I actually managed to watch the Daniel Bryan and Brie Bella wedding on Total Divas. I took the liberty of rewriting it just for the purpose of this story. Enjoy!

The Wedding Day Blues

"Oh my gosh Brenna!" Brie almost screamed when seeing the shorter dark haired woman.

Brenna laughed allowing her soon to be sister in law to hug her. Regardless of the fact that she felt like her legs were jello pudding, and that there were people around that she didn't know, Brenna was glad to be there.

"The bridal shop lost your dress but they sent a replacement." Brie said when she pulled back from Brenna. "I hope it fits. Go get it on, then get your face put on. I'm so freaking out right now."

Brenna could only laugh to herself at Brie's freak out moment. Even if she hadn't met Brie all the much in the course of hers and Bryan's relationship, she'd grown to appreciate Brie's friendly warmth.

"So where's the dress?" Brenna asked as Bonnie went to go talk to Brie's mother.

"Over there, on the back of that chair. If you need help, just tell me. Or someone. Now, where is the wedding planner?" Brie turned and headed off out of the bridal lounge.

Granted, Brenna didn't care for dresses all that much but this creme colored spaghetti strap dress was beautiful, it complimented her pitch black hair, so much like her father's now ashen gray hair.

Regardless of the fact she looked pale, she thought she would look nice in the dress. But there was a snag, a slight big one.

Herself.

Brenna knew the moment that she was not going to be able to properly fit the dress. It went over her head good enough but the moment it laid against her stomach and hips, all bets were off.

"Oh shit." She mumbled as she squeezed and twisted the dress over her.

It was tight around her stomach and hips, but the rest fit well. That is until she tried to zipper the damn dress close. It would go further than lower part of her back.

"Um, help." She poked her head out of the changing room, but of course no one had heard her.

Brenna bit her lip, looking at all the chattering people. Her mom was still talking with Brie's mom, and even Nikki was there. So being bold, and half zipped up, Brenna walked out of the changing room.

"Mom, I need help." She said walking up.

"With what? Why aren't you in your dress?" Bonnie looked down at her daughter.

"Well, either this new one is a size too small or I've gained weight since my last fitting." She said trying to hold the top of her dress towards her chest.

"Um, oh boy." Nikki said. "Brie is not going to be happy about this."

"What she don't know won't kill her. I just need help getting it zipped. As long as I don't sit in it, I think I'll be okay."

"Well, let's muscle it then." Bonnie declared.

It was Bonnie, Brenna and Nikki in that changing room. Though both older women tried zipping it up, they only managed to get it up half way. Even if it was a low backed dress, floor length, there was still a good six inches to go before it was able to zip all the way.

Then there was a message that came through on Nikki's phone.

"Great, reinforcements are here." She declared.

"Reinforcements, what are you talking about?" Brenna asked trying to suck her belly in hoping that would help.

"Yeah, just the person that can possibly do it. I'll be right back. I'm going to go get him." Nikki said before leaving the changing room.

"Wait, who him?" Brenna called out, but there wasn't a reply.

Even Bonnie didn't know. But like any mother hen, she took up residence at watching over the changing room. That left Brenna alone in there, looking at herself.

In the years, almost twenty some odd years, she had to deal with it. The fact that she was rounder than normal, while almost all the females- her mother included- were lithe dancers. Tall and slender seemed to be normal around that household, but Brenna was blessed with her father's short genes, never reaching more than five foot two. But if it wasn't for her kidneys then she would have been skinny, proper looking.

But now she looked like an upside down pear. Normal from the top but bulged out in the middle with okay looking legs. Half of the time in that changing room she hated looking at herself, but sitting down wasn't an option and that was giving her a sharp pain in her back. At least she wasn't in her shoes.

Brenna lifted her head when she heard her mother squeal in delight and wondered why. She didn't bother asking as she went back to trying to keep the front of the dress closed because that was when the curtain drew back.

"You're looking good, Bren." She heard a slightly deep voice behind her.

Brenna's head snapped up and looked at the man that was standing behind her. No suit, no tie, not even nice jeans. He dressed like he always did, in comfort.

"Jon?"

Sure enough Jon Good stood behind her with a smile tugging at the edges of his lips.

She hadn't seen him since the hospital. Him and John Cena showed up together, which was very odd to see. And that was just a week before the wedding. She remembered that day, all hopped up on pain killers because her bladder felt like it was going to explode in her body, and she remembered waking up to a coarse thumb rubbing her forehead, a familiar sensation from years ago.

No matter how many times she'd seen him, he always smiled for her.

"Jon." She breathed trying to turn but his hands kept her from doing so.

"I got the 911 about shoving you in this dress. You couldn't have gained that much weight since leaving the hospital." He said looking down at the offending piece of clothing.

"I don't think I did. I think the bridal shop sent the wrong size. But there isn't any others for me to get into. I'm sort of stuck with this one."

He made a noise, something like a snort as he grasped the zipper. "Suck it in, Soldier." Jon said with a chuckle.

She did and with a grunt, Jon pulled the zipper up all the way with no real issues.

"There, think it will hold together for the ceremony?"

"I sure hope so."

Still with her back to him, Brenna and Jon looked at each other in the mirror. As pale as she was, as sick as she had been when they last seen each other, Jon still smiled at her.

"I need to get finished getting ready. You should think about getting into your suit." She turned slightly to look at him.

"Yeah." She knew he was thinking about things, about what life had been like two years ago between the two of them. He sighed, shaking his head and then looking at her again. "See you later Brenna."

"You know it."

He left, pushing aside the curtain and leaving it open so that Bonnie could see that Brenna was finally zipped up in that dress.

"You look great, Brenna." Her mother said.

"Thanks, Mom. Can you help me with my make up?"

"Yeah, come on."

Brenna brushed her black hair from her face and looked out across the seats. While the pastor was speaking she looked through the faces. Even the Total Divas film crew was there. But really, the only person she wanted to see was Jon, Jon Good. Her almost best friend in the world.

Jon was sitting towards the back of the second section of seats. He looked weird wearing that suit in her opinion. She could see him smile at her, a simple nod in showing her that he was watching her.

"Is there anyone who objects to the marriage of this man and woman, speak now or forever hold your peace." The pastor said, which was the signal for Brenna.

"I have something to say." She called up from the end of the bridal line. Now everyone was looking at her with raised eyebrows and open mouths. "Kiss her already, Bryan."

The laughter rose up much like a wave. Brie and Brenna had worked that out before hand, trying to get everyone to laugh. Even if the dress was cutting into her being able sit down, it did look good on her, she did like it.

Once the kiss had sealed the deal, they headed over to where there was going to be a party. The reception area was in a dance hall located in Aberdeen. The wedding had to be in Aberdeen because Bryan's and Brenna's Dad wasn't doing so well. He'd been fighting heart problems for years and the doctors didn't want him to travel for the wedding.

"You look nice in that dress." Brenna heard a voice in her ear and hot breath brushing up against her neck.

She smiled as she opened up a bottle of water. "You look weird in your suit, Jon."

He laughed and then came to stand next to her at the drink table. "What do you think of everything happening?"

Brenna shrugged, looking around at the people in the dance hall. Her parents were sitting at a table, Brie and Bryan were dancing to the music, John Cena and Nikki were talking to the Bellas' parents at another table. Everyone did look happy. But it had been one ride after another for her.

"Are you feeling well?" He turned her so that he could put the back of his hand against her forehead.

"I'm fine, Mox." She shooed his hand away, turning her head. "I'm just, I don't know. I'm sort of out of it." "You're not feeling sick are you?" He asked.

"I said I'm fine." She rolled her eyes.

"Then what's wrong?" "That's the point, I don't know. I'm not full of energy." She looked down at the empty glasses and tapped them.

Jon watched her. Her hand moved over one of the glasses and a small white ball seemed to appear inside of it. He knew how she was, he knew what she could do when it came to the tricks she did. Another wave of her hand and another ball appeared in the glass.

"Are you going to take the show on the road?" Bryan asked approaching the drink table.

"Hi, Bryan." She smiled at him and hugged her brother. "How do you feel being married now?"

"Great, happy. I'm glad you were able to make it here, man." Bryan said looking at Jon.

"Yeah, well, in this monkey suit I don't feel it." Jon said pulling at his tie.

"You do look weird in it." Brenna turned and smiled at the man, readjusting his tie. "Where's Brie?"

"I don't know, she's talking to the DJ." He pointed over to where John Cena's cousin was. Brie was talking to Marc about something, him smiling and her left hand moving as if explaining something. "Why?"

This was the first time Jon really saw Brenna smile in a long time. In return Jon smiled himself. "Oh, that must mean she's ready."

"Ready for what?" Bryan's shoulders slumped as Brenna lifted up the glass and took the ball.

"We're ready for the reception show. I've been working on this for months."

"Why did you get into magic?" Her brother asked as she started walking away.

"Why did you get into wrestling?" She called over her shoulder.

"Because it's cool." Jon and Bryan yelled back together.

"You know, they're going to be doing magic tricks." Jon said as he looked at the groom.

"Yeah, I know."

The music changed to something like a dance song. Half way across the dance hall, even as sickly as she still looked, Brenna was bobbing her head, picking up the length of her dress and dancing in those heels she was on.

Jon laughed as Brie and Brenna started dancing together, just warming up for what was to come. Like when the two women twirled, Brenna being obviously shorter than Brie by about five inches, a bright pink bandanna appeared around Brie's waist. Bryan glanced over at his parents to see that they were smiling and laughing as the bandanna disappeared only to end up in Brie's veil. The rest of the bridal party was having an obvious fun time.

"You want her on the road?" Jon asked.

"Yeah, I do. Brie and I want her on the road with us just until she has to go in for surgery."

"Has she been put on a kidney list?"

"As far as I know, yeah I think so. I would do anything for my sister."

"Really?" Jon glanced over at his friend.

"I know, I know I haven't been the best brother but, this is my sister. I see what she goes through and I just want her to be okay. I want her to be happy." "What happens if she says no?"

"Beg?" Bryan laughed as Brie and Brenna stood side by side raising the ends of their dresses. In the next moment Brie's shoes ended up on Brenna's feet, and Brenna's shoes were on Brie's feet. "I'd kiss her feet if that will get her to go on the road with me."

"Want me to talk to her?"

"You'd do that?"

"I'd like to see more of her, too, you know."

It was Bryan's turn to look at the Jon, brows raised. "You miss her that much?"

"Dude, the last time she and me were hanging out was when she went to New York with you. I miss her, she is one hell of a trickster in a bar setting."

Bryan knew she loved performing. She had been doing magic since she was really young, it was her passion to do magic tricks just as it had been his to wrestle.

"If she says no, can you talk her into it?" Bryan asked.

"If she gets pissed off at the divas can she travel with me?"

"As long as she's with someone I can trust. Joe I can trust, I don't know Colby too well." Colby being Seth Rollins of The Shield.

The two men had watched the performance of the new bride and Brenna showing off for everyone. It didn't last long because Brenna stopped in the middle of the dancing magic trick holding her right side, the side that was usually affected when it came to her kidneys. Brie held onto Brenna, motioning for the music to stop and for someone to get her.

"You're hurting aren't you?" Brenna's mother asked as she helped her daughter over to the nearest table.

"Mom, no not really. I just moved wrong or something. It's been what, a week since I've been out of the hospital?" Brenna asked. "There was no way I was going to miss Bryan and Brie's wedding. So what if I flubbed it a little?" "Brenna Faith Danielson," Bonnie started to say.

"Mom, with everything going on I didn't go before the wedding." She said pushing up off the chair. "Go," Brenna motioned to Bryan and Brie. "Go, dance, have fun. Let me go take care of something."

Carol Cena approached the Danielson family. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything is fine." Brenna said before walking away, trying to keep her dress up to prevent from walking on it and hoping that she didn't rip it when she was sitting down.

But it wasn't ripped. And as for the pain, well she'd been having flank pains a lot on her right side. It was the one kidney that had been really giving her problems all her life. With a bathroom break and a clean up of her make up, which was hard to do and still shaking from the lack of energy, Brenna looked up at herself in the mirror.

The dark haired woman was not well, she could see it. If magic was real she would have instantly changed her pale face to it's usually tanned self. Even growing up in the Great Northwest with it raining most of the year, she had always had a naturally tanned complexion. Now it was sickly white, the dress was peach and it made her look even sicker no matter how beautiful the dress looked on her.

As she walked out of the rest room, she ran right into Jon.

"Easy there, Sweetheart, don't want to hurt me now do you?" He asked stopping her from falling over by grabbing her upper arms.

Her light eyes looked his own blue eyes. No, her eyes were pale because of her recent stint in the hospital. No matter how much she tried to take care of herself, Brenna's body seemed to be getting worse.

"Brenna, are you okay?"

"I lied." She admitted pulling from his grasp. "I lied about being better. I should have at least gotten a few more days in there to get more liquids."

"Have you been drinking more water?"

"Trying to, but lately, with the wedding and the rehearsals, it's sort of hard to keep up with it." She leaned against the wall, next to a bulletin board.

"What happens when you get on the road?"

"On the road? What are you talking about?"

"Didn't you listen to Bryan earlier? He said taking it, your tricks on the road." Jon leaned a hand on the wall, keeping her pinned to it. "He and Brie want you to go on the road with them."

"What?" She inclined her head forward, near to Jon's chest while looking up at him. "They want me on the road?"

"At least until you get that paratoneal catheter."

She looked down, looking at her reflexion in his black shoes.

"It's going to happen eventually, Brenna." He lifted her chin up. "That's just what you have to deal with. Anyone else, I'm sure they would loose it. I've seen you fighting, and I don't think you can give up now."

She smiled, but it was hard for her to do it. The corners of her lips twitched a little before falling back down into a frown. Jon took his thumb and dabbed away the moisture at the side of her eye.

"Don't give up, Brenna. You're too damn special to give up right now. You've come so far."

"Mox, I'm twenty-eight, I don't have a job because I'm constantly sick. I can't have kids, I can't…" she choked slightly, trying to push his hand away.

"Uh huh," Jon shook his head before pulling her into a hug. "Don't start with the can'ts, Brenna. I can't isn't something you will ever say in front of me, Brenna."

A small sob escaped from her. Jon felt her hands gripping his suit jacket.

"Come, Bren, you're okay. You're better than okay. You're fine. I mean look at you, you're accenting the girls great." He pulled her back from him, looking down from her face.

"Jon," she shoved him slightly.

"Ow, what did I tell you about hurting me." He feigned being hurt, rubbing his arm slightly. "Better now?"

"Yeah, thanks."

"Now, will you go on the road with us?" He asked, turning serious again.

"I don't know."

"Tell you what, tonight is all about your brother and Brie." Jon brought her back towards him. "But tonight will be about you and me."

"What about you and me, Jon. We've tried this once before…"

"I'm not talking about that, Bren. Just you and me, friends, hanging out and having fun. You need that, Brenna."

A set of clicking sounds started coming towards them. "Yeah, you need it girl." A woman said.

"Here comes the bride." Brenna pulled away from Jon and looked at Brie but didn't see her brother. "No Bryan?"

"I wanted to come see how you were doing. I got worried about you." She held her arms out.

"Thanks." Brenna happily allowed Brie to hug her. "I didn't mean to ruin your reception, Brie."

"Honey, you didn't." She stepped back. "But, are you coming on the road with Bryan and I?"

"I don't know." She pursed her slightly plump lips into a thin line. "Look, let me think about it. Jon and I will go out and talk about it because he wants me to come on the road, too. So, uh," she looked between the WWE performers biting her lower lip. "Let's go back to the party and have fun. Jon, can rub my feet."

"No I won't." He said as she grabbed his sleeve and started pulling him back to the dance hall.

"Oh yes you are." She smiled and laughed at his flared nose and furrowed eyes.

Well, that's that official first chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed it.