The End

Bailey took a deep breath as Mrs.Jonas zippered up the back of her bright, white wedding gown. The silky material hugged her chest, down her torso and then flowing out at her hips. The dress was strapless, showing off the curves of her toned neck and collar bone. She wasn't wearing a single necklace, due to the fact that she really didn't need one. Her long, dark blonde hair was pulled backward in medium-sized ringlets, resting on her tanned back as she played with the engagement ring on her finger. She could already feel her freshly made-up eyes beginning to water as she thought about what would be happening within minutes. She was about to marry the love of her life.

"Aww. You look so adorable." Mrs.Jonas smiled after taking a step back to view her final piece. -She had been with Bailey the entire day, helping her with her hair, her make-up, her dress. She was treating her as if she were her own daughter, due to the fact that her own mother wasn't able to fly in to Cali until that day. Mrs.Jonas instantly stepped in, knowing that since she'd be her official daughter-in-law anyway, why not step in and play the role when she needed.

"I'm so nervous." Bailey shook her hands in front of her, beginning to slowly pace in front of the full length mirror in the side room of the hall where the wedding reception was going to be. The ceremony was being held outside of the hall itself out on the large, simply decorated terrace.

"Sweetie, there's no need to be nervous! You just half to walk down there and claim the man you love. It's quite simple." she replied, making it sound a lot easier than Bailey knew it would be.

"Knowing me, I'll be half-way down the isle and end up clipping my heel and face planting into the white carpet." Just after she said that, Bailey's ankle buckled from her pacing, causing her to grab a hold of the armchair that was nearby to regain her balance. "See?!" she cried.

"If you're making this hard on yourself, who knows how Joseph is doing." Mrs.Jonas sighed, still sighing at how beautiful her soon-to-be daughter-in-law looked.

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"Dude, your hair is starting to curl." Nick hissed behind Joe, standing off behind him up at the alter. He turned around to glare at him. "Woah man, lighten up! This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life."

"And it would be if you would shut up." Joe mumbled to him through gritted teeth, then turned around to see the priest staring him down. He forced a toothy smile at his disturbed expression, then looked away.

"You need to take a breather." he listened to Kevin's voice that was only a foot further from Nick's. "You look like you're going to fall over. -Just take deep breaths."

Joe nodded, not even bothering to turn to look at his brothers. He couldn't. He was having issues just standing there himself. If he looked back at them, he was bound to have a freak-out. Seeing the endless rows of people sitting in front of him, staring straight up at the alter were overwhelming. Even standing inches away from the priest, Joe felt like disappearing. -As much as Joe wanted to marry the girl of his dreams, he wished it didn't have to be a public announcement. Yet, he was going through with it so he could have the girl of his dreams.

Right then, the music started. Listening as the Grand Piano began started playing a simple, wedding-type song, the people in their seats turned to see little Frankie making his way down the isle with a little pillow on his hand; one that consisted of the two wedding bands. (Yeah, it wasn't a typical wedding procedure, but the Jonas' & Bailey weren't your typical group of people either.)

Joe's throat then closed up as the familiar tune of 'Here Comes the Bride' began to fill his ears. The melody played for a few moments as everyone began to stand, turning towards the end of the white carpet that was rolled out towards the doorway of the hall that exited out onto the terrace. Joe uncontrollably inhaled a sharp gasp of air as she saw Bailey in the doorway, a bouquet in her hands. At that moment, he was surprised that his legs hadn't given out on him.

Watching as she slowly stepped towards him, down the walkway, Joe's lips were curled into a smile. His eyes beginning to water out of joy, he kept telling himself that he wasn't allowed to cry until afterwards. He was finally getting married.

Once Bailey reached the alter, she stopped and turned towards Joe after handing off her flowers to Sarah who was standing in her bridesmaid gown off behind her. Bailey then reached out and held onto Joe soft, warm hands; his grasp holding onto her own. He could easily see the extra glisten of wetness on her baby blue eyes. It was truly happening.

Listening as the priest went on and on and on about marriage, Joe nor Bailey really comprehended a word that left his mouth. They were too busy gawking at each other, taking in one another's beauty and passion. -If it wasn't for the priest addressing Joe by name, he probably would've ignored him, not breaking his stare with his fiancé.

Informing him of the specific vowels he was due to repeat, the man nodded as Joe began. He saw Bailey's lip slightly quiver as he spoke. He almost started crying himself. Towards the end, his voice cracked before he ended his wedding proposal. Bailey grinned with an 'I do' before repeating her own part, trying to keep her hand still as they begged to shake in Joe's grasp. Barely even finishing her statement, a tear slipped from her eye as she listened to his smooth voice reply; I do.

The entire time, even though the two hadn't noticed, their family and friends were in their seats with their eyes glued to them. Admiring the fact that they were truly in love with one another, more guests were teary eyed than hard-faced; and that was saying a lot when Bailey's dad was one of the ones wiping his eyes. In the end, everyone was there to support them, giving the entire ceremony the best vibe anyone could ever provide.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." the priest smiled, watching as Bailey and Joe stepped towards each other, connecting their lips as everyone else began to clap; standing from their seats as a few people here and there whistled.

It wasn't too long before the entire crowd migrated into the hall, instantly heading to the buffet and open bar. Actually, make that a couple buffets and several bars. The newlyweds Bailey & Joe Jonas sure knew how to serve their guests. -Well, really, it was all down to Mr. and Mrs.Jonas and Bailey's parents. Joe and Bails themselves were absolutely clueless when it came to counting the people invited, putting together the menus and setting up the bars; which they were both legally able to drink at that point.

"Alright, who's up for a drink?" Bailey grinned, turning to the large table where the groom's best men and Sarah sat. Joe instantly shot up to his wife's side.

"I shall assist you, my dear." his cheesily kissed the top of her hand before leading her to the bar, fingers intertwined and smiles on their faces.

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"And that, little dude, is how you were made." Joe stated, his large arm draped around the tiny shoulders of his five-year-old son.

"Joseph, don't tell him that!" Bailey hissed, hitting him in the leg as he began to laugh.

"I was made at a bar?" the tiny boy asked, looking up from where he was playing with Joe's large, obnoxious gold watch.

"See what you taught him?" she chuckled, then connected her eyes with her son's. "Blake, your daddy is just a big stupid head. Never listen to him, okay?" she asked, watching her son grin and nod wildly.

"Hey hey hey, no fair!" Joe exclaimed, looking over at him. He could help but grin as his ruffled his boy's shirt hair, completely messing up his little fauxhawk he had going on.

"Mommy, I'm tired." their son, Blake, stated after pulling away from Joe and crawling onto Bailey's lap. She glanced at the giant clock across her and Joe's living room; it was 9pm, wayyyy past his bedtime.

Standing and grabbing his hand, Bailey causally led her son upstairs before tucking him in goodnight. Making her way back downstairs, she took her place by her husband's side on the couch.

"Told you we'd make cute babies." Joe mumbled into her neck, his arm wrapping around her waist. For once, he didn't object; they finally had the perfect little family.