Hey! So, have you guys ever heard of Eddie Izzard? I greatly recommend his stand up, if you don't mind men in dresses, that is.

Littleblackneko, believe me, I hate buying books and such for school andinever even crack them open! Imogen is actually based (sorta) on a friend of mine, who a guy called her tainted, and she wanted him back… yes girl's that stupid do exist, haha. Marveldc superhero fan, everything is pulling together… maybe. Ted did finally have some sense, but for a minute there, he considered it! 1405Smiley0514, Imogen is really messed up indeed! I'm forcing myself not to write her back in (its harder than I thought, haha). Sari, you saying amen has me cracking up, a friend of mine, when we were talking about the friend like Imogen, said 'that girl is so messed up' and my other friend went Amen, haha. Crime-drama lover, I don't know what it is… but something is telling me to review your new story… just a feeling I have haha. So glad you beat your writer's block! And I'm torn about writing Ted and the mother's (almost put the name there, whew, glad I stopped myself) dating experiences.

As always, you guys are awesome. I'm going to buy you all suits when I'm rich and famous.

Topaz_b

PS – not sure I'm splitting the song well enough, but, I did free myself to write a good bit more chapters…

It's real love, yeah it's real

Robin slapped the papers she was holding onto the desk in front of her, making an annoyed noise in the back of her throat. She'd been on hold for almost ten minutes now with the catering company, who couldn't find the information on the Stinson/Scherbatsky wedding, the Scherbatcky/Stinson wedding, or even, she'd tried as a last ditch effort, the Aldrin wedding.

"Hi, Miss Scherbatsky?" The phone clicked back over.

"Yes?" The girl on the other end took a deep breath.

"We can't seem to find your forms. Are you sure you registered with us?"

"I wouldn't have the forms if I didn't!" Robin's voice peaked on a high note.

"We understand that Miss Scherbtsky, but we can't find anything."

"So you mean that if I didn't call to check up I would have had no food at my reception?"

"We're sorry Miss Scherbatsky. Would you like to place an order now?"

"No, I would not like to place an order now." Robin mimicked in a sarcastic tone. "I'd rather get Harvey's to cater." She slammed the phone down. She gave a groan and picked up the phone again, dialing the store providing the bridesmaids dresses.

"I'm calling in reference to the dresses for the Schercatsky/Stinson Wedding taking place next week."

"Yes ma'am."

"They promised for them to be ready by now. I'm just making sure before I send someone over for them."

"Oh, Miss Stinson!"

"I'm the Scherbatsky in that title."

"Miss Scherbatsky! We've been trying to contact you. The measurements we have need to be redone."

"What?"

"Well, your maid of honor never got measured, as she expected to have given birth by then and was going to come in sometime this week and hasn't yet. Your sister's measurements never came."

"She said she emailed them in."

"Maybe they got stuck in the quarantine folder, but we haven't received them. Do you have them handy?"

"Of course I don't! Who has that sort of thing at their fingertips?"

"Well, Miss Scherbatsky, most brides do."

"I'm not most brides!" She near yelled into the phone. She took a breath and caught herself. "Sorry. But if you didn't have the measurements, and they weren't going to be ready for the time you promised, why didn't you call me?"

"We tried ma'am. However the number registered has had no one answering, and the voicemail is full."

"What's the number?" The sales associate rattle off a sequence of numbers. "But that's Lily's number, my maid of honor."

"It's the number we had ma'am."

"But then why didn't she tell me that you'd left… oh…" Her voice trailed off as she remembered Lily telling her, during a visit the week before, that she'd been bathing Bryan and when she'd gone to pour out the water, had spilt most of it on her phone instead. She'd told Marshall, who, in a half asleep state of being, decided to try and dry it out on a makeshift clothing line strung across the bathroom. It had fallen and shattered on the tile. "She must not have gotten a replacement yet…" She breathed into the phone.

"So, Miss Scherbatsky, shall we schedule a fitting?"

"Ok, um, let me get back to you with a day." She hung up without hearing an answer. She rubbed her temples, elbows on her desk. Clover, who'd come over to her desk (in an effort to get away from Kerry) before she started her phone calls, gave her a small smile.

"Is this a bad time to ask if you'd booked your band yet?" She said quietly. Robin gave a groan. "Or the wedding song?" Another groan that say Robin dropping her head and pressing her forehead against her desk. "I see… Is it a worse time to say maybe you needed your friend Bridezilla-ing your wedding?"

"Clover, I will punch you."

"No Robin, really!" Clover's chair scooted a bit back as she talked, out of Robin's range. "She probably had it all together as she went along, and you didn't have to worry much."

"Just about the fact that she was trying to run my wedding, but go on."

"I just think it was probably more of a blessing than, you know, Bridezilla versus Tokyo, or Canada, I guess, in this situation." Robin gave her a look.

"You think it was a good thing."

"I do." Clover nodded. "Would it hurt to call her up and ask for help?"

"You want me, to ask Lily for help…" Robin turned so she was looking directly into Clover's eyes. "And as her to do exactly the thing that we argued about?"

"Maybe not 'exactly' the same thing." Clover smiled at her. "But, yeah, ask her for help."

Lily was in line to purchase her new phone, and hoping that Marshall didn't mysteriously appear. She carried only Bryan and the baby bag, the rest of his things too cumbersome to carry along with Bryan while she was shopping. It was easier with Bryan there to carry everything, she just had to lift Bryan. And it was only a quick trip to the store to get the phone. She'd been waiting for a day where he could go too, but whatever case he was on had him in the office at 8 and out at 6.

She placed the phone on the counter, and juggling Bryan, the bag, and her purse, pulled out her wallet. The salesman smiled at her, while the trainee standing next to him cooed over Bryan. She fished out her credit card, and paid with a smile.

At home she plugged it in, waiting a while before turning it on. The phone instantly vibrated and chimed, shooting off violently as a barrage of texts and voicemails attacked the phone.

She lifted it, deciding to check the voicemails first. Bryan kicked and cooed in seat beside her, and she waggled her fingers over him.

A few from her mom, one from Marshall's mother, and one from one of the girls from work. She grinned, nothing important.

Until…

"Good Day, this is Sheila calling from Harrison's Bridal. You're due in for your fitting ASAP, and we never received the measurements from the other bridesmaid. Please give us a call at"

"Robin's going to kill me!"

Barney sat at his desk, watching the bustle going on around him from the quiet of his office. Something to do with a form not being faxed to the right bank and now the Russian branch was out 3 million rubles, or something. He wasn't paying attention, just staring at his cape where it hung on the wall.

His suit fitting was at 6. He was treating James, Ted and Marshall to new suits, and in 2 days, when they went with Robin to pick up her sister from the airport, he was surprising the boys with the trip to Vegas for his bachelor party.

He'd called James's job, and Marshall's, to make the arrangements. Marshall's was less than impressed, considering the time he'd just taken off, but GNB had a lot of pull in a lot of places… Ted was off for the summer, so he didn't need a call around to his job.

He kicked a folder off of his desk, and rested his feet on the top. In a week and a half, he'd be married… A week an a half.

The grin he gave the wall nearly split his face in two.

Robin picked up the phone, starting to dial Lily and Marshall's home line. Clover had been right… It rang, and Lily answered.

"Hello."

"Hey, Lily." Robin said slowly. "I may need… some help with the wedding." She exhaled, unaware that she had been holding her breath.

"Robin…"

"I know Lily, I know, but"

"Robin, you know how in Spiderman, it's with great power comes great responsibility? Well, I abused the hell out of that power."

"Lily I'm sure it'll be different this time."

"Robin, I'm like an addict, and being a bride is my drug!" Lily said. "It's all, shoot me up another line of that power. Oh yeah, that's right, roses and orchids."

"Lily."

"Robin, I'm sorry. Maybe you and Barney can work it out together." There was a cry in the background, before Bryan let one of his famous screams rip. "Crap. I have to go Robin." There was a click, and Robin was left with the receiver to her ear, disbelief clouding her. She slammed the phone down. Lost in her thoughts, she stared at it for a moment, before she picked it back up and dialed a number.

"Hello?"

"Ted, there's no food for my wedding." She wailed.

"What?"

"The company lost my form. They offered to fill it in, but, fool me once."

"Yeah." Ted said, a hint of understanding tingeing his words. "Let me look into it. I'll find a caterer."

"Ted I couldn't"

"Ep ep ep ep." He said into the receiver. "I'm the best man, it's what I do."

"It would be a really big help." Robin said, relief filling her voice. "I've still got so much to do."

"No probsky Scherbatsky." Ted said. "I'll get you the greatest wedding feast ever. Send me your catering list and I'll have it down before you can say matrimony."

"Matrimony."

"Not literally."

"Thanks again Ted." Robin smile into the phone. "And if there's anything you can do about dress fittings, bands and flowers… I could use some help."

"Just let me know what you need Robin."

"Thank you."

"That was Robin." Lily said to Marshall. He'd just come in and had picked Bryan up when he'd started squealing.

"Oh? What'd she say?"

"She asked for help… and I told her no."

"Baby, why"

"I didn't want to accidentally Bridezilla my way in." Lily gave him an odd smile. "Was that wrong of me?"

"No baby." Marshall came over and kissed her forehead. "I think you did what you had to." He switched the arm he was holding Bryan with. "I've go to be at a suit fitting in 15 minutes."

"Aww, I thought you were home early for me and Bryan."

"Baby, I'm always for you and Bryan." Marshall gave her a smile. "Besides, this is an expensive suit, that Barney isn't making me pay him back for."

"Since when are suits so important?" Lily pouted.

"Since it's for Barney's wedding." He smiled at her. She smiled back.

"Yeah, Barney's wedding." They both paused, aware of how this time last year they would've been in hysterics, laughing over the idea of Barney getting married, and now…

Lily took Bryan from Marshall, and got up on her tiptoes to kiss him goodbye.

"Hurry up baby, we'll be here waiting for you."

Ted adjusted the collar of his shirt, staring in the mirror at his reflection. Barney had told him to wear a collared shirt to the fitting, so that they'd know exactly what they were looking at.

He looked in the mirror. Two more of his friends getting married… He gave himself a smile. They found happiness and love, and if they could do it, anyone can.

No matter how long it was taking.