x-x-x-x

As the night wore on, I couldn't help but pace around our hotel room, our flight wasn't scheduled to leave until mid afternoon but I had so much on my mind that pacing was the only thing that kept me calm. When Carlisle left the hotel room early the next morning to get the paper, I finally figured out an outlet for my pacing, I went online and checked flights, namely flights to Ireland.

When Carlisle came back, a stack of papers in hand I was already looking up flights from Edinburgh to Dublin.

Carlisle looked from me, to the computer and back at me with a look on his face that clearly said 'I'm not sure I want to know'

"Dad," I said carefully "do we need to be back in Forks by tomorrow?" I asked, Carlisle dropped the newspaper stack gently on one of the unused queen beds, nearest the door and rubbed his chin thinking this over.

"No, not exactly I wasn't sure what time frame we would be really looking at so I took a few extra days off. Why do you ask?"

"How difficult do you think it will be to find Liam, Siobhan, and Maggie?"

Carlisle pondered my question for a moment before smiling a somewhat confused smile

"No, it shouldn't be too difficult to find them, they may be nomads, but Liam prefers to stay roughly in the same area at certain times during the year."

"Like geese?" I asked and Carlisle rolled his eyes chuckling a little

"Careful kiddo, that's your future father-in- law,"

I sighed wincing at the idea, I was still not used to the fact that I was engaged

"Don't remind me," I muttered

x-x-x-x-x

Carlisle managed to find a flight that was leaving Edinburgh an hour before our flight home was supposed to go, we landed in Dublin in midafternoon early evening and the sky was overcast and typical Irish weather, cloudy no worry of attracting the sun.. We rented a car and begin the 2 hour drive north. I have been to Ireland once in my life and I was eight years old at the time. My father had a medical conference in Belfast and my mother had gone to France to visit her sister for a sisters' weekend. I remember it was dreary and everyone stared at my father and I as we walked from our hotel to the conference, watching us like we were the enemy.

It was definitely a different feel nowadays, but I still felt uneasy, but that could have been approaching Liam and Siobhan AFTER I had already proposed to Fi, what if they asked when I planned on proposing, I wasn't entirely sure I could lie in that case.

As we drove through the countryside heading to the Irish Clan's usual location, my stomach was twisting twenty different ways something I didn't expect it to be able to do and it reached the point where Carlisle finally pulled the car off to the side and looked at me expectantly.

"Are we there?" I asked and he shook his head

"No, but I want to know what is making you so nervous Chris, you're literally a wreck here. I know Liam comes across as gruff, but it's all show."

"I know." I muttered "I wanted to do this before I asked Fi…but things just kind of snowballed out of control and before I knew it I was down on one knee."

"Ah," my father said finally understanding where I was coming from "I take it you feel you should have asked Liam and Siobhan for their permission before you proposed to Fi?"

"Bingo,"

"I am proud that you thought of that Christian, it is an old fashion notion I suppose, but I do know it is appreciated." He chuckled "After all I have been asked that twice," I stared at my father, that seemed odd to me

"Seriously?" I asked and he nodded

"Yes, both Emmett and Jasper spoke to me away from the family and asked about marriage. It was more of a formality and certainly more of a 'is this appropriate to do' type of formality, but I thought it was honourable to be asked in the first place. And I know Liam and Siobhan will appreciate it as well."

"Even if its after the fact and well basically too late now?"

"No Christian, too late would be you and Fi already being married without their knowledge, this is simply you asking for her hand."

"What if they say no?"

"Why would they say no Chris?" I shrugged "it was not lost on any of us how you Fi are around one another, even Liam saw it. I would expect him to give you a hard time, but it is not out of spite, it is simply out of protection for Fi and in reality, show."

I nodded

"Okay,"

"Feel somewhat better?"

"No, but I'll deal with it, it needs to be done."

x-x-x

A small cottage in the woods served as their home base, a stark difference from most nomads of our kind, but then again more than two in a coven is a rarity in itself. Siobhan must have been the first to sense our approach, because she came outside with a warm smile beaming across her faces. Liam came from around the back looking less than pleased, his expression softened a little when he realized who it was, at least as much as he possibly could. Maggie was the last to emerge and she did so with gusto, as she flew out of the house, a wide grin on her face.

"Chris," she exclaimed "Carlisle, hullo!" She hugged both of us tightly "welcome!"

"Yes friends, welcome," Siobhan greeted, she also hugged us both tight, while Liam gave his usual gruff 'lo,' and a nod. "Is it just the two of you then?" Siobhan asked, looking around. I saw Maggie's shoulders fall a little, she was hoping Fi was with us and who could blame her, she was clearly pleased that her sister had found happiness, but at the same time missed her.

"Yes," Carlisle replied "just a quick trip for Chris and I. We were in Scotland for a few days."

Siobhan accepted this answer and welcomed us inside. The cottage was indeed small and clearly just used for storage, but we all made ourselves comfortable. While Siobhan, Maggie, and Carlisle chatted with small talk Liam and I sat quietly, listening. Well he might have been listening, I personally was going over and over in my mind what I was going to say. It is rare for my mind to be so blank that I can't think of what to say. I'm not saying I always know what to say, but I am by nature a smart ass and I am very proud of my ability to think on my feet with great comebacks. But this was beyond me for some reason I couldn't come up with anything and the words that were coming to mind didn't make sense.

Liam seemed to read my mind, because he kept looking at me expectantly. After a few minutes of this, he finally decided to force my hand, sort of.

"I think the Scot has something ta say," he growled in his usual voice, it was easy to tell that there was no anger or danger, just his typical mannerism, at least for now.

I looked at Carlisle in a desperate attempt for my father to start me off, but I knew it was in vain, this was my task, I couldn't be a kid looking to my father for help on this, I had to man up.

"Liam….Siobhan…" I started "the last few months Fi has been in my life have been the happiest I have felt in a very long time. I know it's an odd concept for our kind and especially given our physical age….but...but I would like to ask you both for permission to marry Fi." I took a deep calming breath and waited for the response, either an explosion or pure joy.

The Irish Clan sat in stunned silence for what felt like hours. And when I say silence I mean silence, no one breathed, no one spoke.

Finally Liam stood up and I studied him carefully, looking for warning signs or reasons to duck. His face was set in its usual stone like expression, but his body language told me another story, he was surprised by my forwardness and the fact that I was asking, but not surprised that I wanted to marry Fi, so I felt no alarm when he exchanged a look with Siobhan before placing a firm hand on my shoulder. Carlisle knows his friend well enough that he wasn't concerned, he was however unsure how I would react, especially knowing how intimidated by Liam I am.

"Lemme have a talk with um," Liam simply said and guided me outside and out of earshot.

I willed my fear to vacate as I did my best to look straight at Liam, the literal idea of 'don't let him know you're afraid.' A few seconds ticked by before Liam finally sighed rubbing his chin.

"So," I said, unsure if I should initiate the conversation

"I suppose this means I'm stuck with ye ain't I?" he grumbled, but there was no malice in his town, no disdain in his expression. All I could do was shrug. "A Scot, an English Scot no less, tha' is jus' my luck." he paused for a second before continuing "I didn't know what to make of you two, but tis no denying you're good for one another. Jus' know this Christian...you're not my firs' choice fer a son-in-law," I felt my shoulders drop a bit "but you're the righ' choice for Fiona, there isn't anyone else I'd rather her be with 'cause I know you'll always be there for her, care for her, and respect her, you were raised right boyo, on both sides. I've seen it with me own eyes and who knows, maybe someday you'll grow on me."

I stared at Liam, dumbfounded, that had almost sounded like an understanding had been reached between Liam and I. It was almost...fatherly of him.

"I promise," I assured him "she'll be safe with me, happy and safe."

"She better be boyo," Liam growled "ever seen an Irish temper?"

I shook my head

"I've seen wounded Scottish pride and what comes from that," I explained and Liam nodded, giving almost a slight smile

"Aye, then you and I are on the same page."

"Aye," I replied

We started walking back to the cottage when the door burst open, both Siobhan and Maggie looked concerned, Carlisle had a look between amusement and slight concern.

"Liam?" Siobhan called accusingly

"What?" Liam replied "the Scot and I came to an understanding

"You...did?"

"Aye as long as you agree I say we let them tie the knot."

"You do?"

The exchange between Liam and Siobhan was almost comical, though clearly from Siobhan's perspective she was just stunned.

"Aye," Liam concluded and I quickly profiled Siobhan, she wasn't disagreeing with Liam, but she was shocked he was giving in, Liam of all people.

"Well, then, if that's the case," Siobhan walked over to me and placed her hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eye "I suppose we have a wedding to plan."

Fi's POV

A week and a half after Chris proposed, I was still floating somewhere on cloud twenty. I had hoped Christian would propose, but I was still surprised, to me in this life things like that just do not happen. But that happy bubble so to speak was being taken over by Alice and Rosalie; Chris's mum and Bella, well I'm sure they had a hand in most of what was going on. It proved Chris' warning, his sisters were scary.

I knew Rosalie liked to be what Chris called showy, and I knew that Alice tried her best to fulfill all of Rosalie's showiness (is that even a word?) I had seen pictures of Bella's wedding and it was beautiful, so I know I shouldn't be worried about Chris's sisters handling my wedding because regardless they will not let it be anything less than beautiful. But in truth, I don't want anything over the top, I want it small with a few exceptions to that. There were a few things that Chris and I would demand full control over, for one thing we wanted this wedding to be as traditional as possible, we would only do this once so it had to be exactly as we wanted. Our plan was to merge two traditions together that represent where we both come from. Chris has his Scottish and English traditions that he refuses to compromise on and I have certain Irish ones I have to keep as a way to remember my family, ones that I knew Liam and Siobhan would also insist. I wondered if Chris was on going to Ireland after Scotland to find Liam and Siobhan, I know he felt guilty about not asking my family before proposing.

Chris had shown me a photo Carlisle had saved for him of his real parents on their wedding day. Chris's mother was beautiful and his father was a mirror of Chris, they were only nineteen at the time five years older than Chris is permanently stuck at, but their faces are so much alike its easy to see they are father and son.

Chris had asked me if I had any objection to matching his father's attire and to be honest I didn't. I know Chris was nervous about how his brothers would react and I know for a fact he was dreading his sisters opinion, but to Chris he wanted his family brought in, he wanted his past to be present at his wedding, which meant Chris was going to wear a kilt. He was keeping this a secret for the most part. Of course his parents knew, I knew because he asked for my permission to do so, and it was impossible to hide it from Edward, but Chris had pleaded with him to keep quiet.

I sighed and carefully erased my train. I had been trying desperately to get it perfect, I had my own dress in mind, but I wanted to copy my cousin's veil and train. I had been a bridesmaid in her wedding when I was thirteen in 1967 and I loved her entire dress. It was as traditional Irish wedding as you could get and it was gorgeous. Even at thirteen I imagined my own wedding to be the same as my cousin's.

I was sketching the dress upstairs in my room. Alice was downstairs awaiting my dress wish list. Her, Rosalie, Esme, and Bella were planning a trip to some bridal dress store in New York City, but first I had to sketch what I wanted. Once my sketch was done, Alice would use her computer program to make a 3D version of my dress that we could bring to the store and show them what I wanted.

Rosalie and Alice said I was allowed to do this because I had my dress in mind and was allowing my future sisters full access to create my wedding, I was given a lot more freedom, apparently more than Bella was given considering she wanted to just elope.

The floorboards on the steps leading up to my room creaked. I looked up quickly and anticipated the knock on the door.

"Fi? Its Rosalie can I come in?"

"Aye," I replied and turned to face her, she smiled warmly as she came in and pulled up a chair near my desk. She looked over my horrible drawing and studied it carefully "I know tis bad." Rosalie looked at me as if I had just cursed

"Fi this is gorgeous!" she exclaimed

"Come on now Rosalie."

"I wouldn't lie to you, this is going to be a beautiful dress. Where did you come up with the design?"

"My older cousin was married and I was in the wedding party, I was a bridesmaid. This isn't an exact copy of her dress but it's similar."

"This is perfect it is all you."

"Really?" I asked softly

"Really, I think it's perfect the way it is, unless you really want to I wouldn't make any more changes to it." I made a face and she looked at me "Fi what?"

"The train I don't like it, I've been trying to get it right for the past hour and it just won't come out."

"Did you want a long train or a short one?"

"My cousin's was long, but I don't want mine to be." I took the pencil and the paper from Rosalie. Our memory is very precise, but its only memories that occur once we become a vampire are the strongest. The further we get from our human life the less we remember about our human life. Amazingly though memories of my cousins dress came flooding back to me, including her train how it billowed out around her dress. Quickly I sketched what I remembered before it disappeared.

Rosalie smiled and nodded

"Come on Fi, let's see what this looks like in 3D." She finished grabbing my hand and dragged me downstairs.

As we headed down, I wondered how Chris was making out. It felt strange being so far away from him it had only been a few days since him and Dr. Cullen left for Scotland, but I missed my fiancé. But knowing I don't want him to see my dress, I know he doesn't want me to see what exactly what he will be wearing.

x-x-x

My body began shaking the minute the car pulled up in front of the large store. I felt an arm reach around my shoulder and hug me tight. It was Esme, Chris's mum, she smiled at me gently and kissed my forehead.

"It will be fine sweetie." She said softly, I felt a hand slip into mine as Alice comforted me, giving me a reassuring grin.

"Esme's right, you'll be fine. They think we're some multi-billionaire family, they've cleared out the store of customers and unnecessary staff at our request."

"That…that must have been" I started to say, but let my voice trail off. I knew the Cullens were wealthy, they lived as normal humans and with that came access to unlimited funds. I knew that Dr. Cullen was known for being financially well off and his reputation for being so proceeded anyone with a connection to the Cullen clan.

Even so, I felt a little uncomfortable with the situation. For one thing I wasn't sure how the salespeople would take me. I looked about fifteen maybe sixteen tops. Chris's sisters had done their best to make me look older for this visit, according to Alice at least I looked like I was just pushing eighteen, and even that's pushing it. But as I've learned, when you wave money in front of people they will accept anything. It's sad, but true. The other reason for my discomfort was actually nerves. This was the first time I was somewhere with people without Chris. In this environment, I trust his family, who had quickly and easily become my family, but at the same time my nerves were out of control so much I doubted even Jasper could have sorted through them.

As if she sensed my uneasiness, Rose reached into her purse and extracted the original sketch and the printed design for my dress, she held it up to me and used that as a way to ease my worry, helping me focus. Alice had printed out my dress. After I had finished sketching it, Alice had scanned my sketch into her fashion design computer and was actually able to have a 3D image of my dress on screen. She printed it out and brought it with us, hoping that the people at the famous dress shop would have a dress that was as close to my design as possible.

The store was quiet and the staff that was on hand seemed to be hanging back as we entered, save for one woman who greeted us. Her quick examination of the family had her eyes immediately landing on Rose, assuming she was the bride in question.

"Now, may I ask who is they lucky bride?" she asked, her voice was not what I had expected, she was actually gentle and warm, like she really just wanted to help. She was however still looking at Rose expectantly as Rose placed a hand on my shoulder

"My sister, Fiona"

The saleswoman had to do a double take when she spotted me and her suspicion was not lost on any of us.

"You my dear?" she asked, I didn't need Chris' ability to profile to read her reaction, she wasn't sure how to take me, but was too polite to really ask. "You are so young,"

"Believe it or not," Alice spoke up as bubbly as could be "she's nineteen,"

"Are you really?" the saleswoman asked me and I nodded, trying to match Alice's enthusiasm, but I knew that was impossible, but I was able to at least look convincing when I answered, I also made myself sound more American. It was something I practiced many times when I was younger, I dreamed of visiting the United States and walking down the Avenue of Stars in Hollywood, so when I was all by myself in my room, especially as a little kid I would pretend I was doing just that, walking the red carpet into the Chinese Theater, my adoring fans (IE my teddy bears and dolls) cheering me on, asking for autographs, and snapping my picture. But that's beside the point, I know I can pull off an American accent and just hoped I was able to calm myself down enough to try.

"Yes, I promise I am,"

"Everyone always thinks she's younger than she really is," Rose explained

"Well I do apologize for my reaction ladies." The saleswoman replied, recovering her surprise "my name is Karen and it is my job to make sure you find the perfect dress for your perfect day." She paused and looked me over for a moment, smiling "now come with me, family you may follow, now it was Fiona yes?"

"Ye…Yes" I stumbled, I couldn't believe how nervous I was, I'm sure that my heart would have been buzzing at this point and I would have been shaking like a leaf, if any of that could still occur.

Even as a human I was never good with meeting new people, in any circumstances, my mother was convinced I just needed some pushing to get out of my shell and would do all she could to help me with that, she hated when I referred to myself as shy or my father and sister did, she refused to let that be an excuse, the problem was, I was like my dad, quiet, laidback, and shy, while my older sister was more like our mother, outgoing, loved meeting new people, and certainly not shy in the least.

Before the Cullen family my interaction with humans had been very slim and less than pleasant for the human of course, so there was never an opportunity for my shyness to resurface. In this situation however, it easily came back to me…just as easily as holding and playing the violin had. The Cullens did their best to appear human, I knew I had to follow suit which I was eager to do. I was not however thrilled for my old friend to rejoin me, I was hoping that my shyness would have ended when my heart ceased to beat.

Apparently not.

"That is such a beautiful name," Karen spoke up bringing me back to the present "well than Fiona, I want you to do your best to describe a few things to me, now what is your fiancé's name?"

"Christian," I replied, my shyness may have been present, but Karen was easy to speak to and I was beginning to feel somewhat comfortable with her…but I knew it helped that my new family was right there, encouraging me.

"Lovely, and how did you meet?"

I panicked for a quick second, easily remembering the first time I met Chris and how I had felt when I saw him, but that was not only difficult to put into words in a normal sense, but impossible in this instance. I couldn't very well say that that the Vampire World's version of the royal family was coming to lay down judgement on Chris' family and my family had been asked by Carlisle and Esme to act as witnesses regarding Nessie, and Chris and I had met when he returned from gathering his own witnesses.

"M…mutual friends," I finally settled on "we met at a ge…" I paused, no not get together, party, party was the right word "a party for some mutual friends." There, that was pretty close to the truth without revealing too much or lying too much and…that was actually how my sister met her boyfriend, well her fiancé. They met at a mutual friend's birthday party and at sixteen were in love.

"Oh, love at first sight?" Karen swooned a little and I nodded "how special is that," she paused "and when is the special day?"

Chris and I had talked it over several times and had both agreed the Fall was the time for us, we both love the Fall season and both of us could picture how the wedding would be set up for a Fall theme, Chris had even come up with a perfect idea for his niece Nessie's role during the wedding, which I loved.

The exact date hadn't really mattered at first, but as we talked the date that kept coming up as a special number for both of us, for some reason was the fifteenth, so we had agreed that we would be married on October 15th.

When I told Karen the date she was giddy with excitement and I was taken aback for a moment

"Oh a fall wedding, how delightful, I told my husband time and time again, that I wanted to have our wedding not only in the Fall, but in New Hampshire with all the leaves falling around us, have you been to New Hampshire?" I shook my head "oh you must go at some point my dear it is such a beautiful state and in the fall it is pristine with the leaves changing color. So yes…I do believe we have several dresses for that occasion." She paused, noticing the paper in Rose's hand "oh do you have some ideas in mind?"

"Sort of," I spoke up "I s…sketched this out earlier and my sister has a program on her computer to…" my voice trailed off the whole family had been taking turns teaching me computers and such, but I was still unsure of what things were called, so I wasn't entirely sure what Alice had done to turn my sketch 3D,

"Oh this is beautifully designed, and you sketched this yourself?" Karen asked and I nodded shyly "You have a talent young lady perhaps a career in fashion may be in your future." Before I could answer, Karen brought me towards the back of the shop, she gestured for my future family to make themselves comfortable on the couches and sofas while she escorted me into a large dressing room. "Now I'll go pull some items that are very close to this design, you make yourself comfortable please."

I watched as Karen left the dressing room and the moment she was gone I took a deep calming breath, I felt like I hadn't breathed since walking into the store. I wasn't feeling thirsty or anything, my nerves were too strong for that to impact me. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this, I was actually standing in a bridal shop in New York City of all places about to try on wedding dresses, while my fiancé was somewhere in England with his own wedding agenda.

I laughed quietly to myself at the word…fiancé, I was engaged, engaged to the sweetest, funniest, and most perfect match. His family had accepted me quickly as one of their own and in turn I had accepted their way of life easily. Did I miss Siobhan, Liam, and Maggie? Of course, I also felt a twinge of pity…maybe guilt regarding my sister Maggie, after all I was not only younger than her in every sense of the word, but I was shyer as well. Why should I be lucky enough to find my one while my sister who has been in this life longer is still searching?

The door opening startled me a little, granted I should have sensed her coming, but I was so deep in though I didn't hear or smell Karen walking down the hall, nor did I hear the swooshing noise of the dresses she had carefully laid in her arms.

"Now, please don't take offense Fiona," Karen explained "but you are such a petit little thing that these dresses are going to be slightly large on you, however I promise our alteration department is the best in the world and will have no problem fitting these to you. I promise whichever dress you pick will be perfect for you on your perfect day."

x-x-x

Chris

"Ok, well how about this one?" I pressed play on my ipod as yet another song blasted out of my speakers, this time it was Aerosmith's Don't want to miss a thing, it's a good song, but I wasn't sure it would be a good first dance song…or if Fi would agree, however Fi made that decision with a face as she shook her head, "we should just play another one bites the dust that seems to be the direction we're heading." I sighed "that's what the fiftieth song?"

"Who would have ever thought that the most difficult thing we would do with this wedding was pick out our first dance." Fi replied

"I don't know getting up the nerves to talk to Liam was pretty difficult on my part," I shot back and Fi gave me a gentle shove

"Oh I'm sure it was not that bad,"

"Right, keep telling yourself that. He still terrifies me." I paused and grinned "and how was dress shopping with my sisters?"

"It was fun," Fi answered smartly and I gave her a look "okay it was a little nerve-wracking." She paused "but not because of your sisters. You are just chicken when it comes to them."

"For good reason," I nodded towards my closet "more than ninety percent of the clothes that are in that closet were forced on me by my sisters. Trust me they're terrifying."

"To you maybe. I was more nervous about the saleslady at the store, but even she was nice and made it less intimidating."

I nodded, figuring she probably won that round. I know it couldn't have been easy to go to one of the biggest cities in the world and go shopping. Not that I have any doubt about Fi's control, more along the lines of Fi's panic threshold. But from what I've heard from her and from my sisters and Esme, she not only did fine, but she actually came out of her shell with the whole thing.

"Do you think all couples have this problem?" I whispered. Fi giggled and leaned over to kiss my cheek. It was about two months after our separate trips. My kilt was hung up and ready to go safely in Esme's closet, while Fi's wedding dress which her and Rose flew to New York to pick up was stored in Bella's closet in the cottage.

We had been slowly moving through most of the aspects of our wedding, which was fast approaching, and I felt pretty confident that we were in good shape, but one particular piece was driving us both mad and it really should have been one of the simpler decisions; the song for our first dance.

We had both agreed to go as traditional as possible with this wedding and the first dance was an important part, we just couldn't figure out the bloody song and we were running out of options.

"I'll bet most do," she paused and got this laughing look in her eyes "but I find it hard to believe that Rosalie and Emmett had this much trouble, there couldn't have been many choices for them way back then."

"Hey are you calling them old?" Fi ducked her head a little "because you're not far off," I added and the pair of us burst out laughing. I took a deep breath as our laughter faded out, "but on a serious note, most couples probably don't have this much trouble. I mean typically don't they pick the song that means the most to them?"

Fi shrugged

"I suppose, so what song means the most to us?" she asked her voice serious and all trace of humour gone.

"That's the thing I don't know, we're not a typical couple, we didn't meet in high school or college or at some party. I think and I may be wrong on this, but I think most people pick a song that had some significance to either when they met or what was going on when they met." I sighed and pushed my bangs back "we don't have that." Fi's shoulders dropped a little, "but that's not to say we don't have a song, it's just going to take a little investigating to find it, like a mystery."

Fi nodded

"I suppose we really need to figure this madness out. The wedding is in less than three weeks."

"Yeah, an' if we don't pick something, Edward will do it for us and believe me I do not want to our firs' dance to be one of his ruddy classical pieces."

"Speaking of a shortened time period." I raised an eyebrow "Maggie still doesn't know that she's paired with Seth."

"Bloody hell." I muttered "I think waiting till the rehearsal dinner the night before the wedding is probably a bad idea."

"Aye," Fi answered

"Ok, one crisis at a time." I lifted the lid to my laptop and went online

"What are you doing?"

"Googling wedding songs."

"Tsk tsk." I heard from the stairway, Alice, Rosalie, and Bella stood there, with grins on their faces that could only be described as plotting "so young and so naïve." Alice said as sweetly as she could

"What do you want girls?" I asked

"Christian, Christian, Christian. We've known the perfect song for you two since day one." Rosalie replied, producing a CD from her pocket. I exchanged a look with Fi and both of us mouthed 'uh oh' and grinned.

Rosalie popped the CD in and pressed play. The song that came from the speakers had me glaring at my sisters for a second or so, its beat was reminiscent of the 90s when I had been subjected to N-sync, Backstreetboys, etc. But then the lyrics started and I couldn't believe what I was hearing, it was like the moment I had first seen Fi had been written into a song, like this song was written for us:

Maybe its intuition, some things you just you just don't question, like in your eyes I see my future in an instant and there it goes, I think found my best friend, I know it may sound more then a little crazy, but I believe, I knew I loved you before I met you, I think I dreamed you into life. I knew I loved you before I met you I have been waiting all my life.

There's just no rhyme or reason, only the sense of completion, and in your eyes I see the missing pieces searching for I think I found my way home.

I know it may sound more then a little crazy, but I believe, I knew I loved you before I met you, I think I dreamed you into life I knew I loved you before I met you I have been waiting all my life.

I found some angels dance around you I am complete now that I found you. I knew I loved you before I met you, I think I dreamed you into life I knew I loved you before I met you I have been waiting all my life.

I stared at the radio, dumbfounded as the song faded off. I heard my sisters giggle and felt Fi's hand slip into mine, her eyes were sparkling and she nodded, squeezing my hand, I gave her a nod as well, no words were necessary, we easily agreed on the song, it was perfect.

"Well?" Bella asked

"Guys…this is…I don't know what to say…" I stuttered. The girls looked at each other and grinned victoriously

"I think we have finally left our brother speechless." Alice sang

"Had to happen eventually. Only took sixty plus years." Rosalie added. Bella wandered over to my desk and picked up a CD

"What is with the folk music?" she asked gently, holding the CD up and I grinned,

"That's for our Caili dance," I explained I stood up and held out my hand to Fi pulling her to her feet.

"Caili dance?" Bella asked a look of confusion on her face, she looked at Rosalie and Alice for an explanation but the pair of them seemed just as dumbfounded.

"It's a traditional dance in both Ireland and Scotland." I replied kissing Fi's hand, before walking over to Bella and taking the CD. I put it in my CD player and went to the correct track.

"One of the few traditions that transcends both Ireland and Scotland with ease." Fi added

"it's a tradition to dance a clans dance, especially if its two separate clans coming together as one with a marriage. For Fi and I its not just two clans coming together, its two different times, different cultures, different ethnicity, even a different language when you really think about it. Our two dances are very different, yet similar in step and music." I shuffled a bit, as the music came on, a slow Celtic jig with the hint of a violin and a piano just started to hit its chords. "You start out separate, dancing your own style as the song begins, then you get closer and closer to each other as the song continues, blending together slowly…and"

"by the height of the song." Fi continued, she reached out and we put our hands together, palm to palm slowly dancing in a circle, never once letting go

"You're together, as it should be. Together as one, with different histories, different families, different clans, bu' now as one."

Fi and I leaned close, and kissed

"one family, one clan…" she finished as we hugged each other tight. "It's our traditional piece," Fi grinned "with a surprise."

"What surprise?" my sisters all asked at once, but Fi and I pretended we couldn't hear them, it was a surprise that only two other people in the family knew about and I planned on keeping it that way until the wedding.

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