The First Time

Rose collapsed onto she and Mack's bed, exhausted. Mack groaned softly beside her and buried his face in one of his pillows. "That was just awful." Rose murmured agreement, cuddling closer to her fiancé. He put an arm around her, face still hidden.

"I can't believe the wedding is tomorrow," Rose continued as she stared up at the ceiling. She smiled widely, absentmindedly touching the engagement ring.

"I know," Mack replied. "Are you nervous, Rosie?"

She shook her head firmly. "Not at all. In all honesty, I don't think much is going to change, Mack. We're still going to be us, only married."

Mack chuckled lightly. "Only now with the possibility of little Roses and little Macks," he pointed out. Rose laughed.

"Yes, Mack, we will have a family, all right?" She glanced at the clock on the bedside table. "It's late. I'm going to sleep." She got up and turned off the light and got back into the bed. Mack leaned over and kissed her.

"Good night, Mrs. Hartford."

--

Ronny Aston was standing in front of Rose in the bridal room, meticulously applying subtle make-up to the bride. "Rose, you look so pretty. Mack isn't going to know what to do with himself."

Rose smiled at her friend as the former yellow ranger held up a mirror. From the church the wedding march started to play. Rose suddenly looked as if she might lose it. "You're going to be great, Rose," Ronny promised. She gave the bride a brief hug and scurried off to meet Will.

Mack stood at the altar, anxiously looking past all the people seated in the pews for his bride and her father. And there she was, beautiful as ever in a beaded white silk dress. She clutched her father's arm as he led her down the aisle. Mack shot Rose a grin and she readily returned it.

"You make sure to take good care of my baby," Mr. Ortiz told Mack as he and Rose arrived at the altar. All Mack could do was nod in response.

As the pastor read through the ceremony, Mack looked Rose up and down, loving her more than ever. "You may now kiss the bride."

He pulled Rose into his arms and did as he'd been instructed. She responded just as intensely, to many howls and hollers to 'save that for the wedding night.'

And then Mack pulled Rose down the aisle and down the steps of the church, their friends chasing after them. The newlyweds climbed into the sleek black limo they'd rented. Mack promptly attacked Rose again, holding her to him like he couldn't bear to let her go. Finally Rose murmured, "Isn't making out in a limo a bit cliché?"

"It's our right," Mack insisted. Rose laughed softly and gently touched her own lips to his.

--

"Honestly, Mack, put me down," Rose hissed as Mack carried her up many flights of stairs to their hotel room.

"Oh, I'll put you down all right," Mack replied, taking the key card from the pocket of his tuxedo and sliding it into the door. He continued carrying Rose into the room, lowering her onto the bed. Mack then sprinted across the room to the door, slamming it shut, and then dive-bombed his wife. "Hey, you."

Rose, deciding to taunt him a bit, started towards the shower. "I think I'll clean myself up a bit," she informed her husband. But Mack seized her hand and brought her back to the mattress, climbing on top of her to prevent further attempts at escaping.

"I love you, Rose," Mack said softly, nuzzling her neck with his nose. "Let me love you?"

Rose smiled slightly, "Of course."

A/N: And I'll just leave it here before I get myself carried away. LOL.

A/N 2: For those of you reading my fic, Through Time and Space, I will be posting the next chapter (finally) within the next few days, but after that it's on hiatus for a while. Sorry.