Okay so, sorry I haven't updated in a few days, but I'm back now! Reminder: after this one there is one more. But that's it. Enjoy & please review! :)

Beck was pacing back and forth in the small dressing room while he waited for André to return from wherever it was he had gone to. Beck was a complete mess. Today was the day he'd been dreaming of for so long, and now that it was here, he didn't know what to do with himself. He was a mix of so many different emotions at the moment. Excitement, fear, confusion, but most of all, complete and utter joy.

In less than an hour, he would be marrying the love of his life, Cat Valentine. They were going to be Mr. and Mrs. Oliver. They were about to start a brand new life together, and Beck couldn't be happier. He knew he should only be feeling happy now, but he wasn't. He was scared to death of what he was about to do. He loved Cat more than anything, but was he ready for marriage? Was he ready to be the wonderful husband that she deserved. He was only twenty-two. He was about to finish his Senior year in college, but that didn't mean that he was ready to get married and start a family. He didn't know anything about buying a house or raising kids, but he would have to learn eventually. Cat made it very clear that she wanted kids, lots of them. Beck felt like an elephant was sitting on his chest. He was getting incredibly hot, and the room was starting to spin. Was he having a panic attack? He hoped not, that was the last thing he needed to happen on his wedding day. What if Cat thought it meant he didn't want to marry her? That certainly wasn't the case. Beck was the one who had proposed to her after four years of dating. He went along to every meeting Cat planned with the wedding organizer. He went to check out every venue that Cat was considering. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Cat, he was just scared.

André came into the room dressed sharply in a tux, and his dreads were pulled back into a ponytail. Beck ran over to him and put his hands onto his shoulders.

"Where's Cat?" he asked.

"What?"

"Where's Cat" he asked again, "I need to see her."

"But-"

"I need to see her André!" Beck shouted, feeling more and more desperate to see his future wife. He knew if he could just see those chocolate-brown eyes and dimples one time, everything would be okay. André sighed.

"Cat's gonna hate me for telling you."

"But…?"

"When you walk out the room, take a left, then walk down the hall some and it's the third door on the right."

"Thanks man," Beck said before running out of the room. Once he found the girl's dressing room door he pounded on it. He was getting more and more impatient with each passing second.

Tori was the one who opened the door. She only opened it a crack and stuck her head out. She squinted her eyes at Beck.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"Who is it?" Beck heard Cat yell from somewhere in the room. He tried to push through the door, but Tori pushed back. Beck didn't want to start anything, so he just stood in the hallway.

"May I please talk to Cat?" he asked, trying to sound calm.

"Who is it Tori?" Cat yelled again. Tori looked conflicted, then eventually sighed and hung her head.

"She's gonna hate me for this," she said before stepping back and opening the door all the way. Beck rushed in and began searching the room for Cat. He saw her sitting in front of a mirror while she applied what was probably the finishing touches on her makeup. She was wearing a light pink robe, but Beck could see her white gown still, since it was much longer than the robe. Cat's hair had been pulled back into a half-up, half-down hairstyle, and white flowers had been placed at the back of her head, and a small tiara sat atop her red hair. She looked beautiful as always.

"Cat," Beck said, reaching out towards her. She spun around in her seat, and gasped when she saw him.

"Beck! What are you doing in here?" She demanded, standing up. Her robe fell down, exposing her full dress: a sleeveless gown that went all the way down to the floor. The top of her dress was snug, but the bottom flowed like a gown a princess might wear in a movie. She looked down and gasped again, attempting to cover herself up, to no avail.

"Don't look at me!" she screamed. "It's bad luck!"

"Cat, you don't really believe that do you?" She shrugged.

"I don't know, but I'm not taking any chances." she placed her hand over Beck's eyes. "So don't look."

"Aw, but Cat," he began, but she cut him off.

"No! Now, why are you in here?"

"I just needed to see you." Cat didn't say anything for a while, but eventually dropped her hand and smiled at her husband-to-be.

"Are you freaking out as much as I am?" she asked quietly, her voice hoarse. Beck just nodded, and she threw her arms around him. "Oh, Beck. I know everything's gonna be alright Okay?" she looked up at him and batted her eyelashes like she usually did when she tried to cheer him up. It worked.

"Okay." Cat took a few steps back and twisted her mouth to the side, like she was in deep thought.

"Well," she said, "Since you're here and you've already seen me…" she held out her arms and spun around. "How do I look?" Beck grabbed her hand and twirled her around again, taking in her appearance. He grabbed her other hand, and intertwined their fingers.

"You look beautiful. You always have, and you always will."

"Do you, Caterina Valentine, take Beck Oliver to be your lawfully wedded husband, for better or for worse, through sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?" the preacher asked. Cat smiled up at Beck with tears in her eyes. Beck himself was finding it hard not to tear up. All the nerves and fears he'd had before were completely gone. All that mattered was then and now. They stood before the preacher, in front of all of their friends and family, smiling at each other with nothing but love in their eyes as they held each other's hands.

"I do."

The preacher turned to face Beck.

"And do you, Beckett Oliver, take Caterina Valentine to be your lawfully wedded wife, for better or for worse, through sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"

"I do," he said as soon as the preacher finished, causing a few people to laugh, including Cat and the minister.

"Well then, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Beck pulled her close to him, then placed a hand behind her head and dipped her down. She squealed in delight, then reached up and cupped his cheek. Beck didn't waste another minute. He leaned in and kissed his new bride. Mrs. Cat Oliver. That was going to take some getting used to, but Beck didn't mind. All he could think about was how soft her lips were as they were pressed against his own.

After a few moments they pulled apart and Beck helped her stand up straight. The audience began to applaud as the music began to play. Beck grabbed Cat's hand, then nodded his head towards André who was standing beside him. He saw Cat smiling at Tori, who was on the other side of her. Beck's eyes scanned the crowd. He saw Sinjin sitting next to Trina in the second row. His usually curly hair had been slicked back, and his glasses were gone. Robbie was sitting next to him, with his arm around Sinjin's sister Courtney, who was smiling and rubbing her extremely round belly. She was due next month.

Jade was sitting a couple rows behind them, with some guy Beck had never seen before. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes, and many facial piercings. He was wearing black, just like Jade was, whose now light brown hair had been curled and pulled back into a low ponytail. She gave him a small smile, which he returned. My, how things have changed since high school.

Beck and Cat began walking down the aisle, both smiling identical ear to ear smiles. They stood by the limo, but didn't get in, because they still had pictures to take. They watched as the rest of the wedding party came over to join them, then waited for everyone else to leave the venue.

"And now Mr. and Mrs. Oliver will have their first dance as husband and wife!"

The crowd applauded as Beck lead Cat out to the middle of the ballroom dance floor. He placed his hands around her waist, she put her hands on his shoulders, and they began swaying along to the music. He noticed her eyes were red and shining with tears.

"Are you crying?" he asked her. She nodded.

"Yeah." she groaned. "I'm probably going to mess up my makeup."

"It doesn't matter," Beck said, "You'll still look beautiful." He leaned in and kissed her as the song came to an end. Everyone clapped again, then a fast song came on. André got up, grabbed Tori's hand, and walked out onto the dance floor and joined Beck and Cat.

"Alright guys!" he yelled, raising his and Tori's hand. Beck noticed something shining on Tori's finger. "It's time to party!" Everyone began swarming the dance floor, but Beck pulled André back. Cat held onto his hand still, and waited patiently.

"Hey André," he said, "was that a ring I saw on Tori's hand?" André just grinned widely and nodded his head.

"It's been there since last Friday.."

"Congrats man."

Cat screamed, and began jumping up and down.

"Oh my gosh you and Tori are engaged?" she shouted. André just nodded again, still smiling. Cat let go of Beck's hand and ran to Tori, nearly knocking her over with a hug. Beck just laughed as he and André watched their significant others celebrating. Cat stopped jumping and looked at Beck, giving him a flirty smile and motioning for him to come over to where she was. He glanced over at André.

"I'll catch up with you later. Looks like my wife wants me." André laughed.

"Alright, cool. I'll just go see what my fiancé is up to."