Alright, guys, this is it. Just know I cried while writing this because this story and the readers and the comments and everything have seriously meant so much to me, and I will miss it, but I hope that I can end it in a way that you all like and that it wraps everything up nicely. I'm sorry if it's not exactly what you imagined, but this is my happy ending.  There is not going to be any sequel to this because I never intended for it to become boring to read, and I feel like a sequel could never do it justice. I do have an idea for another book in mind, and I am working on getting it started, so if you want some sort of announcement for when that book gets going, let me know in the comments, and I will be sure to make one. If you are just here for this specific story, that's cool too and I will leave it as is without any additional announcements. Just let me know what you guys want, and I will do my best to make it happen.

Again, thank you all so much from the bottom of my heart. You all made a massive dream of mine come true, and you will never know how much it means to me. Without further ado, please enjoy the ending of Finding You.

(Third Person POV)

It's a sunny day in April on the giant pavilion in the local park. The pavilion is decorated with white and pink roses and geraniums, and spray painted gold fern leaves. White, wooden benches are lined up in rows on either side of an aisle going down the center of the pavilion to make elegant pews. The benches on either side are connected by big, pink and gold ribbons, and white flower garlands. At the far end of the pavilion, a white, wooden arch is stood and decorated to match the aisle. The trees throughout the rest of the park are in beautiful bright pink bloom which makes it seem like the whole world was set up for today.  It's beautiful, and the energy buzzing from the people filling the pews makes it even more so. It's special. Today two families are becoming one. Two families that are already so close they consider each other family. Anyone in the park could feel the emotions pulsing out of the pavilion, as the families mingle together.

Logan and Patton Seach are fussing over their, now eight-year-old, daughter's dress trying to make everything perfect before the ceremony starts. Virgil Knox and his parents are sitting and talking to his in-laws, who got over the fact that he isn't exactly who they imagined for their son a long time ago. Mr. and Mrs. Ambers are desperately trying to console Nancy Seach who is already crying. Pranks Seach is socializing with the guests and trying to hide how shaky he is from the nervousness and excitement coursing through him. Roman Knox isn't at the pavilion. He's at his sister's house trying to keep tears and a baby boy from ruining the bride-to-be's makeup.

"Missy, give me Remy before he throws up on your dress," Roman stresses while attempting to pull his nephew away from Missy.

"Nooooooo," Missy whines and pulls her son back to her and holds him to her chest, "It's not like he can't ruin your suit too," she points out.

"Yes, but you're the bride and your dresssss," Roman argues and rubs his eyes with frustration, "This is why I told you to let Nancy or Mom take him."

"Roman, he's my therapy and I need him," Missy shifts her gaze from her brother and looks at her son who is nearly asleep, "Besides, I was a mother before I was ever supposed to be a bride."

Roman sighed.  He remembers that day.  The day that Missy gave birth to Remy and the day that Pranks proposed.  Missy was exhausted and both of them were crying.  They had been together for almost five years when she found out she was pregnant.  Nancy was supportive, but very clear that it was time to pull their shit together and that they had to be good parents.  Linda and Max wanted them to get married, but Missy was avid in that she didn't want to be someone who got married just because they were pregnant.  Missy's never liked marriage in the first place.  To her it was just getting the government involved in something personal, but when Remy was born, Pranks threw that idea out the window.  He tells the story as when he saw Missy holding their son, he was 100% certain that he was looking at his family and he didn't care if the government got involved.  The universe told them they weren't soulmates, but Pranks saw having the label of Husband and Wife as the closest way to tell the universe to fuck off.  He proposed right there.  1:00 a.m., no ring, they were both tired, both a mess, and both happier than they'd ever imagined for themselves.  Missy said yes, and a new wave of tears washed over the couple.  The baby took Pranks's name as Remus(Remy) Patrick Seach.  It wasn't the proposal Pranks had always imagined, but he was happy he did it. Now, eight months later, they're less than an hour away from 'I do.'

"Alright, but you still have to clean up a bit and get to the park. I have to go now to get lined up. I'll take Remy and give him to Nancy. You think you can go 20 minutes without seeing him?" Roman asks with a gentle smile. Missy takes a deep breath nods. She kisses her baby boy and sniffs as she hands him to her big brother. The sniff and her watery eyes send Roman into another frenzie, "Come on Miss! I just got rid of the kid, now you're going to cry? I just did all of your makeup and now Athena's going to have to touch it up, and that girl doesn't know bronzer from lip primer," Roman teases.

"Oh get out of here, Roman," Missy chokes out and wipes her eyes, but the tears don't stop, "I promise my wedding will be the one you always dreamed of," she grins.

"Nah, I already got the wedding I always dreamed of. I'm a Knox now, remember?" Roman shows off the golden band engraved with roses. Roman and Virgil got married married two years ago, not long after Logan and Patton, who got married almost a year earlier, "But yours still needs to be second best," Roman grinned back.  A moment passes and Missy's smile faltered.

"God, I can't believe this is happening," she sighs.

"What do you mean?" Roman asks and sits down next to her, "I know my little sis is not getting cold feet."

"What?  No, of course not!  I just never thought I'd get this.  My supposed 'soulmate' died before I was born, and the world was against me being happy.  But I've never been so sure of something in my life.  I never imagined I would be so lucky to find someone like Pranks," Missy finishes.

"Well, you did.  And he found you.  That boy is crazy about you and you're crazy about him.  And you both deserve to be happy together," Roman kissed Missy on the cheek, "Now go finish cleaning up, so Pranks gets hit in the face with how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have you when you walk down the aisle," Roman smiled, got up, and left with baby Remy in his arms.

When Roman arrives, people take that as a cue to take their places. The groomsmen stand on the right sight of the arch next to Pranks and the minister stands behind a podium under the arch. People chatter among themselves, but a silence washes over them as the piano starts to play(Missy hates the way the organ sounds).

The silence breaks, a murmur goes through the crowd as Missy comes into view. She's as beautiful as promised. Her dress is a beautiful, ivory, A-line skirt with off the shoulder lace sleeves. Her hair is braided and pinned up with a few pieces let loose and curled to frame her face. Her bouquet is made of the same flowers used to decorate the rest of the pavilion.  Sarah Ambers holds Nancy's hand as she cries, and Logan rubs Patton's back as his husband cries. Linda Drake wipes her eyes and smiles at her daughter, who smiles back. Mia walks down the aisle tossing white rose petals as she goes. She pauses briefly to wave to her dads. They hold back laughs, and Patton waves for her to keep going.

Pranks... Pranks stopped breathing when the piano sang its first note and didn't start again until Missy got all the way down the aisle and took his hand. Tears pool in his eyes as he takes in how beautiful his bride is. Missy grins at him and Pranks returns it.

"Dearly beloved..." and the ceremony starts. The minister talks about love and marriage and promises for a while, and then the vows begin. "Do you, Patrick Rodger Alexander Neilson Karter Seach take this woman, Missy Drake, as your lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold, for better or for worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and health, to love and cherish till death do you part?"

Pranks sucks in a breath and answers, "I do." A pleasant whisper flows through the crowd and the minister turns to Missy.

"And do you, Missy Amanda Drake take this man, Patrick Seach, to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, for better or for worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish till death do you part?"

"I do," Missy nods with a wide grin on her face. Another wave of whispers rises and falls before the minister continues. He asks for the rings and a little boy from Missy's side of the family brings them up. The minister talks about the symbolism behind the rings and they are exchanged.

Finally the minister announces, "Then I am happy to pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," and Missy practically tackles her new husband. Cheers erupt in the crowd and the little boy who brought up the rings covered his face in disgust as little children do.

And that's how it went.  Missy and Pranks are two people that were faced with never finding someone to love and found each other.  Logan never saw the brightness of life and all that it has to offer, but he found Patton, who made the world fade away and become so much more beautiful all at the same time, and they love each other more than one could comprehend.  Roman was never taught to be proud of who he is, and Virgil struggled with feeling wanted or needed by the world, but they don't need the world to approve of them; they need each other for life and longer. 

Through every up and down in the world, they all found what makes it worth living.  They all found the difference between content and true happiness.  They all found someone to live for.  They all found a happy ending.  They all found love.

The end