*Fionna's POV*

About 6 months had passed since the lake house, I haven't heard from Bubba since then. And Marshall and I were having a wedding in a month in Lumpy Space. LSP told us it would be okay and that he would host it at his parents' house because his apartment was too small.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

My phone started ringing. "Hello?" I answered.

"Hey-y-y-y-y-y-y Fionna," He slurred. "I have a news."

"What is it LSP?" I asked.

"Brittany and I are having a baby!"

"Oh Golly, LSP! That's wonderful!" I smiled. How cute.

"Okay, well I got to fly now. So bye." He hung up.

I walked inside to the tree house. "Cake," I called as I started climbing the stairs. "Cake, LSP and Brittany are going to have a baby."

"Say what now?" She was cooking eggs at the stove; I sat down at our table.

"LSP just called and said that he was going to be having a baby with Brittany." Cake was quiet for a few moments.

"Don't get pregnant with Marshall; I'll cut you and him." She spoke with seriousness as she flipped her eggs.

"Understood," I nodded as she slipped my eggs on a plate and stretched them over to me. I wolfed them down thinking about the wedding plans.

*Gumball's POV*

When is this going to stop? I don't know how many weeks or months have passed since the lake house but the pain was intense, I laid in my bed thinking about how many times I could have asked her out.

"Peppermint Maid," I called.

"Yes, sir?" She entered the room, noticing the filth that had grown over time.

"When is the wedding for Fionna and Marshall Lee?" My voice cracked on the last part.

"About a month, sir." I forced myself out of bed; stumbling a bit as I made my way to the bathroom.

"I think that's plenty of time," I closed the door.

*Marshall's POV*

It has to be here. I tossed a pair of head phones out of the box.

"MOM," Mom's always know where everything is. "Mom where is my CD?"

"What CD Marshall?" She walked into my old room. The room I use to live in before she ate my fries, when I lived in the Night-O-Sphere with her.

"The one before the War," She looked around the trashed room. "With that 'Brano Mars' guy?"

"You meant 'Bruno' Mars," She walked to an un-opened box I kept in the back of my closet.

"Yeah, whatever." She opened the cardboard box and pulled out a CD in a plastic case. "Thanks mom!" She handed it over. "So I have a news."

Heather Abadeer looked at me waiting for the statement. "I'm getting married."