**Hey guys! So, there's a few photos in the story instead of at the top. I don't usually like putting pictures in the middle of the story cause I feel like it can break up the flow of the chapter, but I don't want to ruin the surprise so it's going to have to do just this once! For those of you angry at Scar still and upset Evan didn't punish him more, maybe this will help you regain your love for our brute again! Enjoy and don't forget to comment and vote!!**

Evan's POV

Scar's phone was buzzing away like crazy from where it laid on the floor. I had no doubt it was probably my dad demanding to know where we'd run off to. Checking the alarm clock on the table, I realized it'd been an hour and a half since we disappeared.

"We should probably get back. From what I hear, I need to smooth things over with your mother." Scar heaved out on a sigh. I giggled thinking about it.

"Oh yeah, she fuckin' hates you." I retorted to which he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I have a very strong feeling it's going to take a lot more to convince her than it did you or your father." He replied knowingly.

"You have no idea buddy. And you're still not totally off the hook with me, asshole. You've got a lot of kissing feet to do." I demanded before laughing, the sound coming out foreign to my own ears.

"Don't worry, baby, I already planned on it." He chuckled before helping to re-zip my dress - which was torn the slightest bit at the hem because of his rough handling. He redressed quickly and I turned to leave the room, but he caught me by my forearm and spun me back around. Grabbing my left hand, he slid my engagement ring back on my finger before bring my hand up and kissing each one of my knuckles.

"This will never come off ever again, understand?" He ordered seriously. I giggled happily before nodding.

"Yes daddy." I purred seductively, causing his pupils to dilate with lust.

"Good girl." He growled back before kissing me harshly and giving my ass a harsh smack. Fuck, I missed this so much.

We slowly made our way back down to the reception, knowing there was going to be utter chaos to greet us. Not that I cared. When he was standing next to me, I felt like there wasn't anything in this world that I couldn't do.

My father's extremely angry face greeted us first. He had his phone pressed to his ear as my mother and Ellie were trying to calm him.

"You fucker! What did I tell you!" He roared before rushing towards us. I placed a hand to Scar's chest to stop our ascent before taking a step in front of him and effectively shielding him with my body.

"No, how about what you didn't tell me." I spat back, my earlier anger resurfacing as I remember exactly what he'd kept from me all this time. He must have known exactly what I was talking about because his face softened as a guilty look took over his face.

"Angel, it wasn't my place to tell you-"

"The fuck it wasn't! My fiancee, who you knew still loved me, was shot and you didn't fucking tell me? How could you! I couldn't eat, sleep, or leave my room for the past three months and you still decided it was okay to keep the fact that he was hurt away from me?" I screeched. My mom gasped before looking at my dad with an accusatory glare. Guess he kept the secret from her too.

"Knox." She growled, her words hitting right in the center of his chest.

"Why am I the one everyone's angry at all of a sudden? He told me not to tell!" He yelled while motioning towards Scar. My mom just shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest. My ring caught the light and glimmered, gaining the attention of everyone around us.

"You, young man, have some serious explaining to do." My mom quipped before sending a deathly glare to Scar. He visibly shivered from the intensity of it before clearing his throat and nodding in agreement.

"This is all just fine and dandy, but I think it's time we all go back in and celebrate with Troy and Aurora. This is their day." I emphasized as everyone agreed and turned as we made our way back to the room as one giant group. The second we entered the room, everyone's eyes were on us. I coughed before smiling in an attempt to diffuse the tension, which seemed to snap everyone out of their curious trance. Scar and I took a step forward towards the dance floor before my mom's hand shot out and grabbed a handful of Scar's t-shirt.

"Not so fast. You and I are going to have a little talk. Evan, go dance with your father." She ordered before dragging a very apprehensive looking Scar away. I just snickered under my breath before wrapping my arm around my dad's bicep and following him into the middle of the swaying crowd. I settled one hand on his shoulder and clasped our hands with the other and he began to rock us back and forth.

"Angel, I know you're angry with me, but seeing him hurt wouldn't have done any good for either of you." He finally said after about a minute of silence. I sighed before resting my head against his chest and nodding. I felt vibrations against my cheek as he laughed, causing me to lift my head to find the source of his amusement. My eyes landed on my mom with her finger pressed accusingly into Scar's chest as his back was to the wall, cornered. He looked like he was about to piss himself with wide eyes and a pale face. I joined in with my dad's laughter, unable to help myself.

"She is the strongest woman I've ever met. I don't know how she puts up with our family's shit everyday, but my God, don't I love her for it." He laughed while staring lovingly at my mom. A smile made it's way to my face as I stared at my dad's outward show of happiness.

"That," I said, poking his deep set dimple in his cheek while referring to his smile, "is exactly how I feel about him." I finished. A look of understanding crossed his face as he processed what I'd said. "I'm just afraid that I forgave him too soon. I know what he did wasn't to intentionally hurt me, but I don't want him thinking what he did was okay because of my actions." I rasped out while gazing back over, I saw Scar nod frantically as my mom gave a single nod of her head before turning to survey the crowd. When her eyes locked on us, she began to head our way before being stopped by a few people here and there, no doubt giving their congratulations.

"I think he knows what he did was wrong, but I know he was just thinking about what was best for you in that moment. I'm glad he kept you out of all the trouble he went through, and trust me when I say he was much worse off than you whenever I would see him at the underground." He said with a solemn look on his face. I sighed deeply before nodding in agreement, though I wasn't sure how that was even possible.

"God, I thought Miss Margie next door was never going to let me leave." My mom joked with a shake of her head before giving both my dad and I kisses on the cheek.

"You didn't scare him away did you?" I asked in a teasing manner, watching as she put on the fakest innocent look I've ever seen.

"What, little old me? Pssh, of course not! I just gave him a little...idea of what would happen if he chose to up and leave you like he did ever again - trying to keep you safe or not." She replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Both my dad and I laughed at her antics before we were interrupted.

"May I cut in?" Scar asked while stepping up next to us.

"Or you can fuck off." My dad answered snarkily. I pulled my hand out of his own before slapping at his chest.

"Dad." I reprimanded as he rolled his eyes and muttered an annoyed fine. I let Scar lead me a few feets away from my parents before winding my arms around his neck as he looped his arms around my waist and pulled me close.

"Your mother is hands down the most intimidating 5'2 human being I've ever met in my entire life." He confessed with a faux shudder. I nestled my face into his chest to muffle my loud laughter.

"Really? I don't see it. She was always my scapegoat while growing up. My dad, on the other hand, was the ball buster."

"I don't even want to think about having a daughter." He grimaced. My heartbeat sped up just at him merely talking about us having children.

"Why do you say that?" I asked slightly breathless.

"Because it scares the fucking shit out of me. Although, I think I'd rather have daughters than sons. Boys get into too much shit when they're younger. They're harder to handle." He explained with a quiet laugh.

"How many do you want?" I asked timidly. This aspect of our future - life after marriage - wasn't a topic we'd ever breached before, and it made me nervous just bringing it up after everything I'd just gone through with him.

"I never wanted kids. Ever. I never wanted to get married, either, but look where I ended up with you." He joked before continuing having seen my unamused face. "I'm not sure. This isn't something I've ever given any thought before until a few weeks ago. After I was released from the hospital, I refused to take my pain meds. I deserved to feel every ounce of pain because of what I had to do to you. I tried to drown out the guilt with whiskey, but no matter what I did I always saw your face. Sober or drunk, you were there haunting my brain. There was one night that I was particularly hammered and this infomercial for a nursery set came on at like four in the morning. I didn't even think twice before calling in and buying it." He confessed. My breathing stopped short at what he was telling me.

"I would've paid to see the lady trying to take my credit card information, because I could barely see straight let alone speak. Next thing I knew, some guy from QVC was showing up at my house a week later with like nine different boxes that I barely remembered ordering."

"Goddammit, I'm so mad at you!" I hissed before lightly punching his chest over and over.

"What? What the fuck did I do?" He yelped while trying to stop my fists.

"I'm mad at you because I want myself to be mad at you but I fucking can't when you do and say things like this! Because when I look at you, I don't see the past mistakes you've made, I see the future we're building together and I'm mad because I know I should be, but I'm not!" I exclaimed as my throat tightened with emotion. He smiled ear to ear before chuckling and leaning down to my height for a loving kiss - which I accepted.

"And to think I'm standing here today because you bumped into me at a bar." He reminisced with a shake of his head. "And speaking of future, I have something to show you later tonight." He beamed. His smile was contagious and I couldn't help my own that pulled at the corner of my lips.

"I love you." I rasped out.

"And I love you."

**

"Scar this is so unnecessary!" I whined while stumbling about and trying my best not to fall. The bandana was tightly tied around my eyes, ensuring I couldn't see a thing. He told me to be patient for the nmpth time as he guided me with his hands on my shoulders. He pulled my body to a stop before wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Okay. You can take it off." He finally said. Ripping the cloth off of my face, I gasped at the sight before me.

"Oh my god..." I mumbled while taking everything in. The house was absolutely gorgeous. To think that just mere months ago the only thing sitting here was foundation was crazy to think about. "How?" I asked simply while gazing at him in astonishment.

"If I wasn't drinking, I was building. I prioritized this project over all my other ones because I wanted to get it done as soon as possible. As for the layout, I remember you talking about log cabins always having a more homey, cozy feel to them."

"I don't think something this big could ever be classified as cozy." I joked, averting my gaze back to the house before me. It really was incredible. I can't believe he remembered what I said all that time ago.

"Do you want to see the inside?" He asked nervously. I nodded my head frantically before rushing towards the front in excitement. Unlocking the door, Scar let me go first as we walked through the small front room into the kitchen/living room.

"I know you said your dream house would have an open plan, that way you could watch the kids while making dinner or whatever." He said timidly. I felt myself tearing up at how detailed he'd made it. He had the big windows for natural lighting and the deck right off of the kitchen overlooking the beautiful vast lake. There was white subway-tile backsplash with tiffany blue cupboards and light gray granite countertops, silver appliances, and a farmhouse sink. It was everything I could've ever wished for, and then some.

"Sebastian this is perfect." I whispered. His face lit up with one of his rare smiles.

"C'mon, there's more I want to show you." He rushed out excitedly. I laughed at the fact that he was practically bouncing up and down as he lead me through the living room and up a wide set of stairs. We walked all the way down the hall to the end before he pushed the door open to reveal what I knew was the master bedroom. There was shaggy cream carpet and dark grey walls with the same huge windows that flooded the room with natural light. A beautiful rustic chandelier hung from a wooden beam above us. On my left, there was a big brick fireplace right across from where I knew our bed was to go.

"It took me two weeks to design this room. I wanted to make sure we would have enough room for a huge bed so that our kids could cuddle with us on Sunday mornings and watch cartoons while the fire keeps it warm and cozy. Planning that fireplace was a whole other story." He exasperated before pulling me into the ensuite bathroom. I gasped for what felt like the millionth time. There was a huge jacuzzi tub off to the right next to a large glass walled shower that had subway tiles running all along the wall. His and her sinks sat across from the tub with a big hollywood vanity mirror feel.

"I don't even know what to say." I spoke, my voice wavering with how overwhelming everything was.

"Don't say anything. There's one last room I want to show you." He said before once again guiding me out of the room and just two doors down. My tears came instantly as I realized what room I was in.

"It's safe to say my drunkenness has us overly prepared for the future." He joked as I took in every detail of the room. From the wood paneling accent wall to the neutral paint and dark wood furniture, it was the perfect nursery. I slowly shuffled towards the comfortable looking rocking chair before gently lowering myself into it and swaying back and forth with my feet.

It only took a few moments for one single revelation to shake me to my core as I stared at Scar's apprehensive face.

I've finally found the love I've been searching my entire life for.