Part Eight

News spread quickly throughout Llanview, the Commissioner and the ADA were taking the plunge again. Friends would stop them on the street, at the diner, even when walking through the park with Matthew and Amalya, all offering their congratulations. Some even joked; saying, ‘It’s about time,’ or ‘What took you so long?’.

The weeks since Christmas passed in a blur and before they knew it their wedding day had arrived. She awakes that morning to the smell of coffee filtering up the stairs. She stretches and reaches across the bed. She smiles as she pulls his pillow against her, memories of the night before filling her mind…

Bo awakes that morning, Matthew’s arm thrown across his face. Bo looks down at their son and smiles, thoughts of the night before filling his mind…

She sits up in bed and throws back the covers. She grabs her nightgown off the floor and slips it on, putting her robe on over it. She makes her way downstairs, running her hands through her hair, as she walks into the kitchen. She stops in the doorway, “Renee,” she says with a start. “I wasn’t expecting you until later.”

“Too many Buchanan men in one place for me, so I decided to make my escape while I could,’ she says with a laugh. “I thought you would like some homemade breakfast, courtesy of Asa’s chef of course, and some help with Amalya here.”

Nora sits down at the table, taking Amalya’s small hand in hers. She looks across the table at Renee, “I’m glad you’re here, Renee,” She looks back at Amalya who is smiling up at her, “She looks so much like her mother.”

Renee reaches across the table and covers their hands with hers, “Rachel would be so happy today.”

Nora smiles through her tears, “I don’t think she ever truly gave up on Bo and I, even when we both did.” Renee was about to say something when the phone rang, “Nora Buchanan.”

“Good morning, gorgeous.”

A smile spreads across her face, “Good morning to you, handsome.”

“Did you sleep well?”

She stands up and walks out into the living room, leaving a smiling Renee and a sticky Amalya in the kitchen, “Last night was incredible. I slept like I haven’t slept in years. How about you?”

He looks down at Matthew and smiles, “Well considering I left our bed just as the sun was coming up and a certain little boy hogs the bed and covers like his mother, I’d say I slept amazingly well.”

Matthew stirs and sits up in bed, “Is that mommy?” he asks, rubbing his eyes.

Bo nods, “Someone wants to speak to his mom.”

Bo hands the phone to Matthew, “Happy getting hitched day, mom.”

Nora laughs, “Happy getting hitched day to you too, sweetie.”

Matthew kisses the phone and hands it back to his father, before jumping out of the bed; off to find his grandpa. Bo watches him leave, “And he’s off,” Bo says with a laugh.

“Off in search of Asa?” she asks, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah.” Bo sits further up against the headboard; turning his attention back onto her, “I missed waking up with you in my arms.”

“I missed you too.”

“Well after today we won’t have to spend another night apart.”

“Promise?”

“With all my heart.”

They continued to talk for a few minutes before Amalya began to cry for her grandmother. Nora attended to her and got her ready for the wedding. Viki arrived a little while later after picking Len and Selma up at the airport.

Back at the mansion Bo was standing in the living room, staring out the large window; watching Matthew struggle to play with the dog and still stay clean, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and smiled at his childhood confidante; his big brother. It was moments like these when he missed Drew the most; knowing first hand what Matthew was missing out on not having his big brother.

Clint looked out the window and smiled, “He reminds me of us on Sunday mornings, dressed in our best clothes, playing around the ranch, just hoping we wouldn’t get dirty.”

“Sometimes I find myself watching him play, or watching him sleep, and I still can’t believe he’s really mine. It’s like it’s all still a dream that I’m hoping will come true someday.”

Clint put his arm around Bo, “Well believe it little brother. Matthew is yours, yours and Nora’s and in a few hours, you all are going to be the family you were supposed to be all along.”

Bo looks out the window and then back at Clint, “I’m glad you’re here. It wouldn’t have been the same without you.”

“Well I promised that little man out there, during my last visit, that I’d be back for his parent’s wedding, even though they didn’t know they were going to get married, according to him.” Clint added with a wink.

Bo shakes his head and smiles, “He never gave up on us being a family. Never.” Clint just nods as they both watch Matthew play.

Two hours later Bo is standing in the front of the church, his brother beside him. He looks around the sanctuary. Her parents sit in the same place they sat in nine and a half years ago. He thinks about those that are missing; Max and Luna, Hank and Sheila, so many people having come in and out of their lives.

He is brought out of his thoughts when he sees the doors open in the back. He watches as Viki makes her way down the aisle and a tear begins to fall, knowing her daughter would be the one walking down the aisle in front of her.

He wipes the tears from his cheeks and smiles at Viki, who takes her place at the front. She smiles and nods her head, knowing what he was thinking and wishing she was sitting in the pew and Rachel was standing in her place.

Suddenly the music changes and he looks to the back of the church once again. He feels his heart begin to beat faster, as he watches her make her way down the aisle on their son’s arm. He smiles and winks at their son before looking at her. Their eyes lock and for a moment it’s as though he can see inside her soul and in that moment the past completely disappears and all that lies before them is their future.

They stand together hand in hand and express their vows of forever. They exchange their rings and seal their vows with a kiss.

Hours later, after saying their final goodbyes, and sending Matthew and Amalya home with Asa and Renee, their limo pulls up in front of Asa’s jet. Bo slides out of the backseat and walks around to her side of the car, letting the driver know that he’d get her door. The driver just shakes his head and smiles at them. He carries their bags onto the plane and returns to the car. Bo thanks him and takes her hand, leading her onto the plane.

Nora stops abruptly and looks around the plane. It was filled with every color of rose imaginable, and some you’d never be able to imagine in your life. She looks at him and smiles through her tears, “Bo…” is all she manages to say as his lips find their way onto hers.

He breaks their kiss and takes her face in his hands, “I love you, Mrs. Buchanan, and each one of these roses and their different colors is my way of expressing just how much I love you, and how lucky I am to have you in my life again, as my best friend, my lover, as my wife.”

She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him into a passionate kiss. She breaks their kiss and lays her hand on his chest, over his heart, “I love you too, Bo. I always have. I said once that I wanted you to be the last thing I saw when I closed my eyes at night and the first thing I saw when I opened them in the morning. I’ve spent the past five years without the other half of myself, and I’m so grateful that now, for the rest of my life, you will be the last face I see when I fall asleep at night, and the first thing I see when I open my eyes.”

Bo pulls her against him and begins to sway them back and forth as he leads her to the back of the plane. They continued to ‘dance’, as he captures her lips in his. Their passion continued to grow with each kiss; with each touch. They needed to feel each other’s love just as much as they needed to show the other their love. That had always been the way they communicated best, through touch. He brought his lips onto her neck, caressing that spot that always made her breath catch in her throat, her knees go weak, and her heart race.

He brought his lips back onto hers; their tongues continuing their dance, as their hands begin to explore. He broke the kiss, their lips a mere fraction of an inch apart. Nora’s hands slid up to the back of his neck, pulling him back down to her. The kiss was full of need, want, desire and passion, but above all love, a love that neither time nor distance, nor betrayal and despair could tear apart. Theirs was a love that could and would survive anything, they were sure of that now.

Bo broke the kiss breathlessly. They stared into each other's eyes as they tried to control their breathing. He took Nora’s hand in his. "I can’t wait to make love to you, Nora," he whispered softly as he moved her hand to his lips. Nora nodded, wanting nothing more than to be in his arms, to love him once again as his wife and forever partner. She took a breath, trying to calm her racing heart. It wasn’t like it was their first time, they had been together again for months, but tonight was their wedding night, a new beginning.

He led her over to the bed kneeling down in front of each other, never breaking their kiss. She reaches between them, running her hands across his chest, as their kiss deepens. He reaches behind her, slowly lowering the zipper of her dress. He runs his hands back up her back, his touch setting her skin on fire, igniting their growing passion. She reaches down and pulls his shirt from his pants, running her hands over his chest, before lifting it over his head.

He brings his lips down onto her neck, her head arching back as he kissed across her collarbone finding that spot on her neck once again. She runs her hands over his chest, as he continues to caress her neck. He lowers the straps of her dress down her arms, his lips leaving her neck; following the trail of newly exposed skin.

He lowered her onto the bed, taking her in his arms, pulling her body against his. He took her mouth once again in a passionate kiss, their tongues seeking out the others. His fingers trailed down her arm, reaching between them, taking her in his hand, slowly caressing her as they continued their kiss.

She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him on top of her, their lips never breaking contact. Feeling the weight of his body on hers caused her heart to race in anticipation of what was to come. He pulled himself up onto his hands, looking deep in her eyes before bringing his mouth down onto her.

She wrapped her arms him, her fingers gripping his back as he continued to caress her with his tongue. His hand ran up and down her hips and legs, reaching between them, running over her stomach. He broke contact with her, sitting up to look at her lying in front of him, her body flushed with desire, the subtle changes to her body, that carrying their son left behind even after all these years, were evident only to him, and only made him want her more. He reached out and laid his hand on her cheek, wiping away a stray tear, “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered breathlessly, “So very beautiful.”

He brought his lips down onto her skin, setting it on fire as his tongue caressed her, traveling across her chest, down her stomach. A deep moan escaped as she felt his warm breath against her center. He brought his mouth back up the same way it had just traveled, once again taking her mouth in a passionate kiss, as his fingers began to pleasure her.

She reached between them, taking him in her hand, causing him to moan against her mouth, as their kiss deepened. They were bringing each other closer and closer to the edge, closer and closer to Heaven, with each touch, with each caress. She pulled out of their kiss, her breaths coming quickly as she whispered her request, “Now, Bo…please…”

He took her lips in another passionate kiss as he entered her. She moaned against him, at the feel of him inside her once again. His movements started out slow, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. He knew what each moan meant, he knew when to slow down; they knew each other so well; the way old lovers do.

Their dance continued, their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat. Their pace quickens, matching the fury of the storm that had begun to rage outside the plane. They were each bringing the other closer to the edge, closer to their climax. She reached out, wrapping her legs around him, pulling him deeper within her. Moments later he felt her tighten around him, her climax bringing him right along with her.

They lay together in each other’s arms, their bodies intertwined. Her head lies on his chest, her slow rhythmic breathing slowly lulling him to sleep as his hands run through her hair. He looks down at her sleeping face and the last thought that crosses his mind as he gives in to sleep is that now…finally he has every thing, lying right there in his arms.