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Cammie POV

I wake with a start hearing the cries of an unhappy baby. Lifting my face off my desk and unsticking the pages of "In Full Bloom: The Wedding Flower Guide By Season", I realize I must have fallen asleep here. I glance at the clock, which is propped up on another wedding planner guide, seeing the bright numbers of 2:09am and heave a deep sigh. This wedding planning was definitely exhausting.

When I reach Morgan's room she's still wailing and after opening the door I see that she's thrashing all about. However, she seems to still be asleep. She's been doing that a lot more recently. I think she's having nightmares. My guess would be that she's missing Zach. I know I am. He was recruited for a mission that was only supposed to last a week tops. Even though it's only been five days Morgan and I have both been facing withdrawal. Scooping Morgan up I cradle her against my chest and take a seat in the rocking chair. Gently, I rock her back and forth trying not to wake her up and instead trying to morph her nightmare into a peaceful dream.

"Why are you crying Morgy?" I cooed, "Daddy wasn't here for a whole year and a quarter and you never had nightmares like this. So why are you crying now? Well back then I guess you didn't even know he existed. Don't worry sweetheart, Daddy will come back. He will come back." I repeated again more for myself then for her.

Her wailing soon died down into sobs, then to sniffles and in a short time, she was sleeping peacefully again. I relentlessly set her back in her crib and pulled her blanky up around her shoulders so she wouldn't get cold. For a moment I just stand there watching my baby sleep like a cub hibernating during the winter. She's so cute in her purple and pink polka dotted onesie. I took one last look before heading out making sure to close her door gently.

Instead of going to my bedroom to try and get some rest, I had a compelling feeling drawing me back to my office. That feeling was most likely the result of stress and pressure of getting this wedding planning finished and done right. I look at the clock, which reads 2:24am. Well, since I'm awake now I might as well try and do something productive. With that I plopped down on my desk, which was surrounded by just about every wedding book, magazine, and pamphlet you could have. I shuffled a few of them around trying to find my list of all the things I had to do before the wedding. After a few minutes of searching to no avail I took some stacks of magazines and angrily threw them off of the desk. Then remembering the sleeping Morgan I stopped I listen for a few moments. Silence. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and looked back towards the desk. Ah there it is! I pull the sheet of paper out from another stack of books and scan over its contents.

What Must Be and Has Been Done For My Wedding

A List by Cammie Morgan

What Must Be Done:

-Set a date

-Choose a venue and location

-Make invites

-Book a trusted photographer

-Find some type of music for the reception

-Choose flowers

-Book a caterer

-Choose the menu

-Choose a dress, veil, shoes, and accessories.

-Choose bridesmaids dresses

-Find tuxes for groom and groomsmen

-Decorations

-Find a trusted Minister

-Order a cake

- Write vows

What Has Been Done:

-Create a Guest List

-Choose maid of honour and bridesmaids

-Choose flower girl

-Choose best man and groomsmen

-Purchase the wedding rings

And that doesn't even include the Bachelorette party and the honeymoon! I pick up one of the nearest magazines, which is "How to find a Colour Scheme that Matches Your Personality". I skim through it then toss it aside finding it useless. I pick up the next one, "A Simple Guide to Finding the Perfect Music to Match your Wedding Theme". Well as far as I know our wedding doesn't even have a theme. Does it need a theme? Should it be like 80's themed? Ew no that's gross. And as for music do we have to have music? Well I guess people will want to dance but I don't even like to dance and it is my wedding. So should I like hire a band? Or maybe and orchestra? No, definitely not, that would be boring. I'd be fine with just listening to the radio but I don't know if everyone else would be. I take a deep breath. I never knew planning a wedding would be this difficult and stressful.

I reach down and grab another pamphlet about a photography company. On the front was a smiling couple looking beautiful and happy. Why couldn't I be happy? I was suddenly fuming thinking about all of this wedding stuff and decided to tape the picture of this happy couple on my office door. I then pulled out my poisonous darts set from my desk drawer and took two out. I positioned myself and threw the darts one at a time, each of them striking a member of the happy couple in the face.

Just then the doorknob turned and in peeked Zach. If I wasn't so angry I would've been happy and relieved that he made it home from his mission safely, and on a side note how hot he looked with his disheveled hair and stubbled face. He glanced over at the darts, which were still wobbling from the impact. Looked back at me he smirked.

"I guess we're not hiring that photographer."

Urrgh! I was so frusterated right now. He was supposed to be making this better not worse! Giving a big huff I walked over to the window, placed my palms against the windowsill, and looked out into the starry nights depths. After a few moments, I guess Zach caught on to the mood I was in as he came to stand behind me.

"Cam? Is everything okay?"

Now this was the side of Zach I was looking for. This was the side I needed right now.

He gently placed his hands on my lower back and started massaging upwards. He brought his mouth to my ear and started kissing and nibbling it. I let my eyes flutter shut and I became a little weak in the knees from his touch.

"Gallagher Girl?" His voice was a whisper against my skin.

"Hmm"

His hands were now massaging my shoulders as he kissed down my neck.

"What's wrong?"

I just shook my head. These last few days it seems there has been a cloud hanging over my head that just keeps raining down on me. It's not letting me be happy. I still have all of the wedding plans, I'm on bad terms with Macey, I have to take care of Morgan constantly, and Zach was gone. He's back now through so maybe things will get back on track. His hushed voice brought me out of my thoughts.

"You're so tense baby. Why're you stressed?"

I still stayed silent just enjoying this moment here with him.

"C'mon. You can tell me." His warm breath caressed my neck urging me to let my feelings loose.

"It's the wedding."

"What about the wedding?" He said turning me around.

"There's just so much shit that has to be done! Like invites, and photos, and flowers, and food. That's not even most of it. I mean look at this list!" I briefly turned around to find the list and shoved it at him a little too forcefully. He quickly glanced over it while I continued on with my spiel. "Do we want an traditional wedding, an outdoor wedding, a beach wedding? Should we eat steak or seafood? Or neither! Should we get a chocolate cake or a vanilla one? Or maybe it should be some other exotic flavor that Macey had suggested, like Temptation Spice, Raspberry Dream or–"

"Cammie!" He interrupted, "Breathe."

I took a few deep breaths not realizing the hysteria I had worked myself into. He reached out and cupped my face with both of his hands and looked deep into my eyes.

"Cammie, I don't care if we have lilies or roses. I don't care if we get married in a church or in a garden. I don't care if we eat steak or seafood. I don't care if the cake is vanilla or some other extreme flavor. I don't care okay? The only thing I do care about is that I'm marrying you. The love of my life, and that we're promising to spend the rest of our lives happily together."

I smiled. He always knew how to make me feel better. He then reached down and kissed me. It was short and sweet.

"C'mon we should go to bed. It's pretty early."

I let him lead me back to our room with one thought in my head. He always knows the right thing to say and the right thing to do, and that is why I'm marrying him. He's the only reason why it's worth it.

xo Val

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