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Chapter 7

(The Attic)

"You want us to get married?" Will asked, his eyes bulging out of their sockets.

"Yeah, you got the girl pregnant; now getting married is the noble thing to do." Frank smiled.

"I can't marry Phoebe," Will stated.

"And why not?" Helen asked.

"Because…she's…she's…" Will stammered.

"What Will is so eloquently trying to say is: we're too young to get married." Phoebe clarified. "We've thought about marriage before, but we always thought that it would be a few years from now."

"You guys aren't too young to be married," Franks patted Will on the back. "Way back when, a long time ago, kids used to get married at fourteen. You guys are ancient compared to them."

"We're only seventeen." Will stated.

"You only have to be sixteen and have your parents' permission to get married. You two have our blessing all the way." Helen hugged them tightly.

"So what do you say son, are you going to do the right thing?" Frank eyed Will.

"Well I…" Will stammered before giving in and falling to one knee. "Phoebe, will you marry me and make our family whole?"

"I…I wi…Yes." Phoebe finally answered.

"Great," Frank answered. "Tomorrow you guys will be married."

"Tomorrow?" Will and Phoebe asked.

"We thought it would be best if you guys did this as quickly as possible." Frank told them. "I hope you don't mind, Helen and I already took the pleasure in telling the other children and making the wedding arrangements."

"Great," Will answered.

(Living Room --- Later)

"What if they actually go through with it?" Helen asked.

"No way is that going to happen," Frank answered her.

"And what if it does?"

"Trust me, it won't."

(The Attic)

"So, what are you guys going to do?" Christina asked.

"We're not going to back down." Will stated. "There is no way they will actually let us get married."

"I must say," Phoebe stated. "I have to agree with you on this one. There is no way they would let us get married.

"But what if they do?" Dylan asked.

"They won't." Will snapped.

(Church alter)

"I can't believe they haven't said anything yet." Will whispered.

"Neither can I," Dylan answered back.

"I can't believe I'm going to have to marry Phoebe."

(Church dressing room)

"Why haven't they said anything yet?" Phoebe asked impatiently.

"I don't know," Christina answered. "I thought they would have."

"Are you ready to go?" Frank asked, knocking on the door. "I know I'm ready to walk you down the aisle."

"As ready as I will be," Phoebe answered, opening the door and grabbing Frank's arm.