I've been toying with this idea for so long now, and I just had to get it down. A collection of one-shots (they're so popular, I love 'em!) all about the wedding – because it's inevitable, surely! And us Brits, we just love a good wedding!

Also, as a result of the subject, extended family feature, and of course that means a lot of unknowns, especially in terms of Annie and Auggie's families, so hopefully my version of Walkers/Andersons isn't too… off-putting for anyone. And I sure as hell hope I don't step on any toes either.

I'm using the backstory created in my previous fic, just to save confusion…

Reviews/comments/ideas always welcome. Thanks for reading xx

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Annie Walker listened as Danielle gently closed the door behind her.

Alone. She glanced at the clock next to the bed – she had about 20 minutes remaining, only 20 minutes left of being Anne Walker. She raised her eyes to the mirror before her, once again sweeping over the layers of pale organza that cascaded from her hips. Her hand trailed up the rigid bodice, tracing the delicate organza ribbons at her décolletage…

Reflected behind her, the bed was a mass of chaos; discarded clothing, makeup, dress bags, shoe boxes, all the tools necessary for the transformation into bridal bliss.

The bouquet was delicately nestled amidst the mess, a deliciously fragrant mix of lilies and roses, which she briefly hoped wouldn't mask her perfume too much. She glanced at herself in the mirror again, inhaling deeply.

20 minutes – no, 18 – and she'd become a whole new person; Annie Walker would tread down that aisle and Annie Anderson would saunter back, leading her husband.

20 minutes – no, 17 now – and the intrinsic ligature that was Annie and Auggie would become official.

A light raspy knock at the door pulled her away from her reverie, and she cleared her throat before permitting entry, turning behind her to pick up the flowers. She heard the door open, but rather than hearing Danielle announce their father, another voice whispered her name.

Annie turned to see Auggie stood next to his sister, Helen; he was impeccably sharp in his dark suit. She inhaled a small, nervous sigh. She couldn't help but smile at him. "Bad luck, Auggie."

He grinned. "Only to see the bride. I think we'll be OK."

Helen gave Annie a quick smile. "I promised him." She touched Auggie's arm. "I'll give you 5 minutes. Don't touch her."

He raised his hands at Helen's admonishing – folded cane in one, two beers in the other.

Annie shook her head, closing the distance between them. She gently pulled the offered beer from his hand. "You're a bad influence." She took a long, very welcome, drink.

"Calms nerves."

"Who says I'm nervous?" She grinned, leaning against the door.

Auggie chucked. "Who says I was talking about you? "

"Second thoughts?"

He deadpanned. "Never."

She stepped forward, planting a gentle kiss on his lips, pulling away as he began to lean in. "Auggie?"

"Yeah?"

"I've never been so sure." She felt the need to assuage what she knew he was frightened of.

He nodded, offering the bottle. "Cheers. To us. To making a respectable lady out of you. To finally giving Evey respectable parents."

Annie touched her bottle to his. "Cheers to that. And to bagging myself the best husband a girl could ask for."

"I'd better, uh…" He jerked his head toward the direction of the lobby and offered her his half empty bottle. "Stand me up and you'll pay."

Annie took the bottle and placed her other hand on his arm. "See you down there. Promise." She watched him walk away, feeling the butterflies catapult.

10 minutes.

The finished her beer. And his.

AN: Sorry it's short, I just don't know what kind of reception (no pun intended) to expect with this. Please let me know if you want this to carry on. xx