Wanda and Fuzzy II

Chapter 13: Dresses And Flowers And Tuxedos, Oh My!

By

The Uncanny R-Man

Disclaimer- All familiar characters belong to Marvel.

Quote of the day- 'Would you mind not farting while I'm saving the world?'

Bayville-

Van Dyne's Boutique was a rather exclusive store that mostly catered for blushing brides looking for the most beautiful wedding dresses around. The store was one of a large chain of boutiques owned by Janet van Dyne, a world-famous fashion designer, aka the heroic Wasp. It was here that Kitty Pryde had dragged Wanda to. The spunky mutant wouldn't dare contemplate the bride-to-be getting an off-the-rack wedding dress. It had to be designed by one of the most famous designers in New York.

Kitty had already phoned ahead and given Ms Van Dyne a few designs that she had drawn up herself.

Wanda tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for Ms Van Dyne to return from the back of the store with her freshly made dress.

'Omigod! You're gonna love this dress!' Kitty squealed excitedly. 'Most people would like, give an arm and a leg to have a Van Dyne dress for their wedding!'

'I think I'd rather lose an arm and a leg than stand here all day.' Wanda sulked. 'I've got a baby to look after!'

'Which is why we left her with Mystique.' Jean piped up. 'TJ Junior needs to spend some time with her grandmother.'

Wanda just grumbled under her breath and plonked herself down on a nearby chair.

'Can we get this over with already? I've got better things to do. Like jab myself in the eye with a rusty spike.'

'Aww, you're just getting nervous.' Kitty giggled. 'Just wait until your big day comes. You'll soon change your tune.'

'There's something seriously wrong with you, Kitty.' Wanda grumbled. 'It's scientifically impossible for somebody to be this perky.'

'I'm just excited, is all.' Kitty clapped her hands eagerly. 'I can't like, wait until I get married!'

'Poor, poor, Colossus...' Wanda grimaced in sympathy.

Meanwhile-

Elsewhere in the fair city of Bayville, Kurt Wagner was being fitted for his wedding suit. Professor X knew a tailor in the city that was a mutant. If Kurt went to any regular tailor's to get fitted for a suit without his image inducer, it would have inevitably caused a scene.

The tailor was a grey-skinned man with a thinning patch of black hair on his head. His name was Joseph Suitor. Due to Joseph's rather amusing name, his tailor shop was called 'Suitor's Suits'.

Kurt was standing on a stool as Mr Suitor measured him up. Scott was looking through a book of material samples.

'I quite like the blue stuff.' Scott told the fuzzy blue mutant as he ran his fingers over one of the samples. 'Why don't you have a suit made out of this?'

'One zhing, Scott...' Kurt told his friend. 'I am blue! If I vear a blue suit, it'll look like I'm naked!'

'I doubt Wanda would see anything bad about that.' Scott smirked.

Kurt shot his best man with a glare and looked over at Mr Suitor.

'I'll have ze black satin, please.'

'Very good.' Mr Suitor nodded in understanding. 'Fabulous choice, sir. I'm sure that the lucky lady in your life will love your new suit.'

'She'd better...' Kurt muttered. 'I'm paying enough for it.'

'Don't you mean that the Professor's paying enough?' Scott corrected the fuzzy elf. 'We are using his credit card, after all.'

'Details, details.' Kurt rolled his eyes. 'Just you vait until your wedding day. Then it'll be my turn to make stupid suggestions! Perhaps I'll get you to vear a powder blue suit viz a ruffled shirt.'

Scott's face turned deathly pale.

'You wouldn't dare...'

Kurt just grinned in response.

'Oh, vouldn't I...?'

Back with the ladies-

Back in Van Dyne's Boutique, Wanda was trying on her beautiful new wedding dress. The dress was white, and sheer in in sleeves and cleavage area. Words barely described the beauty of the dress.

'Well, what do you think?' Kitty asked the bride-to-be.

Wanda looked at her reflection in one of the full-size mirrors on the wall.

'Well, I have to admit... This thing is pretty damn good.' Wanda nodded in approval as she did a little twirl.

'Just good?' Kitty spluttered in disbelief. 'Just good? That dress is better than damn good! It's a Van Dyne original, for God's sake!'

'Kitty's right, Wanda.' Jean agreed. 'I can only hope that my wedding dress is as beautiful as that.'

'What do you want from me, exactly?' Wanda shot her maid-of-honour and bridesmaid a glare. 'Do you want me to jump up and down and start squealing like a hyperactive pig?'

'Wouldn't hurt.' Kitty sniffed.

'It isn't too late for me to choose Tabitha as my maid-of-honour, you know.' Wanda frowned.

'Are you simple?' Kitty scoffed. 'Are you like, retarded? You know what Tabitha's fashion sense is like, horrific! You weren't there at the Sadie Hawkins Dance!' (1)

'Oh God, don't mention that dress...' Jean shuddered at the memory. 'I still have nightmares about Tabitha's Sadie Hawkins dress!'

'Oh, you guys crack me up!' Wanda rolled her eyes. 'Can I get down from here now? I have to pee.'

'Real classy, Wanda.' Kitty tutted. 'You kiss Kurt with that mouth?'

'I do a far bit more than kiss Kurt with my mouth, Kitty.' Wanda smirked cheekily.

'What do you mean?' Kitty blinked in confusion. Then it dawned on her. 'Oh. Oh! Ohhh. Eww! That is like... Too much information! Eww! Eww! Eww!'

'Was that really necessary?' Jean sighed. 'You've most probably scarred the poor girl for life now.'

'Hey, at least it stopped her talking about this damn dress.' Wanda smirked.

Kitty just paced around the floor with her hands clamped over her ears.

'Eww. Too. Much. Information!'

Later-

Wanda and the girls had finished trying their dresses on, and had returned to the X-Mansion. Wanda was presently sitting in her bedroom with Mystique and Little TJ.

'There was nothing to worry about, Wanda.' Mystique told her future daughter-in-law. 'Really. TJ was good as gold. I barely got a peep out of her all day.'

'You have to tell me how you do it.' Wanda inquired as she held her sleeping daughter in her arms. 'Was it drugs? Did you dip her pacifier in gin?'

'Wanda, you seem to forget that I've been a mother before.' Mystique pointed out. 'I know a little bit about babies. Okay, I'll never win any prizes for good motherhood, but I know babies.'

'Thank you, Raven.' Wanda smiled gratefully at her future mother-in-law. 'It means a lot to both Kurt and I. You've been a godsend ever since Little TJ was born. I guess I should wait until Kurt's here, but I have something important to ask you...'

Mystique quirked an eyebrow. She was curious. Just what was Wanda talking about?

The blue-skinned shapeshifter watched her future daughter-in-law expectantly.

'We want you to be Little TJ's godmother.'

Mystique's jaw dropped. She could barely believe her ears!

'I... I... I don't know what to say. I'm honoured that you'd even contemplate asking me.'

'I take it that you accept?' Wanda deduced.

'You do realise that my history with children hasn't exactly been stellar, don't you?' Mystique reminded her.

'Little TJ loves you!' Wanda countered. 'You're a natural. Besides, I won't take no for an answer.'

A smile slowly spread across Mystique's face.

'I guess I don't have any choice in the matter.' Mystique smiled as she put a gentle hand on Wanda's shoulder. 'I'd love to be TJ's godmother.'

Wanda smiled up at her mother-in-law, then down at Little TJ. Her life was perfect. She had never felt this happy. Nothing could possibly go wrong now that she had Kurt and Little TJ by her side.

TBC...

Next: Bachelor Party

It's time for Kurt and Wanda's bachelor and bachelorette parties. Beer, strippers, and more beer! Harry's Hideaway won't know what hit it!

Author's Notes-

(1)- Remember Tabitha's dress in 'Shadow Dance'? Yeah, it scared me too.