My first AN for this story. This is just a crackfic about when Marcy first got pregnant in my headcanon & what would have happened if Rose had gone against her instinct. The chapters won't be overly long but I'll try to fill them with as much as I possibly can.

Enjoy!

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Mercedes knocked on her sister's door before opening it. "Marcy! Come on! We have to go!"

Mercedes looked around but didn't see her sister anywhere. She heard sounds of water so she went to the tiny bathroom off the side of the large room & pushed open the door.

Marcy was brushing her teeth at the sink. She turned to Mercedes & lifted a brow.

"I just wanted to make sure you were up." Mercedes said.

Marcy spat out toothpaste. "I had morning sickness."

"Isn't that supposed to be gone by now?"

"The OB lady said it goes at different times for women. I could have it up until I give birth."

"That blows." Mercedes watched her rinse her mouth out & put her toothbrush up.

Marcy shrugged. "At least I don't have those other problems they have. & it's just once a day now."

"That's good. We wouldn't want you throwing up during your vows. Mal wouldn't look good in puce."

Marcy grinned. "If I threw up on him, he'd have a heart-attack."

Mercedes laughed. "You should do it. It'd be classic!"

Marcy was actually thinking about it. "Is Daddy & Marc up?"

"Is?"

"Are. My bad. I don't even know where that came from."

Mercedes giggled. "Yes, they're up. We're just waiting on you."

"Well I'm ready." Marcy gestured to her jeans & tee.

"I'll help you with your bags."

"Thanks." They left the bathroom & entered the main room. "What am I even supposed to wear on this honeymoon?"

"I read up on that. Very little." She picked up a suitcase.

"Huh?" Marcy was confused.

"Do you know what people do on a honeymoon?"

Marcy picked up a bag. "Mrs. C says it's just a vacation."

"It is but they do stuff."

"Like going to places?" Marcy waddled out of the room.

Mercedes, who'd picked up the last bag, shook her head. "No. They have sex."

Marcy waited until she was off the stairs before turning around. "No way. We get to have sex again?"

"I think married people have it a lot."

Marcy blushed. "Have you had it yet?"

Mercedes blushed. "N-no."

"Don't you want to?"

Mercedes looked around before pulling Marcy to the living room. "I kinda do & Sonny, Lucy & I have talked about it but I don't know."

"Because I got pregnant?"

"Kind of!"

"Use protection. Jr. & I didn't & that's why we're in this situation."

"Yeah but if we have sex, we'll have to get married. The contract, remember?"

"I usually don't advocate this but… lie."

Mercedes looked aghast. "What?! No!"

"I'm telling you, sex is kind of amazing. Lie."

Mercedes was flabbergasted. "I can't lie!"

"I can't either but there's ways to get around that. Be like the army; don't ask, don't tell."

"I can't believe this. You're always about the truth."

"I'm also about getting what I want & if I didn't get pregnant, no one would have known about me & Jr. having sex but we'd def. have kept doing it."

Mercedes's cheeks burned. "I can't believe we're talking about this!"

"Talking about what?" Marc poked his head in.

"I was telling Mercy about Mal & I having sex." Marcy said with a straight face.

Marc's face turned green. "Ew! Stop that & come on here! We need to go!"

Marcy smirked as he left. "You don't have to lie. Tell a truth."

Mercedes shook her head as she followed them out. Was she the only good one?

W.W.W

"I can't believe we're here for your wedding!" Lucy twirled around the room.

"It's really exciting." Mercedes agreed as she bounced on her knees on the bed. They were currently at the estate of one Michael Chang the second & his model wife, Gertie.

"I don't know why I can't see Mal." Marcy pouted to Jeanette.

"The bride & groom can't see each other before the wedding." Jeanette soothed her. "Now let's get ready for your party."

"Okay." Marcy sighed. She was having a sleepover bachelorette party like in the Princess Diaries 2.

The girls got dressed in pajamas & went downstairs. Cousins & aunts came in droves.

Marcy flew into the arms of her favorite cousin, Karou Seon. "Hi! I missed you!"

"Hi!" Karou squeezed her carefully & released her. "I missed you, too & I'm glad I'm your maid of honor. When I get married, you're going to be mine!"

"Okay!" Marcy could do that.

"Girls! We have the slide up!" An aunt shouted.

"Mattress surfing!" Both yelled before running over.

W.W.W.

Laura adjusted the tiara in Marcy's curly hair. Then she affixed her veil. "There you go. You look so pretty."

"Thank you." Marcy said politely.

"You do look beautiful. For a child bride." Judy adjusted her dress.

Marcy's dress was white with a green inlay & dark green ribbon wrapped under her bust & tied in a bow in the back. It was lace & satin, strapless & dragged behind her. It concealed her stomach completely.

She had a delicate short veil that was passed down from Gertie & the tiara was from her christening. It sparkled with emeralds & diamonds.

She had two piercings in her ears & the second holes winked with diamond studs but her first holes had dangling diamond & emerald chandelier earrings. She wore a diamond tennis bracelet on her wrist & her rosary around her neck.

On her feet were lime-green patent low heeled shoes with white piping & bow above the rounded toe. On her right wrist was a tied cloth bag holding four objects. Her something's old, new, borrowed & blue.

"I don't feel good." Marcy rubbed her protruding belly.

"Do you have to vomit?" Judy asked.

"I think so."

"Then we have to wrap you up." Jeanette looked around for something.

"No, no. It's passing." Marcy continued to rub.

"I think you're just nervous." Laura said. "You have to say your vows in front of thousands of people."

Marcy turned green. "I think I'm going to be sick."

"Stop teasing, Laurie." Judy put the veil down. "You'll be fine, Marcy. Just eat a few crackers & think of Jr. Just Jr."

"That's not helping."

Seven year old Maddie Chang giggled. "Is it time yet?"

Jeanette checked the time. "Yes, it is. Let's go, girls. Places."

Mercedes, Laura, Lucy, cousins India, Patricia, Georgia, Paris & Lana were all bridesmaids while Maddie was the flower girl. They lined up to go to the church.

The cars came for the girls & took them to the church. They went inside & to an antechamber to make sure everything was in place.

"Are we ready?" Judy was nearly vibrating.

"Yes." Jeanette handed out the bouquets. The bride's bouquet was white roses, baby's breath, violets & lilies. "We're going to go sit down & tell them to start."

Jeanette & Judy left.

"I'm so nervous!" Twelve year old Karou jumped around.

Fifteen year old India put her hands on Karou's shoulders. "Calm down, Rou. You just have to walk down the aisle with Jamie. Relax."

Karou blew out a breath. "I hope I don't trip."

"I hope I don't trip." Marcy said.

"You won't." Seventeen year old Georgia shook her head. "You're walking really slowly."

"Don't think of all those people looking at you." Twelve year old Paris (India's youngest sister) put a hand on Marcy's shoulder.

"I really hate you right now." She deadpanned.

Paris giggled.

"I hear it!" Lucy, who'd been at the door, shrieked & flew to the hub. "The song's playing!"

"Okay, follow me." Laura clapped her hands together & they lined up. "Go first, Maddie."

"Me?!" Maddie pointed to herself.

"You're the flower girl." Georgia teased.

"You got this, baby." Marcy told her. "Rock it."

Maddie beamed & marched out. She went down the stairs & out onto the aisle, throwing white rose & yellow tulip petals on the floor.

Laura followed behind. When she got to the base of the stairs, Marc was waiting for her, his braids tight & his suit crisp. They walked down the aisle amidst rumors that they were next.

The girls left one by one, meeting up with a male cousin & walking down the aisle until it was just Karou & Marcy.

"Pretend you're in your room alone & you're dancing." Karou advised. "That's what I do when I'm on stage."

"Thanks." Marcy smiled.

Karou winked before meeting up with nineteen year old Jamie Barnes.

Marcy took deep breaths & acted as if she were alone & dancing in her room. It wasn't working. She started when she felt her father take her arm. "Daddy?"

"Yes, Sweetpea?" Marcus led her down the aisle.

"Is this the right thing?"

Marcus thought about it. "It's the proper thing."

"But is it right?"

"Look at Jr. & you tell me."

Marcy looked down the aisle, where Mal stood in his child suit, looking incredibly adorable. She smiled & her stomach settled.

Marcus smiled at the look of adoration in her eyes. He felt confident that he'd made his point.

Marcy stared at Mal until she reached him then stared more. It would have been awkward if he wasn't looking just as hard.

"Are you ready?" The priest spoke in Japanese. He was an old man & had performed this sort of ritual many times.

Neither Marcy nor Mal responded.

Marcus chuckled. "They're ready."

W.W.W.

The priest closed his parchment. "You may now kiss the bride."

Both Mal & Marcy blushed.

"If you'd have stuck to kissing, you wouldn't be in this situation!" Joey Fabray joked loudly.

Their blushes intensified but Marcy glared at the sixteen year old. "Shut up!"

"It's alright. You can kiss." The priest told them.

Mal shot forward & kissed Marcy on the lips. She broke away & her blush burned brighter.

"I introduce you to Mr. & Mrs. Malcolm Chang!"

W.W.W.

The reception was a giant party with food, dancing & pictures.

Marcy looked at her left ring finger in appreciation. "It's so shiny!"

Mal took her hand & looked it over with an appraising eye. "I'll be glad when I get your engagement ring."

"I told you, I don't need one." She kissed him. "I like the plastic spider ring you gave me when you proposed."

His lips thinned. "I don't. I only gave it to you so you wouldn't have a bare finger. I always planned on having a ring for you."

"Is it going to be shiny? Like this? It doesn't have to be big."

"No, it is. Dad had a rush put on it so I can give it to you within the year."

"I don't know. I don't want it to cost too much." Marcy was a frugal child.

"I promise not to tell you how much it costs if you promise to be happy when I give it to you." He held out his pinky finger.

She twisted hers around his. "Promise."

"Come on, guys! It's time to cut the cake!" Maddie ran over.

Mal took Marcy's hand & led her to the table with the Japanese sweet cakes. "After you, Mrs. Chang."