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(At the hospital) 8:00 pm

Jeff and I rush into the waiting room, hurrying to find Gil. We find him sitting down next to one of the doctors, who is telling him something. As soon as the doctor leaves, Jeff and I rush over to Gil. "What happened Gil?" I ask softly, kneeling down next to him.

Instantly Gil helped me back on to my feet. "Don't kneel down, it'll be bad for the baby," he said gruffly.

"My safety's not important, Matt's is. He's hurt Gil, I know it. Please tell me what's wrong." Gil looks up at my words and gives a soft smile.

"Don't worry, little lady," he said. "Matthew's gonna be just fine. The doctor said that he smacked that tree pretty good. He only has a bump on his head and a sore body. He's resting now and he'll be fine in the morning."

I sigh, relieved. "That's good. Is he gonna be released tomorrow?" I ask.

Gil nods. "Yup. First thing tomorrow I'm comin' here to pick up my boy. You can stay home and rest."

"No. I wanna be there for Matt. He got hurt because of me and I'm gonna be here to take care of my fiancé."

"Okay, if you're sure…"

"Positive."

"Okay. We can go in to see him in the morning. Take her home, Jeffrey." Jeff nods, and with that, the three of us head out to our respective homes.

Jeff takes me home in his car. As he walks me back to Matt's house, I turn to him.

"Thanks."

He looks at me, confused. "Thanks? For what?"

"For letting me know about Matt. If you hadn't gotten me to open the door, we would've still been out here arguing." I give him a hug and he stiffens up.

He just stands on the doorstep as I hug him, then he pulls away. He can see the grateful tears in my eyes, and he looks like he was angry with himself. "Yeah," he says, walking away. "No problem. Anytime. Well, uh, goodnight." He walks off into the night quickly.

"Night," I call back and I close and lock the door. As I go back into the kitchen, I notice my plate of leftovers still on the table. I pick it up, put it in the fridge, and go to bed, thinking (oddly) of Jeffrey Nero Hardy.

(Next day) 9:00 am

"Hi, Matty!" I squeal, and then cover my mouth as my fiancé winces slightly. "Sorry dear."

"It's okay," Matt says, sitting up. "What time is it?"

"Nine AM," said Jeff, checking the clock by his brother's bed.

"What in the world happened?" he then asked, rubbing his head. "I got a bump on the noggin, and my head feels like I've had a hangover for a week."

"Well…I guess you did bump your head," I say.

"Oh yeah. Now I remember what happened! You ran--well waddled off away from Dad's house. You looked upset so I followed you make sure you were okay. You were going pretty fast and I didn't want to frighten you, so I slowed down, but then I started running and then I ran face first into a tree. Now I'm waking up to a bunch of people in my hospital room," Matt explained.

"Awwwww," I coo. "You got hurt for me? You're so sweet. I'm okay now. It's you who needs to be taken care of. Starting… NOW!" The doctor signs his release papers and we take Matt home and I take good care of my fiancé (in more ways than one…)

(December 31st, 2000) 11:50 pm

It's ten minutes to midnight. It's freezing fucking cold, and it's my wedding night. Not that wedding night, I'm getting MARRIED tonight. For me, nervous is an understatement. I'm a bundle of nerves, and my dress is probably barely hanging over my belly (which has grown the size of almost two watermelons thanks to Southern cooking), and I am seriously on edge.

I'm pacing up and down the floor in my future father-in-law's home and my mom is following me, trying to fix my veil.

"KRYS! Stay still! How do you expect me to fix your veil if you keep moving around!" my mom shouts.

I stop. "Sorry mom. I'm not really ready to get married. I mean, I am, but--I'M FUCKIN' NERVOUS!"

Just then, Amy, Mindy, and Torrie come jogging inside, in heels and bridesmaids gowns. "Ready?" Amy asks.

"No. I'm scared."

"Don't worry," Torrie says, helping my mom finish my veil. "When I married Billy, I was scared too. All you have to do is walk, smile, and say, 'I do'. It's that simple and boom--you're married."

"Thanks. I really needed that. WHERE'S THE MAID OF HONOR!" I shriek. Ali pokes her head in.

"Someone call me?"

"YES! I need you guys in line out there! Don't scare me any more. If you do, I'll probably faint."

"Roger." Ali and the others go out to the organ music. I take a deep breath as the wedding march starts to play. I take another deep breath and start to make my way out.