’t feel old.”
“That’s a good thing, right?” Neil clarified, and Giles nodded.
“Certainly. I don’t believe I would have it any other way.” Neil smiled, a small bit of the tension draining from his face. “In some insane way, Sunnydale was one of the best things to happen to me.”
“This is … Should I feel like this tie is intentionally strangling me?” he asked as he tugged at the offending piece of clothing.
“I would be worried about you if it didn’t,” Giles admitted, helping to adjust Neil’s tie.
“This is it, right?” Neil asked. “I’m not dreaming or hallucinating, am I?”
“No. This is most certainly it, Neil. But if anything, Michaela and your actions over the past year have only gone to assure me that you are making the decision that is best for you. I’m certain that you will be very happy together,” he answered, and was rewarded with a grateful look from Neil, as if part of the weight of the day had been lifted by his assurance of their intent.
“Thank you, sir. I guess I can expect the return of Ripper if she’s hurt in any way, right?” Neil asked, mirth on his face.
“You can bloody well count on it, young man,” Giles teased. Just then, Lindsey McDonald walked over, carrying boutonnieres for them, handing them the flowers.
“Last two,” Lindsey told them as they both pinned them to the lapels of their jackets, Lindsey nodding his approval of their handiwork.
“Is everyone ready,” Neil asked, and Lindsey nodded in affirmation.
“Bradley and Jacob have begun to seat the guests, Father Kimball will be in here in a moment, Wesley is on Angel/Spike detail, and Kate has given the heads up for the ladies,” he assured them. “And I believe you are wanted in the other room,” he said, turning to Giles. “Your daughter is waiting.”
“Thank you,” he answered, then he gave Neil a quick hug. “You have all my best wishes, Neil,” he finished.
“Thank you.” Giles gave him a pointed nod, then quietly left the room, walking back down the hallway the way he had come. He opened the door had had entered earlier, and several of the ladies had already left to be seated. Joyce, Anya, Cordelia, and Kate had already left to be seated, and the others were busy making last minute preparations. “I believe I was summoned,” he greeted them.
“Prompt as ever, dear,” Willow mused as she finished smooth out the white-crowned veil around Michaela’s face. She turned to Giles and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Can you believe we’re doing this, Rupert. Our little girl…” Willow’s face gave a small, heartfelt smile. “Is making an absolutely beautiful bride,” she finished.
“Well, she does take after her mother,” Giles mused.
“You’re darn tootin’ mister,” she said mock-sternly. Buffy came up behind Willow and tapped her on the shoulder gently.
“They’ll be asking for us soon, Will,” she reminded her. “We’d better get out there.” Willow nodded, and gave Giles another quick kiss, this time on the lips.
“I’ll be waiting,” she told him, allowing him to nod, then quietly followed Buffy out of the room.
“So is the bride’s father ready to give her away,” Mike asked teasingly, and Giles smiled.
“Well, I believe she would ask me to whether I was prepared for it or not,” Giles answered, causing Mike to smile.
“She would, wouldn’t she?”
“Just promise me that there will be no more talk of undergarments of any kind, and I assure you that I will be perfectly okay.”
“Promise. Guess it’s a good thing you didn’t see what Anya got me for my bridal shower, huh?” she teased. They spent a few moments in silence, simply feeling each other’s presence until Father Kimball appeared at the door. The silver-haired priest smiled at Michaela.
“You look very lovely, Michaela. I have the gentlemen waiting outside for you.” Mike and the others nodded.
“Thank you Father,” Mike said as he turned to leave. As they left the room Jorge, Luis, Randy, and Kelly stood waiting patiently in the hall. Eva Enright stood by Jorge as Gabriella took Luis’s arm, Morgan stood by Randy and Kelsey began to quietly chat with her twin brother. The girls were all dressed in pale blue satin dresses, all three were strapless, but the bodices were modest enough, the delicate beadwork on Gabriella’s making hers more intricate than the others. Giles and Mike stood behind them, waiting for the ceremony to begin. One by one, the groups began to walk through the wide doors of the sanctuary to the music being played on the piano. Gabby and Luis were last, and as Giles and Mike waited at the door, the Wedding March began to play, and the guests all began to stand from the pews, looking in their direction. Neil was waiting at the altar towards the front, Father Kimball to his right and Luis on his left. Michaela smiled at him, still holding Giles’ hand as they walked towards them. They made it to the front as guests took pictures, Father Kimball stepping forward.
“Who gives this woman in marriage,” the priest asked.
“Her mother and I do,” Giles answered mechanically, giving the practiced answer, then placing Mike’s hand in Neil’s, squeezing his daughter’s hand as he went to sit beside his own wife. Father Kimball smiled and began the sacred rites.
“We are here today to celebrate the love of two young people, Neil and Michaela. As we begin, I would like to share a passage, taken from St. Paul’s first letter to the Corinthians.” The priest opened the bible before him as he began to read. “Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous. Love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does seek it’s own, is not provoked, does not take in account a wrong suffered. Love does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all thing, endures all things. Love never fails, but if there are gifts of prophesy, the will be done away, if there are tongues, the will cease, if there is knowledge, it will be done away. For we know in part, and we prophesy in part, but when the perfect comes, the partial will be done away. When I was a child, I used to speak as a child, think as a child, reason as a child. When I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know fully just as I also have been fully known. But now abide in faith, hope, and love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.”
“I always like that passage,” Willow whispered as Father Kimball continued with the service.
“I as well, my dear,” Giles whispered back into her soft hair. Willow took his hand and held it tight.
“Does it feel any different, sitting here,” she asked quietly, and Giles nodded as he stared as he daughter’s face.
“Infinitely,” he replied, then looked back to Willow. “But I wouldn’t change anything about today for the world.” They went back to silently watching the service as and old song began to drift through Giles’ mind, a song that had always reminded that this day would come.
{There’s two things I know for sure}
{She was sent here from heaven, and she’s daddy’s little girl}
{As I drop to my knees by her bed at night}
{She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes}
{And I thank God for all the joy in my life, but most of all for…}
As Giles recalled the lyrics, various images
of a much younger Michaela flooded his memory. The day he and Willow
had brought her home from the hospital, her first infant smile, the first
time she had taken a step, the first time she had called him “Daddy,” how
nervous he was on her first day of school, and how fearless she had become
by then.
{Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer}
{Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair}
{“Walk beside the pony, daddy, it’s my fist ride”}
{“I know the cake looks funny, daddy, but I sure tried”}
{With all I’ve done wrong, I must have done something right}
{To deserve a hug in the morning and butterfly kisses at night}
He still remembered Michaela’s first science
fair project, which garnered her first award, and the first time she had
strum a guitar and he had heard her sing. Her first talent show and
him consoling her after she had lost. The first time she had brought
home an “A” and how badly she had wanted to please him with it.
{Sweet sixteen today}
{She’s looking like her momma a little more every day}
{One part woman, the other part girl}
{To perfume and makeup, ribbons and curls}
{Trying her wings out in a great big world}
{But I remember…}
{Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer}
{Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair}
{“You know how much I love you, daddy, but if you don’t mind”}
{“I’m only going to kiss you on the cheek this time”}
{With all I’ve done wrong, I must have done something right}
{To deserve a hug in the morning}
{And butterfly kisses at night}
He could vividly recall her first dance, and
how excited she was to go with her friends. Her first date, and how
he stayed up for several hours to wait for her to come home, and her prom,
her red dress still as bright as the day she had worn it. Hearing
her name called at her high school graduation and all the pictures he and
Willow had taken of her in her cap and gown. How proud she was to
show off her first dorm room, and the look on her face when the dean handed
her her college degree.
{All the precious time}
{Like the wind, the years go by}
{Precious butterfly}
{Spread your wings and fly}
The first time he had tried to give her a driving
lesson and the dent the family car had received for their efforts.
He had given her his most prized book during their first research session,
and he could still see the revearant look she had given the tome.
He had smiled when she had called herself a slayerette. Her excited
as she had announced her engagement to Neil, and the ache he had felt in
his heart.
{She’ll change her name today}
{She’ll make a promise, and I’ll give her away}
{Standing in the bride room, just staring at her}
{She asked me what I’m thinking, and I said “I’m not sure”}
{“I just feel like I’m losing my baby girl”}
{Then she leaned over… and gave me…}
{Butterfly kisses with her momma there}
{Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair}
{“Walk me down the aisle, daddy, it’s just about time”}
{“Does my wedding gown pretty, daddy?”}
{“Daddy don’t cry”}
{With all that I’ve done, I must have done something right}
{To deserve her love every morning and butterfly kisses}
{I couldn’t ask God for more, man this is what love is}
{I know I’ve gotta let her go, but I’ll always remember}
{Every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses…}
Giles was snapped from his reverie when he heard
Father Kimball announce, “I now proclaim you man and wife. You may
kiss your bride.” The look on Mike and Neil’s faces spoke of sheer
happiness, an energy seemed to flow from them as Neil embraced her and
gave her a kiss. Their guests all began to smile and clap, some of
the guests cheering Mike and Neil on.
“All right, you two!” Xander said from behind them.
“It’s bloody marvelous,” Spike added as he tried to readjust the tie for his suit.
“Now you see why I got her that negligee,” Anya commented to her husband. “Those two are going to have an extremely wild honeymoon.” Giles turned and glared at her. “Well, it’s true.”
“Thank you for reminding me, Anya,” Giles replied dryly. “I will rest better tonight with that thought on my mind.” The color had drained from Buffy’s face as she heard the conversation.
“Me, too,” she whispered.
“Don’t sweat it, B,” Faith said from behind her. “You’ll have plenty of warning before you become a grandmother.”
“Faith, I don’t believe this is the time to remind Buffy of that,” Wesley chided his wife.
“Damage done,” Riley whispered as he watched his son and Mike.
After Mike and Neil parted from their kiss, Father Kimball smiled. “I now have the honor of being the first to publicly present Mr. and Mrs. Neil Finn.” The next few hours passed by in a blur. Giles would remember waiting through the receiving line as various friends and relatives shook his hand and ohhed and ahhed over Mike and Neil. The drive to the reception hall was uneventful, and the music was just as upbeat has had been planned for. There were many laughs as Neil managed to get cake all over Michaela’s nose and plenty of cheers for Luis’s heartfelt toast. The first dances came and went, Giles savoring the moments he was given in his daughter’s arms and the look of contentment on Mike’s face as she had danced with Neil. As Michaela prepared to throw her bouquet, all the young women came on the dance floor excitedly.
“Get up there, Mom,” Buffy insisted as she practically pushed Joyce out of her seat.
“No,” Joyce protested. “I am not going up there.”
“Yes your are,” Willow added as they prodded her. Joyce reluctantly joined the others at the last moment.
“One, two, three,” Mike counted down as she tossed the flowers, which landed squarely in Joyce’s arms. The look of surprise that swept across Joyce’s face was one of the highlights of the day.
“I told you you should go up,” Buffy told Joyce as she sat down.
“I will never forgive you for this,” Joyce intoned, placing the flowers on the table. Everyone at the table began to laugh and chuckle at the situation. The young men had already began to gather in a small knot on the floor as Michaela sat down in a chair.
“Time for the garter toss,” the DJ announced. “All you unmarried gentlemen come forward.” The young men began to hoot and cheer as Neil gently raised the skirt of Mike’s dress. Giles chose not to pay attention as he reached along her leg to retrieve the garter. The others keep laughing as Neil stood with his back to them and counted down to throw the garter according to tradition. The garter landed right in Kelly Harris’s hand, casing he and his girlfriend Jessica, who was sitting back at their table to blush.
“All right Xander twin!” Neil said as he clapped Kelly’s back, using his childhood nickname for his friend.
“You owe me, man,” Kelly teased as he went to go sit by the shy Jessica. The DJ announced an open dance, and Giles gladly took Willow’s hand and lead her out onto the floor as a romantic ballad began to play.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Willow asked as they glided across the floor.
“It’s just… she’s so grown up, Willow. It’s hard to believe. It’s hard to believe you and I have come this far,” he added with a smile.
“Yet it still feels like the first day you kissed me,” she added. “Only, I love you more.”
“And I you, only I’m not nearly as petrified as I was at that first moment. I still wonder sometimes if these past years have been some fantastic, intricate, magnificent dream my mind has made up and that you’re still back in college and I as clueless as ever,” he explained, his voice edging on shaky.
“Sometimes, early in the morning, when you’re still asleep, I find myself staring at you and thinking ‘How lucky am I?’ I have a wonderful husband who loves me and we have a beautiful daughter. I wouldn’t give that up for anything, Rupert.”
“Nor I, love.”
“I guess that’s what today is all about, huh?” He nodded, smiled, and kissed his grinning wife. They shared many more dances as the night wore on and guests began to trickle out the hall, all leaving their best wishes for the newlyweds. Giles and Willow kept on smiling and enjoying each other’s company, glad their daughter was going the same with her own husband. After some time, it was finally time for Mike and Neil to leave to catch their plane. Mike had already changed into a green blouse and slacks, Neil wearing an oxford and khakis. As they went out, the found their care decorated with an array of colorful balloons and a large sign reading “Just Married,” the sign also having a number of condom packages attached to it in various colors and sizes.
“Very funny, Morgan,” Mike chided her bridesmaid as she eyed the decorations.
“What makes you say I did it?” the young woman asked mock-innocently.
“This simply screams Harris family hijinx,” Mike answered simply.
“Then you won’t forget it,” she said proudly, the others laughing. Mike shook her head, then turned to her parents.
“I love you guys,” she said as she hugged Willow.
“We love you too, honey,” Willow whispered. Mike turned to embrace her father.
“I love you, daddy,” she told him, her voice becoming teary.
“And I love you, Michaela,” he assured her. Neil was saying his own good-byes to his parents as Mike got into the passenger seat of the car. Neil shook Riley’s hand and clapped his back on more time, then got behind the wheel.
“We’ll be back in a few days,” he told them.
“Just behave yourself,” Buffy chided.
“Behave on honeymoon, check,” Mike said as she mock-saluted her new in-laws.
“Get outta here, before you miss your plane,” Riley teased.
“Yes sir.” With that, they were on their way, Mike waving to her parents as they sped down the moonlit street.
“Okay, I’m starting the Mike/Neil baby pool,” Morgan declared. “I call two months.”
“Are we really ready for this,” Willow asked as other various times were called out by the bridal party.
“Is anyone ever ready to be a grandparent?” he replied.
“Good point.” With that, they walked back inside to share anther dance together.