Fluff alert! If you're a hardcore fan of action, blood splattering, dead bodies … this chapter is absolutely not your thing! But for all the rest … one of the fluffiest, the mushiest chapters I've ever written. Did I go overboard? I sincerely hope not. But some moments in life are fluffy by their nature and a marriage is definitely one of them (at least for me). The big moment is here! OK, not right at the beginning, but in the second part of this chapter!

The wedding ceremony is my free interpretation and is only loosely based on Catholic tradition. Why did I choose a church as a place for the wedding? Well, their rented house is not exactly suitable for such occasion and to be married in town hall could mean trouble. I suppose that the Catholic Church doesn't exactly check the FBI's 'most wanted lists'.

Thanks to all that have reviewed this story so far and I hope you'll keep on enjoying it. There's one more fluffy chapter coming and then we'll turn to business, although not of the violent type.

Chapter 2

The loud music in the bar made almost every conversation attempt futile and John felt completely out of place. Tim and Brian were sitting with their drinks in hands, staring towards the counter, not even trying to talk, seemingly just annoyed as John. He sighed and shook his head, knowing that it was a bad decision to come here. They should have chosen another bar, where they could talk and have their drinks in peace and not here, where the only thing that could be heard was blaring of the giant loudspeakers, playing the annoying techno music. He suspected that Tim and Brian shared his opinion, or at least it looked like that judging their expressions, and waited for the song to be over.

In the moment as the music died out for a second, John yelled to his companions: "Let's pay and get out of here. There's another bar down the street and it's much better than this."

Tim and Brian looked extremely relieved and nodded vigorously. They emptied their glasses instantly, just to get out of this bar as soon as possible.

After they finally managed to pay and left the bar, the substantially tolerable noise outside worked like a balm for their ears. Even the passing cars were a mere whisper, compared to the music that still blasted through closed door of the bar they left almost fleeing.

"This was too much! How do they survive? I mean the personnel!" Brian shook his head. He was used to loud music, but this was beyond anything he experienced before.

"I have absolutely no idea!" Tim looked utterly relieved too and turned to John: "You said there were another bar?"

"Sure!" john nodded and pointed along the street. "About 200 meters down there is a nice bar, with no loud music and no problematic guests."

"How do you know about it?" Tim was surprised that John didn't suggest going in that bar immediately. "Do they have any good looking waitresses?" He suggestively added

"I've been there with Cameron a few times." John smiled slightly dreamily, deciding to overhear the second question about the waitresses. You'll see by yourself soon!

"Oh! I get it! It's so to say your bar and you didn't want your friends to catch up on your little secret!" Tim mocked while suppressing laughter.

John waggled his head from side to side and grinned: "Maybe …" Then he started down the street towards the new bar and Tim and Brian had to follow him not to fall too far behind.

Upon entering the new bar, Tim looked around and nodded with slightly pursed lips: "I like it! You have a good taste."

"And it's quiet!" Brian added. "Won't they throw us out if we get too loud?"

"Nope!" John shook his head. "I know the personnel and they are very understanding."

They sat down at one table in the corner and only few seconds after they made themselves comfortable, a cute red haired petite waitress raced towards them, smiling wide.

"Hello, John! Glad to see you again. I see you brought some friends today. Where's Cameron?" She bubbled enthusiastically.

John ignored the wondering looks that Tim and Brian gave him and smiled at the girl: "Hi, Angie. Cameron's at home … I suppose … and these two guys are here to have the last evening with me as a bachelor. They insisted and I couldn't have turned them down."

"So you're really getting married?" The petite waitress almost bounced and quickly bowed to John and gave him a lightning kiss on the cheek. "Congratulations. Too bad Cameron's not here so I could congratulate her too. You have to tell her how thrilled I am!"

Tim and Brian looked with open mouth and exchanged glances, showing their complete confusion over the acting of this waitress and John as well. Tim now understood why John didn't answer his question about the cute waitresses. Angie was really cute.

John seemed to blush a little and smiled back at Angie: "Thanks! I hope that we'll come around soon so that you'll be able to tell it to her in person. If you don't mind, I'd like to order a bottle of champagne and after we finish it, you should bring us the best wine you've got." He bowed towards the girl slightly and spoke in a hushed voice, but made sure that Tim and Brian could still hear him: "I have to get them drunk!"

Angie grinned at him, nodded and vanished towards the counter to get them the ordered spirit.

"Is there something I've been missing?" Tim looked at John with more than suggestive eyes, even though he didn't doubt a second that he would never allow himself with another woman.

"No, nothing. What would you think you would be missing?" John grinned at him openely.

"Oh, maybe how the hell would Cameron react if she'd see what just happened? Is there something you didn't tell us?"

John now smiled at them: "Relax guys! Angie is just a good friend of ours. Me and Cameron met her the first time we came to town and she helped us getting acquainted with it. Cameron likes her very much, even though she got a mile wide jealous streak at first. But she understands now that there's absolutely nothing more than friendship and likes the girl quite a lot."

Tim and Brian didn't look all too convinced, but accepted John's explanation.

John sighed upon seeing their indecisiveness. "Look … you can ask Cameron tomorrow about Angie if you don't believe me."

Tim finally smiled: "OK, I take your word."

Few hours and quite a lot of bottles later, Brian was already leaning heavily on his hands, supporting the growingly heavy head and his eyelids began to fall down even though he fought fiercely to remain awake.

Tim's position resembled Brian's like he would be his twin brother and John, who drank a lot less than his friends, had to grin upon seeing how his two friends were already drifting off into their dream world. They have done quite a lot of talking and John admitted to himself that Brian now definitely seemed like someone who could be valuable for him. He also admired Tim, who managed to keep their secrets, even though he drank quite a lot. But now it seemed that it was time to bring the boys back home.

He pulled out the cell phone and dialed Cameron's number. As expected, she picked it up after the first ring: "Yes John?" Her voice was flat and cold, like she would be talking to some stranger.

John shivered a little, feeling the coldness in Cameron's voice, not knowing if it was directed towards him or was she simply in a very bad mood. "Could you please come and pick us up, Cam? The boys have had a little too much drinks and I wouldn't like to risk anything."

"I'll be there in twenty minutes." Cameron's voice now sounded a little warmer, though it still wasn't the voice he normally expected from her. She hung up on him without any additional words. Something, John already got used to. If anything, Cameron definitely wasn't the talkative teenage girl or young woman and she preferred the shortest and most effective communications.

"Trouble in paradise?" John jerked his head around to see Angie smiling at him.

"I hope not. But it seems that she's not exactly thrilled to act as a taxi driver for us." John smiled back. He felt the effects of the wine he drank, but was still in complete control of his actions and words. He just wouldn't want to challenge his luck by driving back to the house.

"I'll wait until she's here. So I'll be able to tell her personally how good you behaved." Angie winked at John and turned to tend to other guests.

John sighed and felt little worried of how Cameron will treat him. He smiled at the thought of annoyed looking Cameron, dispatching Tim and Brian into the car.

Nineteen minutes later the front door burst open and Cameron with Andrea in tow entered the bar. Meanwhile Tim and Brian managed to drink another bottle of wine and were now more lying than sitting behind the table, while John responsibly guarded over them. He had a big mug of coffee in his hands and was slowly seeping at the warm concoction, trying to remain awake and alert.

Cameron strode purposefully towards the trio of friends with blank face and as she stopped at the table, her eyes settled on John. But not before she scanned the other two occupants with a distasteful expression on her beautiful face.

"Hi, Cam. Thanks for coming." John looked at her sheepishly and waited for her reaction.

After analyzing John's behavior and finding that he was almost completely sober, Cameron's face finally softened and she gave him one of her beautiful smiles: "I see that you didn't follow the advice and example of your friends."

John shook his head and smiled at his fiancée: "No, I don't think it's necessary to get drunk to have fun. I'd have much more fun if I'd be here with you."

"Cameron!" A cry from the other side of the room interrupted them and as Cameron turned towards the source of the voice, she noticed Angie, hurrying towards her. For a second her face seemed a little confused, but then she smiled at the petite redhead: "Hi Angie!"

As soon as Angie reached them, she grabbed Cameron's hand and squealed: "Congratulations, Cameron!"

Cameron looked confused for a split second, but then remembered what Angie must have been talking about and smiled brightly: "Thank you, Angie."

"You know, this man of yours …" Angie gestured towards John, who was grinning at the both women. "He was the voice of reason while the other two tried to get as drunk as possible. He's such a good guy!"

"I know. That's why I'm going to marry him. I don't want to risk losing him to someone else." Cameron commented a bit sarcastically, but yet friendly.

"Pity! And I was so hoping that you would change your mind and let him go." Angie ranted, not knowing that she was on a very slippery terrain. As she saw Cameron's suddenly darkened face, she hurriedly added: "I didn't mean it, Cameron! I was just making fun. Sorry."

Cameron looked at her for a second with grim expression on her face, but it brightened instantly as she flashed Angie a smile: "I know. But I don't appreciate such jokes."

Angie felt that she made a mistake and nodded with big eyes: "I'm really sorry, Cameron. I know how much you two are in love and I really wouldn't want to come between you or be a reason for you fighting."

"It's OK, Angie." John chose this moment to chime in, his face smiling, but his eyes not too amused over Angie's words. "We should be going dear." He stood up and looked at Cameron, catching her hand with his and squeezing it reassuringly. He had a feeling that at first she wanted to withdraw it, but then she allowed him to hold it.

"Who's going to bring these two to the car?" Andrea, who was just watching the whole discussion now pointed towards Tim and Brian, who were still sitting behind the table and grinning foolishly, not completely understanding what was going on around them.

John sighed: "I guess I'll take Brian and Cameron and you can take care of Tim." He winked to Andrea and she got the hint. Cameron would dispatch both guys without breaking a sweat, but she had to keep up appearance and if they'd do it together, it wouldn't be suspicious.

Cameron just nodded and stepped to Tim's side to lift him up, waiting for Andrea to take the other side. In a matter of seconds, they all left the bar and were on their way to the cars. She took Andrea with her to be able to bring the car with which the boys arrived earlier back to their house

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"Why is she not yet here? Did she change her mind?" John fidgeted nervously at his tie and tried to stretch the collar of his shirt. He felt like he wouldn't be getting enough air and especially now, while he was waiting for Cameron to arrive, he felt that it was extremely hot in the church, even though it was in fact pleasantly cool.

"I don't think so, John. There are still ten minutes left before the ceremony starts and she can't be here too soon." Tim grinned at the nervous groom wickedly. "But … on the other hand … maybe she's still pissed at you because of what happened in the bar?" His voice fell quiet and he leaned towards John's ear conspiratorially.

John jerked his head towards him and looked at his friend with big eyes: "Do you think so?" In this very moment he simply forgot that he spent the night together with Cameron and she didn't behave any different than normally. She had been even more passionate to be exact.

"Of course not!" Tim straightened again and grinned at the nervous groom. "I'm just fooling you. She'll be here, don't worry!" He patted John's shoulder in a friendly manner.

"Is it really so hot in here?" John hooked his finger behind the collar of his shirt and tried to stretch it. He felt like he'd not be getting enough air, dressed so formally in a tuxedo, snow white shirt and a tie.

"Nah! I guess it's just the nerves. Relax, everything's going to be OK." A slight note of irritation crept into Tim's voice. But he instantly regretted it. God knows how would I feel to be standing and waiting for the woman of my dreams to come to me and say the 'yes' word? Probably just like John feels right now and I'd be just as nervous.

Brian, standing on John's other side looked at the clock: "It's nearly time." He turned to Tim: "Do you have the rings?"

"Of course! Here!" Tim produced a small box, opened it and inside were two wedding bands, both in same design.

John sighed relieved: "Thanks! I appreciate that you two are helping me."

"No problems!" Tim patted his shoulder again and wanted to add something but was interrupted by sudden music, announcing the arrival of the bride. They all turned towards the door of the church and waited.

After few seconds, the door opened and Andrea entered as first, stepped aside and allowed Cameron, being led by Chris, in. The moment he saw his soon to be wife, John gasped for air audibly and his eyes widened uncontrollably. He overheard quiet whistle of admiration, coming from Tim. He was fixed on an angel-like apparition that made her way towards him slowly.

Cameron entered the church like a queen would be entering her throne room. Clad in a long white sleeveless dress, ending less than an inch above the floor, with accentuated thin waist, revealing just the right amount of cleavage, however, covered with a flimsy lace, reaching to her neck. The upper part of the dress reflected the sunlight, being covered with tiny crystals, almost invisible to naked eye. She wore white gloves, reaching well over her elbows, exactly the same shade of color as the dress itself. Her hair fell over her shoulders and on top of her head she wore a small, intricately made tiara, holding the veil, covering her face, again in exact the same shade of white as the dress. He suddenly noticed that there were discreet red streaks in her hair, making it appear like a living waterfall of auburn and red, building a beautiful contrast to the whiteness of her dress. Her appearance spread an aura of divinity and John could swear that he could see a halo around her head. In fact, the light, emanating through the open door definitely shimmered around her and gave her almost otherworldly appearance.

The veil over her face was so transparent that he could see her flawless features without problems. She smiled shyly at him, giving him the New Mexico school girl smile, the smile that won his heart in storm as he first saw her. It's her special smile for me! He suddenly realized that she never smiled like that to anyone else but him. Her special gift for the one she loved.

His breathing suddenly became labored and as Cameron, hanging on Chris' arm, slowly approached him, walking more graceful than he ever saw any woman, he found it difficult to concentrate on anything else but her. HER! His still fiancée but in few minutes to be his wife. I'll love her forever! It suddenly dawned on him that he was looking at his destiny, at the woman, who will be sharing his life till the end.

After she finally reached him and Chris let her go, John slowly, almost in trance, reached for her hand, which she accepted, touching his like a feather. "Have I made the right choice of dress?" She whispered to him, looking with her huge eyes into his as big ones.

"Y…" He almost choked, swallowed hard and tried again: "Yes, Cam. You're beyond perfection."

Her shy smile widened upon hearing his words and she mouthed a silent "Thank you!" before stepping at his side.

The priest looked at the couple with a smile and checked if the best man and bridesmaid already took their positions. After he was satisfied, he cast a look at the guests, sitting in the first row. There were really only a few: Sarah, whose eyes shone dangerously wet, Derek, who tried to look unimpressed, but failed miserably, Chris, smiling at the couple contentedly, Danny, who still didn't know exactly how to behave towards the couple, whom he caused so much pain and suffering in his efforts to save them and Brian, who suddenly realized that he was thinking of standing on John's place with Andrea waiting to become his wife.

The priest obviously sensed the importance of this moment for the young couple and he delivered a very touching and heartfelt speech before turning to them: "Now, would you like to say your vows?"

John, whose throat was dangerously constricted, nodded while his eyes never left Cameron's ones and started: "Almost three years ago I met a girl in the school in Red Valley. I didn't know who she was, but from the first moment I laid my eyes on her I knew that she was someone special. Later, as I got to know her better I fell in love with her hopelessly. Cameron: you are the light of my days and my steadfast rock in the storm. Without you I am not complete. You give the sense to my life, to everything I do. When I look into your eyes I feel like I could manage anything, reach the highest peak, dive the deepest ocean. I know that you'll always be there for me and I'll always be there for you. Whenever you will need a helping hand I'll reach out for you. If you'll ever be afraid, if you'll ever need someone to comfort you … let me be the one. I love you. I love you now and forever." He paused for a second and finished: "I, John take you, Cameron, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part." He took the ring from the little cushion that Tim offered him and slipped it on Cameron's finger.

While John talked, Cameron felt how tears began to well in her eyes. She had to sniff them back to be able to talk after he finished. "Before I met you, my life had no meaning. I did things that I'm not proud of. But you gave me a second chance. You saw more in me than anyone else and for that I'll always be thankful. You wanted me to become a better person and always supported me. Even when I made mistakes you never resented me, no, you helped me to correct them. I promise I'll always be by your side, I'll never leave you. I will do anything in my power to make you happy. Let me be the one to whom you'll turn when you'll be hurt or confused. John, I want to give myself to you for all eternity. I, Cameron, take you, John, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part." She also took the ring, offered to her by Andrea and slipped it on John's finger.

A soft sniffing from the guests told much more than any words could. John had no idea what vow Cameron prepared and she knew nothing of his. They both had tears in their eyes, just looking at each other, sharing a silent bond, a bond that would, they were sure of it, last till the end of their days.

Sarah fought back the tears but lost the battle and very soon wet marks on her cheeks spoke volumes about her emotions. Her son was getting married and in this moment she couldn't care less that his wife was a cyborg. She got to know Cameron quite well and she had no doubts that the brunette bride meant every word she said. She would stand by John unwavering, like a rock in the perfect storm.

Andrea didn't even try to hide her tears. She looked at John and Cameron, saw how lost they were in their emotions and only wished she'd once stand on Cameron's place, saying similar words of devotion and love to her groom.

Even the hardened soldier, Derek Reese, felt how his eyes got dangerously wet and almost angrily wiped them with the sleeve. He wanted to keep up the appearance of stoic, war hardened veteran, who would and could not fall victim to such emotions or, god forsake, even express them openly. But still, his eyes shone too wet to deceive anyone, who'd look at him.

Even the others, who didn't know John and Cameron so well, were overwhelmed by the scene. There was really an aura going out of the young couple, unmistakably showing everyone just how much they meant to each other and something more … it was clear that they were more than just two young people getting married. They were definitely something more.

The priest was as touched as anyone present and after they exchanged the vows it took him a second before he could finish: "I herewith pronounce you husband and wife." He looked around and finally smiled at the newlyweds: "You may now kiss the bride."

That was something John didn't have to be told twice and after he carefully lifted the veil, covering Cameron's face, his lips gently covered hers expectant ones. They kissed a lot before, but this one was something extraordinary. Not the first, not the longest, not the most passionate … but the most important kiss of their lives. The kiss that sealed their joint destiny.

After they broke the kiss, everyone in the church clapped, but Cameron and John didn't hear them. They were still in their own world, still enjoying the fact that they were finally married and they saw nothing else but the eyes of the loved one.

"I love you, Cameron Connor." John whispered and leaned his forehead to Cameron's.

"I love you too, John Connor." Cameron responded in similar voice, before reaching for his lips with her own again.

It took them few minutes to finally come out of the daze and after they did, they turned toward the others, still clinging to each other as if their lives would depend on it.

Sarah finally managed to get the tears under control and she spread her arms longingly towards John. He didn't hesitate. In three quick long steps he reached her and fell into her bear hug. "I love you John! I hope you'll be happy with her." Sarah choked out barely understandable.

"I love you too mom. And I'm definitely going to be happy with her." John answered with strangely restrained voice, fighting fiercely to keep his own tears at bay.

Sarah lifted her head to look at Cameron, still standing where John left her, however loosing herself in Andrea's hug. She saw how the new Mrs. Connor looked at her and motioned for her to come closer.

Cameron wiggled out of Andrea's embrace and stepped to still hugging Sarah and John. Sarah opened one arm and Cameron willingly joined John in the group hug. Even though she wouldn't admit it, it meant very much to her that John's mother accepted her as her son's wife. "Take good care of him. He's a nice boy." Sarah whispered to Cameron.

Cameron nodded: "I will. I'll make anything to make him happy, Sarah!"

Sarah nodded and tightened her embrace for few seconds before finally releasing them out of her arms: "I believe that it's time to celebrate a little. Let's go back to the house to put the proper ending to this ceremony."

John looked at her pensively: "Actually, Cameron and I are going somewhere right now and will be back tomorrow. So, if you don't mind, we would like to celebrate tomorrow evening?"

Cameron, hanging on his arm and looking happier than ever, turned to him and gave him a quizzical stare: "I don't know anything about going somewhere!" Her voice sounded quite questioning.

John turned away from his mother to look into his wife's eyes and grinned at her: "Of course you don't, Cameron. It's supposed to be a surprise, Cameron. Had I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise anymore, agreed?"

"I'm not sure if I like surprises." Cameron stated with clear mischievous undertone.

"Wait a minute!" Sarah raised her hands and her voice. "You mean you two are going somewhere and only you know where? John! That's absolutely unacceptable and you know it!"

"Mom! Stop being such pain in the ass! It's not like we'd be going to the end of the world. We're just going to spend our wedding night alone, away from you people and tomorrow we'll be back." John sighed exasperatedly, but smiled at his mother self-satisfied.

Sarah didn't look convinced, but after giving it a thought, she had to agree that her son was right. Besides, he'd have his bodyguard … err … wife with him to protect him. And she was the best protector he could wish for. Little did Sarah know that there was a machine in this timeline that could theoretically beat Cameron with hands down.

Cameron frowned, but also looked anxious to see what kind of surprise John prepared for her. "John! Are we going far?"

John shook his head: "No, not exactly. However, it's not in the neighborhood either. You'll just have to wait and see. I promise that you won't be disappointed." He gave her a kiss on her cheek. "In fact, I think that you'll enjoy it. At least I hope so."

Sarah shook her head: "It's not nice to leave us right after the wedding, but … OK, it's your day and if you decided to spend it alone, I can't argue with that." She paused and put her hand on John's arm: "Just make sure you'll be careful! Do you hear me?"

John smiled relieved that his mother didn't make more fuss about his plan and nodded: "You know I will. And my wife will be there every second to protect me." It felt strange to call Cameron 'my wife'. Strange, but nice and just the way it was supposed to be.

Cameron nodded resolutely to additionally underline his words: "I will. I won't let anything happen to my husband." She involuntarily smiled as she uttered the words 'my husband'. It was something she never believed to be possible, something she didn't dare to dream about. She, a cybernetic organism from the future was now rightfully wedded wife of the future savior of the mankind. Not only that it was unheard of that a human would marry a cyborg, the fact that they were in the beginning the enemies, she being designed to kill him, stressed the irony of the situation additionally. Suddenly a thought crossed her mind that they just might have found the way of peaceful coexistence of humans and cyborgs. If John and her could find a way to live together and be happy, why wouldn't it be possible also for the others?

Everyone was now standing around the trio and they were already informed about the news that the newlyweds were going to leave them. Some of them made slightly surprised faces, while Tim and Andrea, as well as Brian, just smiled knowingly. They had been informed about John's plans before. In fact, Tim and Andrea actually organized everything.

"Oh well, then I suppose it's time to say good bye for now and prepare everything for a celebration tomorrow." Sarah sighed theatrically but smiled satisfied nevertheless. "Off you two! Don't forget to return tomorrow! We'll be waiting for you with a real party!"

John and Cameron smiled at her and then said their goodbyes to everyone quickly. After few minutes they were already in the car, driving southwards.

"I don't think that I'm dressed correctly, John." Cameron broke the comfortable silence while looking down at her wedding dress that she still had on. She took off the gloves and tiara with the veil, but not the dress.

"Don't worry, Cam. We have our stuff in the trunk and as for your dress …" John's eyes left the road for a few moments and appreciatively glided over Cameron's appearance, "it's just right for your grand entrance. You'll be able to change later. For now … just stay like you are: a stunning, gorgeous wife of a good looking man." He finished with self-satisfied smirk on his lips.

Cameron rolled her eyes and sighed: "Are we being vain, John Connor?"

"Absolutely not, Cameron Connor! We are just stating the obvious." John answered before he began to laugh.

Cameron's lips curled into a bright smile: "You do look dashing husband. That much I have to admit."

"And you're the stunningest bride ever, wife."

"Stunningest isn't even a word." Cameron objected and looked at John with a slight frown, although her eyes were shining brightly at her husband.

"Really? It isn't? Well, then I just made up a new word." John laughed.

"Seriously. Where are we going John? You're not being nice!" Cameron was still eager to get out of John where they were going. She pouted and gave him her best puppy dog look, knowing that it almost always made him weak.

"Oh no, my dearest, you're not going to convince me to tell you. Even your best efforts won't be enough. I'm a man of steel and stone." John straightened and lifted his chin defiantly to show Cameron that he really meant what he said.

Cameron snorted quietly and it caused John to look at her with wide opened eyes and a slight shock written all over his face. She never, NEVER before did something like that. "Well, yes, of course my dearest husband. Man of steel and stone?" She snorted again, this time looking directly into John's eyes.

John kept staring at her and almost forgot that he was driving a car.

"John!"

"Yeah?"

"The road!"

He jerked his head to look at the road, suddenly remembering that they were in the moving vehicle and that he was the one, sitting behind the steering wheel. Just on time, to deftly avoid leaving the paved road for the countryside. "SHIT!"

"No, no shit. It would have been shit if you had driven us off the road." Cameron stated calmly and pointed at the right side of the road. Just few meters from the edge of the road there was a fenced area with few pigs merrily enjoying in the muddy pot, totally ignoring the traffic on the road.

"Literally!" John grinned and sighed relieved that they didn't land in that mud hole.

"I wouldn't appreciate being forced to walk through that mud in my wedding dress." Cameron stated dryly and looked at him with blank face.

"Oh, Cam, don't worry. I would have carried you." John answered in the similar manner, this time making sure that his eyes left the road only for a split second, just to cast a quick glance at contentedly smiling Cameron.

"That's the least you could have done. After all … we would have landed there because of your misjudgment."

"I love you too, Cammy."

Cameron's head jerked towards John and her mouth fell open: "Cammy?"

"Yeah! I was thinking of calling you Cammy from now on. It's nice, it's a nickname and it's …"

"Downright childish!" Cameron finished his sentence with clear indignation in her voice. "I'm not a child, John!" She leaned back in her seat, crossed her arms and huffed.

"I don't think it's childish, Cameron. It sounds really cute to me." John tried to explain, hiding the fact that he came upon this nickname just few moments ago.

Cameron remained silent, but her facial expression slowly softened and after few seconds she turned towards John again: "On second thought … it's not as bad as it seemed. But I'm still not a child!"

"Cameron! I know perfectly that you're not a child and I have to say that I'm extremely glad that you're not!" John wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and grinned mischievously. "Otherwise this whole trip would have no sense. It would actually have meant that we couldn't get married at all."

Cameron gave him a typical 'are you really that dense' look, but her expression softened upon seeing his smiling face. "If you're going to call me Cammy when we're alone … well, I guess I wouldn't object. Too much!" She suddenly got an impish gleam in her eyes: "Maybe you'll have to convince me today?" Her voice sounded all too suggestive for John's taste.

"I have all intentions to do so. Just wait until we're there!"

"I can hardly wait for you to finally start acting instead of just talking!"

TBC